Zero to Eighty

I stood in front of the large storage shed in the backyard where we usually kept the family's sailboat. It was summer now, which meant The Nora-- yes, named after my mom, was always docked right outside of the house on the Marlow Point peninsula which filtered into the Pacific. My dad's avid excitement for fishing increased during spring to autumn, and that indicated an empty shed with enough room to fit...

"My baby," I breathed, staring in awe at the red car before me.

I walked inside the shed, and ran my fingers across the hood of the car to the driver's side. It was still flawless. No scratches, or dents. Hell, the cup holders weren't even used. I only got to drive this car once. My sixteenth birthday, and I was itching to be behind the wheel again. But I needed a plan. The engine was loud, and there was a possibility that it could wake up the entire house, maybe the entire neighborhood. Then I remembered:

"Regan, where are you going?" I ran onto the driveway in my fuzzy pink slippers, and an oversized shirt. It was midnight when I heard my brother exit his room, and never come back.

"Kenzie, what the hell are you doing up?" Regan bellowed. He was hunched forward inside his car as he looked at me from over his shoulder. "Go to bed. You have school tomorrow."

"Are you going to The Warehouse again?" I questioned. Regan backed his body out of the car. He sighed,

"What do you think? Of course I'm going there. Another race."

"Can I come with you?"

"Kenzie, no. You know the deal. You can tag along during the day, but when nightfall comes, you ass is staying out of there,"

"Fine," I grumbled with a frown.

"When you're older, I promise. Now stop whining, and push the car when I tell you, okay?" Regan instructed. He sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, and put the car in neutral. The car was on, but no there was no roar from the engine. He stuck his head out the window, "give the car a big push."

"Okie-dokie," I rounded the car to the trunk, and with everything I had in me, I pushed the car forward, and slowly it began to glide down the driveway as Regan turned the steering wheel….

I stuck the key into the ignition, turning it to accessory. I stepped on the break pedal, changed the gears to neutral, and pushed down the hand break. With the door slightly ajar, I half-sat in the driver's seat, and half-pushed the car with my left foot on the ground. It was actually working, and once the car had a steady momentum, it glided with ease.

I turned the steering wheel, maneuvering the car from the shed towards the open gate that separated the backyard from the front. Once on the slanted driveway, the car moved at a faster speed, and slowed down when it hit the asphalt. I stepped out of the car, and made my way to the trunk. With both hands, I shoved my car forward until it was a little past the house. I jumped back into the driver's seat, hit the breaks, and turned on the engine.

"So. Fucking. Long," I whispered to myself with a grin when I heard the car rumble. I buckled up and turned on the radio to some local station playing the top 40 hits. I stepped on the gas and happily sped down the street.

The heavy bass, and sick beats thumped in my ears as I leaned back against my car, enjoying the company of my best mates and the many others who made it out to The Warehouse that night. Cars of all sorts, enhanced to the owners liking, lined the inside of the airplane hanger as car enthusiasts ogled these works of art. No matter how my day went, I knew I could always count on this place to keep me sane. I mean what else could I really ask for? There were hot girls everywhere, I had my friends by my side, and more importantly, there were cars. Lots of them.

"Hey Harry," some bloke whom I didn't know acknowledged my presence, eyeing my car.

"Good luck with the race later Harry," another girl winked at me. I smirked-- she was cute. I was about to approach her, but a big guy came out of nowhere and grabbed her hand; her boyfriend, I assumed.

Oopsies.

"Look at him, he's enjoying this," Niall chuckled, nodding his head in my direction. "Girls practically throw their panties to the ground around him."

"I would love the attention too if I were thee racing king," Liam admitted. I shrugged my shoulders and grinned,

"Eh, it's all in the execution lads. It's not like I chose to be the king. King-ness chose me."

"Fuck you Harry," Louis smacked me in the chest with a laugh.

"Aye, I can't help it if I'm unbeatable," I pointed out, "I guess I owe it all to the previous king."

I looked over to the easel that held a huge photo of Regan Suarez. It wasn't some serious class photo bullshit though; that wasn't his style. Seriousness wouldn't do his memory justice. The large canvas that everyone garnished with candles, flowers, and toy cars was a blown-up photo of Regan smiling goofily, holding a red cup in his hand.

"Three years already? Can't believe it man," Liam took a swig from the energy drink he had in his hand. Attached to his other arm was a fit girl by the name of Danielle. I'd tap that, but Liam wanted to keep her all to himself.

"We lost a great one that night… I'll never forget it. I was right there when it happened," Louis pointed towards the outside bleachers. He sighed and gulped down his beer. "He could be a cocky git, and I always joked it would kill him one day. I jinxed it lads."

I looked at Louis. He was still guilty about losing Regan. They were best mates, and wherever Regan was, Louis was there like a shadow, "the fuck? You did not jinx it Lou. Calm down with that bullshit already. It was an accident. He just got a little too reckless, that's all."

Louis shrugged, "at least we got tonight to remember him."

"That's the spirit mate," Niall patted Louis on the back with a grin. "Let's enjoy it. We got cold beer, beautiful women, sick…"

"You okay there buddy?" Louis asked, waving is hand in front of a very stunned Niall. He stood there with his mouth open, gazing in awe at something. "What are you look-- ho-ly fuck."

I turned my head and just about had a heart attack when I saw what drove through The Warehouse and parked next to the other souped-up cars. The entire crowd seemed to stop in their tracks, staring at the car like Jesus had come through the fucking hookah clouds. The red Nissan Skyline's engine died down and the driver side door opened.

"Who the hell is this dude?" I grunted. I didn't know why I was suddenly so offended. The driver stepped out and my jaw dropped, "whoa… not a dude."

It was the criminal child.

Everyone was just as surprised when they realized it was a chick driving. A hot chick with a banging body at that. Girls rarely raced, and if they did none could really match up to the guys. When I turned my head to talk shit to Louis, he was already running towards the car with the other lads. Niall didn't waste any time in flirting with her as she sat at the edge of the car's hood. Niall apparently said something funny, because she threw her head back and laughed. No lie, she really fucking turned me on. While the crowd checked out her car, I stood back, checking her out.

The illegal shit I would do to her, I thought.

"Hey lad, whats going on over there?" Zayn approached me. His hair was a mess, and his shirt was on inside out. He held hands with a girl who had blue dye in her hair. She had a big smile on her face that screamed freshly fucked.

"Some chick came in with sick ass Skyline," I answered haphazardly.

"Oh no way? Wait, hold on, did you say a chick?" Zayn too, was shocked.

"Yes Zayn. A chick. As in boobs and a pussy and emotions," I reaffirmed. I looked at the girl next to Zayn, "no offense."

"None taken," she said, putting up with my misogynist comment. I like her.

"Well that's different," he stated. "Do you think she's racing?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "If she did, she's in for it. Everyone here are all pretty experienced. I don't think she'd keep up. Unless she's racing you of course."

My eyes drifted to Zayn with a mischievous smile, and his jaw dropped, "what's that supposed to mean? I may not be the best racer here, but I can most definitely take on a girl!"

"I know, I'm just fucking around with you," I laughed.

Liam, Louis, and Niall all came back with an expression on their faces as if they knew shit was going down. I cocked my head, glaring at them,

"So what's up with the chick?"

"She's racing man," Liam sighed with a grin, draping his arm around my shoulder.

"Aaand she wants to race the best," Louis smirked, wrapping his arm around my other shoulder.

"The best? As in…" my words faded.

"She's racing you man," Liam and Louis declared at the same time.

My attention changed from Liam and Louis, to the criminal child who was leaning back against the hood with her arms behind her, propping up her body. Some douche bag was whispering something in her ear with his hands on her bare hips, as he straddled her knees. She suddenly turned her head in my direction, and looked me straight in the eye. If looks could kill, she'd be the bullet straight into my head. I glared right back attempting to match her intensity, and with her luscious red lips she flashed me a cheeky smile.

"She just made the biggest mistake of her life,"

Notes

Happy Sunday everyone!!

Here is Chapter 4 and I hope you all liked it! Harry's such a guy haha! But Kenzie is totally badass! Fun fact: Kenzie is inspired by one of my favorite Fast & Furious characters: biker babe, Gisele <333 Anyways, if you enjoyed this chapter and the story so far, vote up & subscribe. If you have any feedback at all (even constructive criticism) then please let me know. Thank you everyone for reading!

-Erica Jaine <3