Zero to Eighty

Who the fuck did she think she was? A character from Fast and Furious? I haven't even formally met this girl, and her presence was already pissing me off. How dare she come waltzing into this sacred place with her flashy car looking all hot and shit? No one seemed to know who she was, so how she found out about this place was a mystery to me. But I'll show her exactly who she's messing with, and the type of lifestyle she was jumping into. When it's just me, her, and the track in front of us, I'll make her regret ever stepping foot into my home.

"Hey Harry, you okay there mate?" Liam nudged me in the ribs, bringing my thoughts back down to reality.

"Uh yea," my eyes never left Miss Fast and Furious, who was bent over her open hood, showing off the engine to a couple of thirsty douche bags with fixated eyes on her body.

"What's your deal dude? She's actually a pretty cool chick. And hot. Go introduce yourself and talk to her," Niall suggested. I glared at him,

"No thanks. I'm going to leave all my talking for the race. Which I should probably get ready for."

Annoyed, I stood up from the hood of my car and pulled out the keys from my front pocket. I sat in the driver seat and stuck the key into the ignition. The engine roared, and the echoes grabbed the attention of those in The Warehouse. Louis bent down at my open window to meet me face to face,

"Take it easy on the girl Harry. She hasn't really done anything wrong."

"I'll be the judge of that," I grumbled, and switched my attention away from Louis, and through my windshield--- a perfect view of Miss Fast and Furious' snooty ass.

I took a long swig of the energy drink in my cup holder before letting my engine roar again. Bodies separated like the parting of the red sea, and I drove out of the parking space and out of the old hanger. I lined my car at the edge of the yellow line and looked across the vicinity. It was a full moon that night, and its light radiated like a spotlight on the track. It was a simple course that looped around the entire expanse of the abandoned airport, and back to the front of the main building. But what's life on the fast lane without a little danger? The several broken, and out of service airplanes that scattered the area made the race more difficult. It was all about skill, agility, and how gutsy you were.

And I had a shit load of guts.

I heard a rumble from behind me and looked in my rearview mirror. The red Skyline approached, along with the crowd from inside. Miss Fast and Furious lined her car next to mine, and I turned my head to face hers. There was a thin, white stick protruding from her pursed lips. She pulled it out--- a lollipop.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. I was racing a fucking child. Our eyes met once again, her glare sending daggers my way. If it seemed like I had an illegitimate problem with her, I knew now that she started it.

At that moment I couldn't believe what I was thinking. She started it? Maybe I should've had a stupid lolly in my hand too. What am I? A 5-year-old in a sandbox? This girl was making me lose my concentration, that I didn't notice when Miss Deep Throat stood in between our cars. She was wearing some kind of shiny bikini top, short-shorts, and fuck-me heels--- and I definitely had planned to, once I was done dealing with the lollypop-sucking chick in the car next to me.

"Racers ready?!" Miss Deep Throat threw her arms into the air. I lightly tapped my gas pedal, a loud roar indicating that I was ready. Too ready. She did the same, and I heard a boom from her car. "Crowd, are you ready?!"

The mass of people that surrounded our cars in a huge U-shape broke out into rowdy, lawless cheers. They pumped me up, and my blood boiled from excitement. Miss Deep Throat untied her top exposing her perfect, silicon-laden breasts and pierced nipples. The cheering grew louder at her gesture. Miss Deep Throat held up her top, the sparkly shit gleaming in the moonlight.

"Ready! Set!" she paused for a moment, attempting to build the anticipation.

"Just say 'go' already you hoe!" Miss Fast and Furious hollered at the top of her lungs. She stuck her lolly back into her mouth and I almost smiled. Key word, almost.

Miss Deep Throat rolled her eyes. She exhaled deeply, and forced a smile, "GO!"

Her shiny top was thrown into the air, and the second it hit the ground, my foot stomped onto the gas pedal, sending my car forward in full-force. The impact made me smile as I raced down the airplane runway and towards the first plane. The Skyline was nowhere around me, and I let out a loud laugh. This race was going to be easier than I thought.

That lollypop sucking chick was no match for me.

As I approached the destroyed boeing in front of me, I pressed harder on the gas pedal, changing the gears, and getting ready to drift my car around the plane. I spent months trying to make my drifting skills as flawless as possible, spending a portion of my paychecks to buy new tires just so I could practice often. I used to watch Regan drift on this very same track, witnessing the crazy-beautiful movements of his car. He was the only one who ever perfected the skill, and win his races with one signature maneuver--- a maneuver that I thought I'd never see again, until this very night.

The Skyline came out of nowhere! It whipped around me in a wide drag, causing me to hit the breaks and slow my ass down before crashing into the monstrous airplane wheel. The Skyline drifted underneath the plane, and instead of proceeding down the track, it continued to drift 360 degrees around my now stalled car.

This chick was actually driving circles around me, and I couldn't do anything but watch her do it. In the ten times she swiftly drifted around my car in perfect circles, the world around me slowed down for just those moments as I realized exactly who I was racing against. Someone drugged my energy drink, or secretly probed me with meth because I was tripping ball sacks. There was no way in hell that the girl in the red Nissan Skyline was… fuck, I couldn't even admit it to myself. But my theory was confirmed the second the Skyline stopped encircling me, and zipped away, leaving me stunned in an idle car. She did the move--- the fucking Regan move. And with such artistry that it could only mean one thing:

Antoinette Suarez was back in town.

"Fuck!" I yelled, changing the gears, and peeling around the plane rapidly. I stepped onto the gas pedal harder than ever, attempting to catch up to the red car several yards away. With a more concentrated mind, and the NOS power booster, I was neck in neck with the red Skyline.

"Come onnn, let's win this thing," I motivated myself to keep up, determined more than ever to beat the sassy Suarez who decided to show her face tonight. But the harder I stepped on the gas pedal, and the more polished my drifting became, Miss Fast and Furious--- Miss Suarez, was three steps ahead of me and it pissed me off to no end.

I reached the finish line of the race, back at the entrance of the main hanger only a few seconds behind the Skyline. The crowd was in complete chaos, running towards the winning car with boisterous cheers. The driver side door opened and she stepped out, immediately bombarded with several hugs, pats on the back, and smacks on the ass. I scowled, turning off the engine of my car and stepping out. I kicked my front tire, grabbing my black snapback and hurling it to the ground with a grimace. I approached the circle of people that barricaded the thin, cleavage-baring, pretentious, lollipop sucking, ass wipe. I pushed my way through the horde of people till I was in the circle, and with a deep breath, called her out,

"Antoinette Mackenzie Suarez."

Notes

Hey everyone!

How are you all doing this wonderful Friday? I'm doing spectacular. Granted, I do have final exams coming up next week, but I don't feel too stressed out... Well here is Chapter 5, and I really hope you all enjoyed it. This definitely was one of my more favorite chapters to write. I love getting into the mind of cheeky Harry haha. Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

Thanks for reading,

-Erica Jaine <3