taller than me, even with my four inch heels on. She has chocolate brown eyes, blonde hair, and curves in all the right places.
“Nice to meet you, Brit. You can call me Scar,” it's what my friends in grade school used to call me, and I really don't want these people to recognize me.
“You look so familiar,” another girl says. “Have you ever gone to west side?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I'm from... not around here.”
“Hmm... I'm sure I'll figure it out,” she smiled. “I'm Ginny.”
Ginny's hair is red, but you can tell it's not natural. It almost looks orange. But bad hair color aside, she's just as beautiful as Britney.
Stephan puts his arm around me. “Hey, will you be ok up here by yourself for a few?”
I nod. “Yeah. I think I will.”
Him and a few of the guys walk down the bleachers. I wonder if I'm going to get to see Stephan race, and if I'm going to get a chance.
“So, are you Stephan's girlfriend?” Britney asks me.
I shake my head. “No way. Are you forgetting that I gave him a black eye?”
Britney and Ginny both laugh. “Please, with Stephan, it probably made him want you more. He's kinky like that.”
“So, do you race?” I ask them, changing the subject off me and Stephan.
“No!” they say in unison.
“It's the guys thing. We just come to support them, and get drunk,” Ginny clarifies. “But mostly to get drunk.”
Music starts blaring out of the speakers lined around the track. It's my song. I look at a big booth by the track, and see Stephan sitting inside. He leans close to the microphone, and is looking at me. “Scarlett for my Scarlett!”
I give him a look that says I'm going to kill you, and he winks.
“Oh my gosh! I love this song!” Ginny says, and then she starts singing along (very badly, I might add. Seriously, I think my ears are bleeding).
Britney rolls her eyes. “It's overplayed. It kills me. Listen to her, she probably can't even sing in real life. She probably slept her way to the top.”
Now I'm pissed. I'm about to smart off, and blow my cover when I hear Stephan's voice. “She's actually really talented,” I hear him say. “Scar, I'm about to race.”
“Can I drive?” I ask.
“You should have brought your car.”
I laugh. “Maybe when I get my Boss. I'm not driving my Lam...” I cough, remembering Ginny and Brit behind me. “Um, never mind. Stephan, you know why I can't bring my car.”
“Well, you aren't driving my car.”
“Can I at least ride with you?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
He nods, and I follow him back to his car. Once we're in, I watch him as he pulls his car onto the track. I love his facial expressions, and how they suddenly got very serious the second we pull out onto the track.
“Just so you know,” he says, turning to me, “you can only ride during practice. The actual race is too dangerous.”
This kind of makes me mad. I am stubborn, and hate being told what I can and can't do. “I'm pretty sure I'd be ok. Besides, I'm going to get that car, and I'm going to race myself.”
He shakes his head. “Where I race is no place for you.”
“Well, where do you race?”
“I'll show you. Friday night. I'll pick you up at 11,” he says.
“11 at night?” I confirm.
“Yes,” he nods. “The races usually start around midnight on the west side.”
“West side?” I ask.
He laughs, and then takes off. I lean my head against the back of the seat as he circles around the track. We are the only ones on the track right now, but soon, another car pulls on. We pull up beside them. The guy in the next car nods at Stephan and I want to laugh. What is this? The Fast and the Furious?
A brunette girl that I didn't see before steps out onto the track. She's wearing a pair of skinny jeans, and a tank top. She's kind of hot, in a Kim Kardashian kind of way. And then I realize, this is just like The Fast and the Furious. Now, where the hell is Paul Walker?
She has a flag in her hand. She counts, and waves the flag. Both cars whiz by her, and I'm not thinking about her anymore. I'm sitting with my head against the neck rest watching the track. Stephan cuts right around the first curve, and we are drifting. At first, I