Drive Me Wild -Intro-

Inhale. The smell of smoke fumes, gasoline and burning rubber floated in through my nose, filling me with a sense of calm and ease. Exhale.1

There was no other place that I’d rather be. When people saw my car, they would pause mid-stride and then their shocked faces would be wiped clean and a small smirk would soon play upon their lips.2

It’s true that my car was not a sight to look at. My poor old ’67 Dodge Charger had definitely seen better days in its prime. But right now its orange coat was fading away as the bottom fenders were starting to rust. Add to that list a bruised up bumper, and then you would know why people laughed at me.3

You don’t exactly see people bringing in cars like mine to race. They all have the newer models, with the supped up engines and neons glowing under their cars. The only thing that I was proud to show off were the stacks jutting out of my hood.4

“Isn’t it about time you take that hunk of junk to the scrap yard?” one of the guys who thought he was so macho scoffed, earning a high five from his friends.5

Shaking my head, I just drove past while flipping them the bird. They were just assholes who thought they knew everything when clearly they didn’t. Can we say “Cummins motor”? It makes me wonder what kind of half assed motor they have under the hood. Sure, my little charger may look like a junker, but when it runs, well, I let you figure that one out for yourself.6

I drove my car up next to the other three cars who I would be racing against tonight. It figures that they would all be year 2008’s or ‘09’s. The laughter began once people saw that I was going to race my car against what they thought were superior models.7

Before I got out of the car, I made sure that my blonde wig concealed my shoulder length black hair perfectly. After slipping in the colored contacts to make my normally bright blue eyes to a bright brown, I slipped on my gloves then slid out of the car. Soon as I did, the guys forgot all about the condition of my car and started wolf-whistling. Pathetic, I know, but I was cursed with having this body.8

I was about 5’7”, long legs, and I was about average. But guys were always whistling at me because I had huge ass boobs and according to them “a perfect ass”. It was always a mystery how this could be because I never worked out or anything.9

Looking around, I saw that a group of guys were approaching me. With a closer look, I recognized a couple of them that went to the same school as me. Among the group was one of the popular guys from school. I was going to have a lot of fun with this.10

“Hey baby, what’s your name?” one of the sleezes asked me once they got close enough.11

“It’s Nonya,” I replied, while trying not to let my anger show. A couple guys leaned up against my car on either side of me, making me want to just rip their eyes out for touching my car, while the rest of the guys formed a circle around us.12

“Nonya? Well, that’s a sexy name. You wouldn’t happen to have a last name would ya doll?” asked the creep on my left side.13

“Of course I do. My last name is Business,” I said with a smirk.14

The boys looked about themselves in confusion as to why I would be smirking about my last name being business. But they all stopped when they heard chuckling.15

“That’s clever. Nonya Business, I like that,” said the popular ass from my school, clapping his hands slowly before crossing them over his chest. 16

“Forget about the name sweet cakes, how ‘bout you call me daddy?” said the guy on my right as he put his arm around me.17

“In your dreams,” I said sarcastically as I removed his arm.18

“You’ve never been in my dreams before, but you definitely will be now,” he said with a flirtatious wink.19

The next moment he was lying face down on the ground, my right foot holding him down while I was tugging his left arm in the air, bending it backwards as he squirmed underneath me trying to get away as he let out groans of pain. Hey, when you live in the city, a girl has got to know how to properly defend herself.20

“You make one more sarcastic comment about me, and I promise you that next time I’ll go after the spot between your legs,” I hissed into his ear. “You understand?”21

His head started nodding like one of those bobble heads, so I quickly released him and watched in amusement as he scrambled away from me before standing up, rubbing his shoulder blade in the process.22

“Anyone else have something to say?” I challenged, glancing around the circle. When no one responded, I grinned triumphantly before walking towards the hood of my car to make sure that everything was running properly before the race.23

I was hoping that when I popped the hood that they would take it as their hint to go away and bother someone else, so I was annoyed when as I was checking all the gauges, my oil and stuff I felt someone standing next to me.24

“You have a Cummins motor in your car? I thought they only put them in trucks. Where the hell did you get that motor?” asked the guy from my school flabbergasted.25

“I have my ways. What’s it to ya?” I asked while putting my hand on my hips, turning so I was facing him.26

“I don’t know, I’m just curious. Like seriously, who in the world would put a Cummins motor in a racing car? And a chick racer at that? It’s a little suspicious,” he said, crossing his arms and looking me over questioningly.27

“That’s my little secret, and one that you’ll never know,” I flashed him a grin.28

“So, I’m Trent, Trent Garrins,” he flashed me a smile and held out his hand for me to shake.29

“Nice to meet you Trent, but I don’t give my name out on the racing circuit. It takes a while for people to earn my trust,” I said while shaking it.30

“Damn, what a shame. I was really looking forward to getting to know you,” he said with a sigh, but still keeping the grin on his face.31

“Who knows, maybe you will?” I said while flashing him a wink.32

“Hey, how is everyone doing tonight?” said a guy who walked into the center of where the cars were parked. “Alright now, we need everyone to clear out so we can get this thing started! Drivers, to your cars please.”33

“Are you sure that you wanna race against the other cars with your little thing here?” Trent asked me as I closed the hood and made my way to the driver’s seat.34

“Are you doubting me?” I asked as I turned to face him.35

“No, I’m just trying to save you from humiliation,” he stated following.36

“Hun, trust me, it’s the other cars who will be humiliated,” I stated before sliding into the driver’s seat.37

“We’ll just see,” he said, shaking his head as he walked away.38

I started my car and drove it up to the starting line alongside the other cars. Once again the laughter started as people took in my car. By the end of the race, I would be the ones laughing at them, I guarantee it.39

“Are you ready?” exclaimed the guy from before.40

In answer, the other driver’s revved their cars, which made a humming noise. With a smirk on my lips, when I revved my car it roared, taking everyone else back. This race was definitely going to be fun.41

“Alrighty people! And it’s off, in 3… 2… 1… Go!”42