Drive Me Wild -Chapter 01-

“Hey, did you hear about the race Friday night?” were the first words that I heard as I walked up to my locker on Monday morning.1

A couple lockers down from me were Trent and his group of friends. Now that he introduced himself to me, I now can distinguish him more easily instead of just calling him one of the big stupid jocks. I smiled to myself when I learned they were talking about Friday.2

“Yeah, I heard this chick brought this old junker of a charger and ended up totally blowing everyone out of the park,” one of them said with disbelief. “Hey Trent, you talked to her, didn’t you? Who was she?”3

“She didn’t give me her name. I think she’s playing hard to get,” he smirked.4

I was hoping that they weren’t looking in my direction. Even though I knew they wouldn’t recognize me in what I was wearing right now, I didn’t need them to see me blush or else it would arise suspicion, something I didn’t need.5

You see, at school I didn’t wear the blonde wig so my thick mane of black hair flowed around my shoulders freely. I didn’t have in my contacts that changed my eyes from my bright blue to brown, but instead I wore my glasses. I only needed them to read, but I kept them on most of the time because I ended up losing lots of things.6

And my attire. I didn’t wear the tight skimpy clothes that I wear when I go out racing and other things. My pants were a couple sizes too big, which were held up by bailing twine. Very stylish, I know, but it was my style. And then my shirts were also big on me, because you know how hard it is to hide big boobs? So my clothes were definitely really baggy.7

“Hey, do you think she goes to this school?” one of his buddies asked.8

“I don’t think so. If a girl hot as her went to this school, I definitely would have discovered her by now,” Trent chuckled.9

I had to mentally check myself as to refrain from snorting. Seriously, this really amused me that I actually did go to the same school as them, but since my disguise was so good, no one would ever be able to tell who I really was, and that’s exactly what I wanted. If people in the racing world knew who I was, I would be in a heap of trouble, and I’m not just talking about getting yelled at by my parents.10

“Well, hopefully she’ll come to the next race this Friday, so I can see how she runs,” said his one friend that had been doing most of the talking.11

“Yeah, that car runs like a monster,” another friend said.12

“No, I meant see how she runs. I want to watch her run so I can check out her ass and legs in motion,” the guy that I have now dubbed as ‘the douche’ said.13

“Not even I’m that perverted Tom,” Trent said while slapping his shoulders as they started walking down the hall in my direction. Well, at least I know what the douche’s name is now in case I encounter him in the future.14

Just as I was about to close my locker and head off to first period, I felt someone ram into me, making me drop all my books as I fell to the floor. Looking up, I saw Trent looking quite amused while Tom and the rest of them were doubled over with laughter.15

“Watch where you’re going Garrins,” I growled as I started gathering my books up.16

“I’m sorry whoever you are, but it was an accident. Since you wear glasses, I was sure that you would have seen it coming,” he said with a shrug.17

“Not like you’d care, but I’m Carmen Velotta. But my back was turned so there was no way that I could have seen you coming. Maybe you’re the one who needs glasses,” I glared while putting my free hand on my hip.18

“You’re right, I could care less who you are, Carmen whatever your name is,” Trent growled, getting in my face as he looked down at me.19

“Yo Trent, her last name is Velotta. Yo, doesn’t your uncle own that auto body place in town?” Tom directed the last part towards me.20

“So what if he does?” I asked suspiciously.21

“Dude, he’s where we go to get all our parts. If you’re an ass to her, she could tell her uncle not to help you anymore,” he said to Trent with a worried glance towards me.22

Trent’s face immediately looked scared before a smirk came on his face. He took a step closer to me, placing his hand on the locker next to me as he looked me over. “You know, I bet that you’d be hot if you actually wore decent clothes.”23

“Why don’t you wipe that smirk off your face? I know what you’re trying to do,” I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes. “You’re just trying to butter me up that way I’ll say good things to my uncle. And in turn, you hope to get discount or special services from him. Well, it’s not gonna happen.”24

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Trent seethed as he pushed away from the locker. “Like I would ever think of hooking up with someone like you. Come one guys, let’s go.”25

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. And by the way, I wear clothes like this that way assholes like you don’t leer at me all the time,” I gave him a slight little wave with a smile, shut my locker door and strode away from locker while swinging my hips. Oh how much I loved being a bitch to them.26

I was glad that I was a senior. That way I only had this year left to deal with all the buffoons that attend this hell hole. And I was also glad that I only had 3 classes, because I attended a technical school the second half of the day. I attended there for for what else? I went for engineering, that way I could better learn how to work with cars.27

“So, what’d you do this weekend?” asked Carrie, my best friend since first grade as I took my seat next to her in our first period class.28

“Eh, you know me. I hung out in the garage with my uncle all weekend,” I said rolling my eyes as I set my books down.29

“You need to get out more girl,” she laughed while patting my arm. 30

“I do get out. Just not in the sense of going to parties and stuff. I still have the rest of my life to do that sort of stuff,” I said with a sigh.31

“Well, you like it or not, I’m going to take you out this weekend,” she stated as she sat back all smug in her seat.32

“Just make sure that it’s not a Friday. I’m busy on those days,” I said as I took out my notebook and started copying the notes that were on the board.33

“What do you have that is so important to do that you’re never free on Fridays?” she asked as she turned to face me.34

“Well, right now my uncle and I are working on a project. We’re rebuilding a ’57 Chevy, and it’s going to take a while, so I’m over there every Friday,” I told her.35

The truth was that I raced every Friday. While it was true that I did go to my uncle’s shop, that was only because I stored my car there and we were always making modifications to it in order to be prepared for the race or races that were held that weekend. Carrie may be my best friend, but there are some things that I just won’t tell anyone, no matter how close we are.36

“Oh yeah, how could I forget? You and your cars. I swear, you should’ve been born a guy or something,” she shook her head.37

“Are you saying that girls shouldn’t work on cars?” I asked her, not really wanting to get into this again. It seemed as if every time I mentioned working on a car of some sort, she would just seem to go off on some sort of tirade.38

“You know that’s not what I think. In fact I think it’s a good thing since then you won’t have to rely on a guy to change your oil or a tire or some other retarded thing if you ever get stuck in the middle of nowhere. It’s just that you never do anything girly, that it’s like you’re a guy. The only way that I know you’re a girl is because of your boobs that you always hide. I’d say the fact that you had a crush on Bobby last year would also say something, but then again that wouldn’t prove anything. So yeah, definitely your lumps are the only sure sign that I know you’re a girl,” she laughed at me.39

“Yeah, my humps, my lovely lady lumps, check ‘em out,” I mocked in a high voice as I put my hands on them and started dancing around in my seat, drawing some unneeded attention.40

“You think I’ll be able to see those lovely humps one day?” one of the guys in class called out which was followed by wolf whistles.41

“Class, those types of calls are inappropriate. Please settle down, as the bell to begin class will be ringing any moment,” Mr. Day instructed as he walked in the door, and just like he said as a couple seconds later the bell rang, signaling the start of classes, and I was safe for now.42

Mr. Day was a young teacher who just got out of college. He was really good looking, so a lot of the girls drooled over him when they were in his class. I was immune to his charm most days, but then there were a few days that I would end up daydreaming about him. Hey, I’m still just a high school girl, and we all like to day dream about hot teachers.43

Today was one of those days where I was totally engrossed in thinking about running my hands through his thick black locks, or his gorgeous green eyes instead of paying attention to his lecture about Beowulf I think it was. But I was knocked out of my reverie as the bell rang, signaling us to go off to our next class.44

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I was happy once I finally arrived at the technical school, because now I would be in basically my second home: the car shop. The guys in the class still couldn’t get over that I was in the class with them, and that I have obtained a lot of knowledge about how the cars run.46

After putting on the ugly grey jumpsuit that we were required to wear, I grabbed a pair of goggles off the shelf and went to stand by the rest of the guys as our instructor was telling us what we were going to be working on that day. Recently we’ve been working on assembling motor, and I was hoping that today was going to be the day that we were going to put them into an actual car and test them to see if they actually work well or not.47

“Alright class,” Mr. Tobias said as he looked at us, “since I believe that most of you have your motors assembled, we will be putting them into this car and testing how they run. Now get into your groups and we’ll start.”48

As I walked towards my group, I was amused how all of them rolled their eyes at once like they’ve been practicing getting their timing right. Well, they’re been doing it for so long that I guess they have it down by now.49

We got to watch a couple groups go before us. The first group was doing good up until they started the car. They had it so that you press down on the accelerator but the car would stay in one place. Well, the first group was pressing down on the accelerator, but as it starting shifting into higher gears and faster speeds, it smelt as if something was burning and then not even a second later I saw smoke coming out from under the hood. It was a safe bet to say that their motor didn’t run too well.50

Now the second group, they were doing good until at one point as they just lightly touched on the brakes, there was a loud pop followed by sparks. They quickly shut off so that nothing would catch on fire and explode.51

As soon as that group was taken care of, it was time for my group to demonstrate our motor. As we moved to the car to put it in, all of the guys rolled their eyes at me. They were standing in the way so that I couldn’t even see what they were doing. But when I was able to see how they were assembling it, I started going off.52

“You guys are doing this the wrong way! It’s totally backwards,” I said as I started unhooking stuff.53

“Hey hey hey! Just let us deal with it,” Andrew, one of the guys in my group said as he picked me up and moved me away from the car as they re-hooked what I undid.54

“But I’m telling you that you guys did everything backwards. You’ll be lucky if the engine even starts,” I growled in his face.55

“Says who? We know what we’re doing. There’s a reason why girls shouldn’t work in car shops,” he muttered as he walked away.56

“Sexist pig,” I muttered as I stood away and waited for them to start our motor up.57

I stood off to the side with the rest of my group as one of the testers got behind the wheel and waited for him to start the car. We were waiting, but there was a problem; he was turning the key but the ignition wouldn’t start at all.58

“Hold on a second,” I called to the guy in the car as I moved towards the hood and popped it up as my group members were calling for me to stop, but me being the stubborn fool that I am didn’t listen and unhooked a few things and redid them how they were supposed to be done in the first place. Once I was done, I put down the hood, gave it a tap and signaled for the guy in the car to start it up as I walked away.59

I hadn’t even made it back to my group before I heard the revving of the engine which was like music to my ears. They all stared at me with disdain as the driver accelerated the car with no problem. As he slowed it down, I could hear the rest of the guys cursing me under their breath as he turned it off.60

“Well, you guys went from a very possible F to passing this assignment with an A, all thanks to Miss Velotta here. You guys should pay more attention to what she does more carefully,” Mr. Tobias remarked before proceeding with the next group.61

In a single movement, all of them turned to glare at me, and I all I could do in return was return the look. These boys were so dumb; I’d just saved their hides and all they could do was glare at me since I knew how to actually hook up a motor. Really, how moronic could you get?62