13

                                    

                                          
"I taught you to drive for a reason. Mia nearly slapped me for it, but I think you're ready."
                          
I look at Dom,
                          
"Why did you teach me to drive?" He looks at me.
                          
Dom's POV
                          
I'm still really unsure about this.
                          
Well, no going back now. I can keep her safe.
                          
"There's a race tonight, and it's to find drivers for a drug cartel,"
                          
"And?" She asks.
                          
"We're racing." Her eyes widen.
                          
"We as in, us two?" I sigh.
                          
"Yes." She blinks, she never really does give off giant reactions, unless she's mad.
                          
"Well then," she says, still dazed, "when is it?"
                          
"In 30 minutes," I say. She looks at her clothes.
                          
"I'm... Going to go get dressed. I'd rather not be racing while covered in grease." She walks up the steps.
                          
Lorea's POV
                          
I stand under the shower head, clearing my head.
                          
I'm racing to be in a drug cartel.
                          
I'm 13.
                          
This is insane.
                          
I get out of the shower and walk to my room.
                          
I put on a bra and underwear, and look through my closet.
                          
"...harry potter t-shirts, no, button ups, no, plain black tee, found it..." I mumble while digging through my closet. I lay the tee shirt on my bed along with my brown leather jacket, black ripped skinny jeans, and place my knee high brown boots next to the bed. I change without putting on the jacket and sit down at my desk/vanity.
                          
I brush my hair and blow dry it, and I apply all my normal hair stuff. It falls in waves quarter way down my arms. I slip on the jacket and look at the clock.
                          
13 minutes, not bad.
                          
I walk down the stairs, grabbing a hair tie and pulling my hair back.
                          
"Come on," Dom says, throwing me the keys while taking another set of keys out of his pocket. We walk out Dom still kind of hiding. I get in the passenger seat of Dom's car.
                          
He drives to the car I'm using, which is two blocks away.
                          
I get in and follow him to the race.
                          
Let's do this.