Fast Cars and False Accusations (PG-13)

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Author's note: Beware! This book does have swearing in it...But not that much. There are also adult content scenes...Beware! 13 and older please!

Fast Cars and False Accusations
By: Sathi Wolfe

1

“Gentlemen: start your engines!” a redhead teenage girl yelled. There were two cars in front of her; a 1969 Chevelle and a 1967 Mustang. The girl was standing on a white spray painted line.
Both the cars’ engines started at the same time. The noise reverberated off of the surrounding walls. The driver of the Chevelle revved his engine to annoy the driver of the Mustang. The redhead laughed.
“On your marks!” she yelled. Both cars revved their engines. She lifted to black flags up into the air and made a ‘v’ with her arms. She waited until both the cars stopped revving.
“GO!!!” she screamed. She brought the flags down as fast as she could to her side. There was a whoosh of air across the lot, and then the cars were gone. The girl’s hair flew around her face and it looked almost like she was on fire.
She turned and faced the cars. They were a blur of gray and blue as they expertly swung around light poles and dodged cement stumps that were inexpertly placed. The girl smiled and walked over to a small wooden table that was set off to the side of the abandoned lot.
“So, who do you think is going to win? Us, or them?” the redhead asked. Her voice was sing-song like, and the teenage boy she was addressing smiled every time she spoke.
“Well, Nova, I don’t know. Since we have a bigger engine and more horsies, I’m gonna have to say us?” the blond-haired boy said, looking up at Nova. She smiled back at him, flashing her classic grin.
“Good, good. Now, Camaron, how much do they owe us if and when we win?” Nova asked, covering her eyes from the blinding sunshine.
“Well, um, let me just see about that.” Camaron smiled and lifted up a small manila envelope. On the front was a name that was sloppily scrawled. He opened it up and pulled out a wad of cash that was rubber-banded together. He licked his pointer finger and started to count the money.
He was interrupted by the roar of engines behind the two of them. The Chevelle was first to pull up to the finish line. The Shelby was a few milliseconds behind. Both the engines cut off and the drivers got out. They both had helmets and a fire suit on.
Nova ran up and practically jumped on the driver of the Chevelle. She pulled his helmet off to reveal a handsome teenage boy. She smiled and kissed him. It was brief, but it was hard.
“You are the best!” she whispered in his ear. The boy smiled a bright smile. His teeth brightened in the sunlight.
“I know,” was all he said. Then he and Nova were kissing again. The boy’s name is Musty. He was very handsome until the day he crashed. He stayed handsome, but he was less. Musty got a large scar across his cheekbone that altered his appearance.
His hair was a dark black shade and it was boy-cut length. His eyes were a sparkling green. They were pretty but sad. If you looked into them, you could almost see his past in them. His face was thin and his cheekbones were dominant.
Nova had similar green eyes, but they weren’t sad. They were bright. Her hair was a flaming red and it looked like fire. Her face was small, and you could barely tell she had cheekbones. But, she seemed to glow and this is what made her so beautiful.
“Dude! You just won us $1500! Yeah!” Camaron said, walking over and slapping Musty on the back. His gray eyes sparkled. Camaron walked over to the other driver, who had thrown and broken his helmet on the ground. It had a crack all the way across the visor.
The driver’s face was beet red. His jaw was clenched and looked about ready to punch someone. Camaron put his arm across the driver’s shoulder, but Camaron was too strong for him.
“What’s the matter, city boy?” he asked. The driver practically had smoke furling out of his ears.
“HE CHEATED!” he screamed. Nova laughed and Musty smiled. Camaron shook his head.
“Man, be quiet. We don’t need the fuzz up our asses. Now, how did he cheat?” Camaron clapped him on the back and stood with his arms crossed. His muscles were shiny with sweat through his sleeveless black t-shirt.
“When we turned, he bumped me! I almost lost control!” he said. His voice went down on the noise level, but it still had the angriness behind it.
“Man, bumping is street racing. It would be no fun otherwise. And besides, you never said anything about bumping in our contract. Do I need to remind you exactly what you said?” Camaron asked, looking the driver straight in the face.
“No! But, I said no cheating! Do I need to remind you of that?” he asked, poking Camaron right in the shoulder. Camaron smiled. Then, in less than a second, he swung his arm around and clubbed the driver in the face.
Nova stepped forward, but Musty lightly grabbed her arm. She turned and stopped moving.
“He’s out cold. I’ll drive him home,” Musty said. He walked over to the slumped figure and picked the driver up. He waved to Camaron and Nova before turning and getting into the Shelby.
“How’re you gonna get home?” Camaron asked.
“I’ll walk,” was all he said before shutting the door and driving away. Nova shook her head before turning her attention to Camaron.
“I’ll drive you home,” she said. He nodded and they walked over to the wooden table. He picked up the envelope and put some of the money back in. He gave five-hundred of it to Nova. She smiled at him. He laughed and walked over to the cracked helmet.
“Think you can repair it?” he asked, holding it up. Nova nodded.
“Yeah, sure. Easy fix.” Camaron picked it up and threw it into the Chevelle. He looked around the lot for anything they might have left behind. When he saw there was nothing, he nodded once and plopped himself into the passenger seat.
Nova walked over and sat in the driver seat. She gently shut the door so that it didn’t bounce off of the bar that went diagonally across the driver’s side. She turned the key in the ignition and the engine started. She put the gear into drive and stepped on the gas.
They lurched forward and Camaron yelled, “Woo!” loudly. Nova smiled and expertly guided the car out of the parking lot and into the traffic of downtown. Cab horns honked at her angrily as she cut in front of them, and she just giggled. She flew through a red light against the warnings of angry horns.
“You know, besides Musty, you are one hell of a driver. And you’re also a crazy son of a bitch,” Camaron said, laughing. Nova laughed back and swung the car into a narrow parking space.
“Dude! Watch it!” Camaron said, throwing the door open. He grabbed the envelope and waved once to Nova.
“Whatever. Have a good one, Cam!” Nova said. He shut the door and Nova pulled out of the spot and sped down the street that led to her apartment. She clicked the garage door opener above her head and pulled the Chevelle into the small garage below her home.
She cut the engine and got out. Nova grabbed the car cover that was laying in a heap in a corner and swung it onto the car. She smiled before turning and walking upstairs.

“I’m home!” a voice called through the apartment. Nova lifted her head up and looked at the digital clock across from her on the nightstand. It read 1:19 A.M. She smiled and sat up from the spread-eagle position she was in on her bed.
Musty walked in the bedroom with a big grin on his face. Nova looked at him questioningly.
“I just made some extra cash, hun,” he said. He held up a chunk of green bills and handed it to Nova. She took a minute to count it.
“$5600?! Where and how did you make that?” she asked groggily. She had been asleep until he walked in.
“I went over to Thunder’s house and fixed his engine. That’s where I’ve been this whole time. He needed help with his engine and I basically rebuilt the damn thing. So, he paid me $5600. Isn’t that great?” he said. He sat on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her.
“Yeah, that is great. I was worried, though. Why didn’t you call me?” Nova asked, sliding out of his embrace.
“Cause I lost track of time. Sorry,” he added with an apologizing smile. Nova glared at him and turned away. She crossed her arms. A few minutes passed with him staring at her and her ignoring him.
Then, she turned and jumped on top of him. She kissed him lightly.
“You know I can’t stay mad at you for long,” she said.
“I know,” he said. He kissed her back. Then, he stood up with her in his arms. Musty laid her down on the bed.
“I have to take off my fire suit. Then I’m going to take a shower. Alright?”
“Yeah, whatever. Hurry up. I want to go to sleep,” Nova said, smiling devilishly at Musty. He smiled back and walked into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him.
Nova walked into the TV room and picked up the TV remote. She clicked the power button and the news came on. She studied it for a couple minutes before turning to the movie channels. She found nothing so she went back to the news channel.
“And we have breaking news. Sonni, are you there?” an old man asked. The screen switched over to a female news reporter. She was standing in front of an empty street. Faint pitter-patters of rain bounced off of her rain coat.
“Yes, Dave. I’m reporting live in front of Main Street where earlier today a report was filed by an anonymous person to the police. The report contained information about the current drug trafficking investigation. The report may or may not have had specific people in it, but the police released a comment today saying that it did further their investigation. They said they are close to making an arrest. Unfortunately, we could not get a hold of the sheriff for further comments.”
Nova shook her head and clicked off the TV. As if on cue, Musty walked out. He was wearing his mesh shorts. He smiled at Nova and came over and picked her up. She leaned up and kissed him. He kissed her back.
Thoughts of the news report floated to the back of Nova’s head and buried themselves there. She forgot of everything that happened today as Musty laid her on the bed and they continued to kiss. Soon, they melted into their own little world of happiness, no thoughts there to interrupt them.