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Jessica POV

An illegal street race. That's where we found ourselves tonight.

Edward and Warren had spoken with a few of the guys and invited us all to the race tonight. I've only been to a few, but they've all been in different places. Since the cops are continuously discovering out the locations, they usually switch it around.

I had parked my car further away from the area in case the cops were called and I needed to flee, so they wouldn't be able to take my license plate if I had to leave my car.

I got out of my car and walked up to the crowd. The others were still on their way, so it was only me currently here.

The location for tonight was only a short drive from our small town, and it was a new area for me.

It appeared to be a deserted racetrack, ideal for a street race.

Locals, most of whom were college or high school students, gathered to gamble money on who would win, and some were simply there for the thrill and excitement of it.

Walking over to the bleachers, placed just in front of the tracks, I took a seat on the first row at the front so that when the others came we could go find some other seats.

Music was blasting from speakers, and people were conversing with one another.

When I looked around, I noticed that some men and women were preparing for a race. There were three rounds, each with a new person competing against the other.

"Stalking me, Jess?"

I was startled by the abrupt voice from beside me. Looking over to my right, I saw none other than Dominic.

His black locks rested on top of his head, some cascading down his forehead, and he wore the same clothes I saw him in today. I smiled slightly as I stared into his mesmerizing eyes.

"I think it's the other way round, Dominic."

He turned away from me with a faint smirk on the corner of his plump lips.

"Are you racing?" I ask.

He nods his head once, and I glance at him with surprise.

"Really? Who are you competing with?"

Without glancing at me, he indicates with his finger for me to move closer to him. I scoot closer, our thighs almost touching, and I could smell his enticing scent.

I kept my attention on my shoes as he lowered his head down to my ear.

His cool breath hit the side of my neck, spreading shivers of heat through my body.

"See the ginger-haired guy?"

I raise my eyes and immediately recognize the person he's referring to. There was a boy not far ahead of us, with a wide grin plastered on his lips and a storm of obnoxiousness on his features.

"Yes," I reply quietly.

"Him." He finishes and leans away.

I linger a little longer staring at the boy, taking in the girls that surrounded him and the confidence he exuded.

I had a feeling this guy wasn't going to be full of self-assurance after the race. Dominic's lack of reluctance or concern indicated to me that he was confident in his ability to win.

I cast a glance over to Dominic and noticed him typing on his phone; I averted my sight and took another look around the area.

"Jess!"

I turn to the side and find three of my closest friends approaching me.

I grin and rise from my seat, turning back to Dominic and softly tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

His amber eyes, which are brighter under the dim streetlight above us, lock with mine.

"Good luck." I smile.

He looks at me for a moment before nodding once and replying, "Thanks, Jess."

I turn around and walk over to my friends, who are all wearing big smiles on their faces.

"What's got you all smiley?" I mention, raising an eyebrow.

"Edward got us McDonald's" Adele grins.

My gaze was drawn down to the hefty bag dangling from Warren's fingers, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" Looking up at Edward with a happy glint.

"No, you haven't actually." He shrugs.

"Well, you know now."

He snickers as he drapes his arm around my shoulder and leads the way up the staircase to a seat.

Adele and Warren trail close behind, and the four of us take a seat in the top row, facing the track as we dive into the greasy delicacy.

I felt Warren alongside me, poke my shoulder, and my attention was drawn to him as I dropped a nugget into my mouth.

"Is that Dominic?" He focuses his attention on Dominic's figure, shaking hands with a man as they stand next to a glossy black car with two silver stripes through the middle.

I confirm with a nod of my head.

"Yes, it is. I was speaking with him before you came."

Warren nods slowly as if he's deep in thought, but I shrug it off and keep eating.

Both the ginger-haired boy and Dominic got into their cars. ginger-haired boy's eyes were fixed on Dominic, not missing the sly smirk on his lips.

Dominic, on the other hand, appeared to be as comfortable and composed as ever.

The brunette sways her hips and carries her long legs towards the start of the race, clad in a short pleated white skirt and merely a plain black bikini top.

With a sultry smile on her lips, she stands in the midst, her body just at the point between both cars.

The two vehicles roar to life; both were extensively tinted, most likely illegally, but Warren and mine were as well.

The car of the ginger-haired guy was, in fact, a dark lustrous blue with a single white stripe down the centre.

His engine continued to thunder, and I found myself shoveling more fries into my mouth while faintly grinning at how badly this was going to turn out for him.

Then an older looking boy with a wireless gold microphone yelled into it and began counting down, while the audience, including ourselves, shouted the numbers.