_{Hannah took the longer way around, just to shake any possible police that were following her. There was no way she was risking the whole thing getting busted because she wasn’t being careful enough to take care of it. Once she was sure she was in the clear, she pulled onto the back road, speeding up as she made her way towards the race. Hannah’s nerves were starting to kick in, not about the race itself, more about the risk of being caught. She knew the track inside and out, she knew the places cops would be hiding if they suspected anything, she knew almost every single competitor there on a personal basis. They all knew her. Hannah’s reputation bloomed in this sort of thing, every high-profile street racer, bidder, or spectator knew her.}

_{Hannah had been street racing for years, she’d had multiple cars, but the Aston Martin was her signature vehicle, the one she was known by. Before she got it, she hadn’t been overly top tier, but she had been climbing the ranks steadily. After she purchased the DB11, things had jumped rapidly, the stakes were higher, the earnings bigger, the competition fiercer. But she knew her way around this scene better than anyone. If Sergio had planned to try to talk to her tonight before the race, he’d better have a plan because the second she arrived there, people were going to be all over her. She’d once been referred to as the “Reigning Queen of Racing” much to her distaste, she hoped whole-heartedly that had been forgotten.}

_{Hannah could hear the engines a few streets away, even though the race wasn’t to start for another hour. Putting her phone and keys onto her lap, she pulled slowly into the waiting area that was sectioned off. The minute she had rounded the corner, Hannah watched people instantly recognize her and stare. Girls were glaring, guys checking out her car. Parking and getting out, she heard the first people acknowledge her. Soon enough, word spread and within minutes she was leaning against her car, surrounded with old friends and new faces. A small crowd gathered around her and her car, a couple guys tried hitting on her, a few pulled away by their now pissed off girlfriends. Despite her hopes, she could hear a few people yelling out her old nickname, she sighed, giving in to it.}

_{Hannah noticed Sergio and a group of people he was with, plus a girl she’d never cared enough to approach. She looked like the same type of girls that always hung out here, just trying to find the nearest hot guy and glue themselves to him, it was rather pathetic in Hannah’s opinion. But from what she could see, he seemed to be enjoying it. Of course, the one time he’s actually with a girl in that kind of way, it was a situation where half of the people were bound to end up in the same situation. Whatever was going to happen tonight, there was no going back now.}

_{Hearing the first blast from the speakers, she smirked. Nodding to her friends, she watched them move off to their cars, before sliding into hers. The engine was still warm from the drive down here so she didn’t need to bother doing much with it. Checking everything she needed to check, she turned her phone on silent, she didn’t need any unwanted distractions during the race. Her phone had been blowing up with messages and photos already about the race, it seemed a lot of people online had heard about her arrival back into the racing game, somewhere she planned to stay.}

_{Smoothly pulling into her space in the line-up, the feeling of comfort enveloped her. It felt good being here, surrounding by her friends, doing what she loved, in a competition she had in the bag. Hannah prepared herself, tucking her phone and keys into her glove compartment. Making sure there was nothing left to fix or change, she nodded, signalling she was ready. When she heard the next speaker sound, almost at once, the cars engines revved. Pretty soon, she felt muscle memory taking over as they all shot forward, all taking their place in line.}

_{Everyone knew that if you weren’t in the first three at the very beginning, you’d have no chance at winning. It had always been Hannah, one of her close friends and usually the wild card in the race who were in the top three. It was kind of tradition; Hannah and her friend played a little game during their races. He knew Hannah would win, she knew it too, so it was fun to let each other pass one another every know and then, kept the bids rolling and the crowd on edge.}

_{Soon enough, they were nearing the end of the track, almost back at the starting point. Hannah was leading by just under 10 ft, a clear sign she wasn’t at the top of her game. But it didn’t matter, they had avoided the police with ease, letting the cops pass through unaware. A few of the last racers had been pulled over and busted, but majority of them made it through without so much as a second glance. A small smirk finding its way onto her face as she watched her mirrors. The car behind her was clearly struggling to catch up, chucking, Hannah sped up. If she was going all out tonight, it was going to be good. Speeding through the finish, she sharply turned the wheel, letting the car drift into a smooth park, a small trail of burn marks and steam rolling out behind her on the road.}

_{Hannah stepped out of the car, after grabbing her phone and keys. Closing the door, she leaned against the door as the other cars came through. With a few glares from girls, she let one of the guys there chat her up. It was kind of a thing they did after a race, find some guy, let him think he’s special for 5-10 minutes, leave. Hannah knew she should probably be going to find Sergio before the police inevitably arrived but she wasn’t about to break tradition so she decided to wait for him to find her. Majority of the cars from the race and around had cleared out, not wanting to be busted. Eventually there was practically nobody there.}

_{Hannah knew what she was going to get Sergio to do for his next turn, so she had some time to kill. Luckily, she had found a good distraction for the time being. The race had been good, the afterwards even better. The moment the last of the racers who hadn’t been caught came through, she felt her phone vibrate, the notification of her share of all the bids placed on her coming through. Surprisingly, she had pulled a good number, it was almost as much as she used to be getting nightly, but with her sudden arrival back in, she wasn’t surprised as people were hesitant. Gives it another few races and she’d be back on top, well, more than she already was.}

_{It was pretty clear people hadn’t forgotten about her, the guy making out with her against her car certainly hadn’t. Hannah could vaguely remember him from a few of her past races. With her jacket thrown into the front seat, Hannah felt his hands on her when she heard the first sirens. Hopping into her car, the guy climbing into the passenger seat, she passed him her phone. As he entered his number, he sent her a wink before getting out. Pulling away from the parking lot, she texted Sergio, telling him to meet her at the back road that led away from the course. The police wouldn’t go through there to get to the now empty race layout.}

_{Hannah arrived, parking her car and getting out. While she waited, she scrolled through her messages, reading majority of them. Most were congratulations on her latest addition to her wins, others being guys hitting her up. Responding to a few of them, Hannah leant against the front of her car, waiting for him to arrive. She figured he would have gone off with that girl, whoever she was, but she doubted he cared enough to even learn her name.}

_{Hannah watched him warily, rolling her eyes she shook her head softly. She knew what he was like, so why this surprised her was slightly confusing. Everybody had their own way of passing time, but she doubted this was the best way for him, especially now. This game put the risks of being caught even higher, being stupid and making that even worse was plain idiotic. Whatever he was doing, it was likely going to get them both caught. Hannah needed to fix this situation, before it got way too out of hand for her to fix. She sighed, walking towards him, “Are you drunk?”}

_{Hannah ignored her phone as she saw a message pop up from the guy from earlier. It wasn’t too late yet, so if he agreed to do this responsibly, sober up and complete his turn, she’d still have time to go over and see him. After getting back into racing, she deserved a chill night. Besides, what girl in their right mind would pass up an opportunity with him? They’d have to be crazy. Hannah didn’t know him all that well, but she had heard about him, at races and at school. He was in the grade above her, he seemed to be quite the popular guy, Noah, she remembered him as.}

_{Hannah sighed. Great, now she had to figure out what to do with a drunk Sergio. “You are unbelievable” she told him, rolling her eyes. Hannah had no idea what to do, she didn’t anticipate this situation. He always seemed so in control, she hadn’t worried about him getting drunk or anything like that. She had assumed he would be responsible enough to know when the right time for that was. It was pretty clear there was no way he’d be able to do his task tonight, he could barely stand. Rubbing the back of her neck, she leaned over and grabbed her phone out of the car.}

_{“No. I am not letting you bring us both down because you were immature enough to get drunk” She snapped. Breathing slowly to calm her frustration, she thought for a moment. There had to be something she could do. There was no way she was letting him get behind a wheel again tonight, grabbing his arm, she led him over to the passenger side of her car. Holding out her hand, “Give me your keys. Don’t make me fight you for them, just give them to me. I’m not in the fucking mood to deal with your ego right now” She told him.}