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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBp0BIOZDT8][color=ec008c][i]No, I just don't understand why
You won't talk to me
It's hurts that I'm so unwanted for nothing
Don't talk words against me
I wanted to know you
I wanted to show you[/i][/color][/url][/center][hr]

April’s head pounded lightly as she sat on top of the unmounted set of racing tires next to her car. She’d spent the last two days after the party doing next to nothing in her house, reflecting on the night of the party. Particularly noteworthy, she’d drank herself into a borderline coma on Sunday evening and passed out watching [i]Brooklyn Nine Nine[/i], something she deeply regretted now. April just couldn’t get the image of Santiago kissing Bea out of her head, it was like it was trying to haunt her. She needed a distraction. School didn’t matter right now, April needed to feel something other than heartbreak right now. She looked down to the tires she still sat upon and a small grin spread across her face.

Ten minutes and one air-powered impact wrench later, the normal summer tires on her Maserati were swapped out with the significantly more expensive racing tires. Another ten minutes and she had changed from her school uniform into jeans, a tank top and her black leather jacket.

April hopped into the driver’s seat just as her dad walked into the garage. She shut the door and let the custom tuned V8 engine roar as she cranked the ignition before hearing a gentle knock on her window. [color=ed1c24]“April, what did I tell you about skipping class? I know you had a few rough nights, but that's not an excuse.”[/color] Her dad spoke in an irritated, but calm tone, knowing full well what went down at the party on Friday. April had come clean in her drunkenness and regretted telling him anything now. She rolled down her window a crack and looked to her father, taking in a deep breath before speaking a few short words. [color=ec008c]“First two classes suck, I need to blow off some steam.”[/color]

Moments later, she shot out of the garage and sped out of the Foster Estate driveway like a bat out of hell, her face masked by the visor of her racing helmet. The world around her was all but blocked out as her driving playlist blared through her earbuds. It was just her and the road now, time to tear it up. April turned onto Interstate 98 and checked her mirrors for cops before flooring it, the racing tires screeching on the tarmac before the Maserati GT took off down the road at breakneck speeds. The eight cylinder engine’s roar echoed through the air as April ripped down the same strip of road she’d raced Diablo down more times than she could count, watching her speedometer climb well past 150mph. The roads were very empty for this time in the morning but April paid it no mind, only really hesitating behind the wheel as she screamed past a police cruiser. [color=ec008c]“Shit!”[/color]

Sure enough, as she flew past the cop, the lights came on and the sirens wailed. She was done for now. Her father was gonna kill her. There was a brief moment in a dark corner of April’s mind that screamed [color=ec008c]You can outrun him[/color], but April knew that even if she did, it wasn’t hard to track down one of the very few arctic white Maserati GT’s in the area. Especially with the license plate PR1NCSS. Reluctantly, April slowed down the car and pulled over to the side of the road. She waited with the feeling of absolute dread as the officer approached her car from the left, flipping up the visor on her helmet and preparing her papers.

[color=00aeef]“License and registration please, Miss Foster. Do you have any idea how fast you were going?”[/color]

April grinned. If she was gonna be charged, might as well have some fun. [color=ec008c]
“Faster than you. Topped out at 160 before you flashed me.”[/color] She batted her eyelashes and cocked her head to the side as the officer looked over her license and insurance. Then an idea started forming in her head. A glorious idea. A mischievous idea.

[color=00aeef]“Miss Foster, step out of the car.”[/color] Time to put her plan into action.

April followed his instructions, but not before pulling down the driver side visor and retrieving two tickets to an F1 race in Monte Carlo. [color=ec008c]“Say, officer Flores, was it? You’re into Formula One racing, right? Thought I saw you at the Palm Beach track when they had a small scale race. I’ve got two tickets here to the 2019 Monte Carlo race, trackside with banquet access. If you let me off easy, they’re yours. I could probably cover airfare too.”[/color] In truth, the tickets were supposed to be for her and Santi to go. But after their little debate and how Santi just wanted her for the [i]extra curricular[/i] activities, she’d figured it was a fair trade. That and the looming threat of being arrested drove the stakes even higher. It was all or nothing now. 

The officer hesitated as he pressed her against the car and finished cuffing her one hand. She had hit a weak spot. Victory. 

[color=00aeef]“Do you know that it’s illegal to bribe a law enforcement officer?”[/color]

[color=ec008c] “Do you have any idea how much these tickets are worth?”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“Is that the full package?”[/color]

[color=ec008c] “Two laps in a two seater car, yacht parties, accommodations. Roughly fifteen grand for both tickets.”[/color]

April was rewarded with a satisfying click as the officer undid the handcuffs. She turned to face the officer and dug the tickets from her jacket. [color=ec008c]Dates are on the back, you’ll need proper attire for the banquet. I’ll transfer your airfare when you book the tickets. You have my number on file if you need to contact me.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“If I see you again, Miss Foster, you’re done.”[/color]

April grinned from under her helmet and hopped back into her car and started it, pulling a quick U-turn on the road before taking off back towards the school. She stayed under the limit until the cop pulled off and disappeared in her rear-view, before dropping the gear and flooring it once again. No one could keep her from the road.

April pulled into the school parking lot ten minutes later just as the lunch bell rang, making extra sure to squeal her tires as she came dangerously close to clipping Santi’s red Lamborghini. After she let the sight sink in to all of the onlookers, she pulled into the spot right next to it and turned off the engine. She looked into her mirrors to check if Santi had actually seen what she’d done. If he could play with her heart, she could play with his most prized possession. She hopped out of the car and peaked around the passenger side, grinning as she saw how little room she’d left for Santi to open his door. Now, for lunch. April was starving. Hopefully the cafeteria had something decent today.