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When she wanted to get away from home, she didn't expect anything like this. Lillian Sterling had finally made her entrance into the party that the rest of her supposed classmates were at. She wanted nothing more than to stay home and curl up in a blanket and bingewatch whatever drama she happened to be in on a Netflix account she wasn't even paying for.

So much for that.

Walking onto the floor, she could feel the music pounding from the bottom of her heels all the way to the very top of her body. She really didn't want to be here, but here she was. There were a lot of people, some of older, some her age, and some younger. Regardless, it was too stuffy for the British girl. She wanted to make her way outside to the balcony, just to take in the ice cold New York air, and get some space to herself. The longer she stayed here the less she wanted to be here. She didn't see anyone she recognized, not like she would be able to recognize anyone anyway. Staying at home all burrito'd up in a blanket sounded so much more tempting with every minute that passed. However, much to Lillian's dismay, someone had other plans.

"Excuse me, I don't think we've met?"

A nice, tall man came up to her. Lillian could already see, as well as smell that he had quite a few drinks on him. He had the perfect balance between being unkempt and tidy. His hair was like a bird's nest but the rest of him was like he was straight out of royalty. Lillian took a moment to check him out, before he continued with the interaction. He was definitely attractive, but Lillian just didn't like people for their looks. She wanted to test him out a little further.

"I'm Lucas."

"Lillian."

She shook his hand, looking up into his deep eyes. She swallowed a bit, knowing that a man in this state was often hard to predict and read. She tried reading him, but it wasn't working. For whatever reason, she just couldn't do it. Not while he was tipsy.

"So, Lillian, you wanna get a drink? It's on me."

Immediately spotting the fallacy in his request, this Lucas person blew it already. Lillian found her out, even though it might not have made the most sense, she was going to take it. Lillian really didn't want to deal with this fella. She didn't want to deal with anyone right now.

"It's an open bar. Nice try... Lucas."

Lillian scoffed and walked off, leaving Lucas to eat her dust. She finally spotted the door to the balcony, which, to her enjoyment, was sparsely populated. Perfect. She made a beeline for the balcony, before eventually feeling the cold, bitter, icy air hit her bare shoulders. She sighed, seeing her warm breath turn into a cloud of steam. She put her arms on the icy railing, staring off into the city which the ballroom presided over.
Cassie groaned and put her hand on her forehead. "You shitting me? Fuck!" She paced back and forth, dwelling on how to go about this new endeavor. She had to land in the bucket. There was no other way unless she wanted to leave in multiple pieces. "I hate you, Drevan." She took a deep breath and made the leap of faith into the bucket. She felt the cold hair blast her in the face, as she fell down into the bucket. It was like shooting a three pointer, but way more was on the line this time.

Looking down into the bucket, she knew that it wasn't going to be a soft landing. Bending her knees, she landed in the bucket and groaned loudly. She probably had a hairline fracture or something like that. "I'm in... I'm in!" She groaned, lying on her back and wincing in pain. "Get me out of here!"
Closing into the finish line, Kimberly got onto the appropriate exit ramp and charged like a bull up it. It was only a few turns and curves before the garage was coming up, meaning she had to get the tires loose. Grip was essential earlier, but she needed to get rid of it now. These next few turns needed the absolute limit of the car. She had to enter them sideways, and knowing this area, she knew that there was a crucial shortcut coming up. Kimberly kicked the clutch and whipped the wheel to the opposite side, feeling the tires break their grip. The Mustang's weight shifted as it held the drift, seeing the smoke and tire marks be left behind in her wake as she straightened out the Mustang and pointed it in the right direction.

Going through gears, Kimberly's eyes watched her phone and the road up ahead, anticipating when she would have to make the turns and cut into that shortcut to get that sweet, sweet saved time and have the best shot at winning first place. "I'd recommend you strap in and hold on, Seb. Gonna be a wild ride." Going down a gear, Kimberly pointed her foot at a forty-five degree angle and rev-matched the downshift, before whipping the car in a certain direction. After these next few turns, there was an alley ahead that would point her right at the garage and possibly send her straight to the front of the car.

The biggest problem in Kimberly's head right now was the diminishing grip on her tires. These were semi-slick tires, but they weren't going to hold up underneath the immense stress Kimberly was about to put them under. Not like this. Migrating her right hand onto the emergency brake, she was waiting for the right time to pull it and get the car looser. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Past the stop light and the e-brake was yanked. She didn't have the time or the patience for a clutch kick. She needed it to lose grip now. Disengaging the e-brake, she kept her hand on the little stick, waiting for the last turn before she was able to stop with the e-braking.

Seeing it, she didn't bother following the turn up ahead. She just darted straight for the alley up ahead. Feeling the suspension take shock of the transition onto elevated ground, she continued on. Flooring it down the narrow alley, she could see a side entrance into the garage. Just a few more minutes, and Kimberly would be taking the well-deserved 1st place.
@Lady Amalthea Oh okay! Sorry about that. I'll come back when it's open.
Hey hey. Y'all got room?
Sliding onto the street, Kimberly counter-steered hard just to keep the car straight and pointed in the right direction. She kept her foot light on the pedal, using every single bit of her weight to delicately feather the control as needed. The female driver already knew that she'd be burning through this set of tires by the time she got done with the race. Might as well get her dollar's worth if they were gonna be ruined by the end anyway.

Feeling the tires get their grip, she put the pedal to the metal, sending every single ounce of power to the rear tires as she shot down the roadway. Now was the time to keep both hands on the wheel. Dealing with her Skyline was one thing, but this car was another beast. All this power and torque at once had started to prove difficult even for Kimberly, who had dealt with many cars like this before. Something about this car had gave it a very wild, unpredictable nature. Despite having some very good semi-slicks on, something about this car felt like that it was ready to let loose at any second and take both Kimberly and Seb on a trip. It felt like it had a mind of its own.

Seeing a turn come up, Kimberly moved her feet as necessary. left foot on the clutch, and her right foot had moved to an angle where her toes were on the brake pedal and her heel was on the gas pedal. Heel-and-toe downshifting was a technique that was difficult for Kimberly to implement, especially in her beginning days as a racer. She didn't even remember how she tackled corners without heel and toe. But she learned it quick once she realized how important it was to be a faster driver. It was an essential skill and she was glad she learned how to do it.

Going down two gears, Kimberly held her left foot over the clutch in preparation for upshifts. Feeling the car lose its grip when hitting the apex, Kimberly wrestled the wheel to the other side to countersteer accordingly. Going down a gear, she felt the car straighten itself out and get itself back on track. Once she was set again, she fucking floored that shit. Watching her Mustang fly past some dumb lil' imports, she continued to bob and weave in and out of traffic. She looked even more focused than before. This Mustang was definitely a beast of its own, but at the same time if Kimberly could learn its intricacies in time, she would definitely be able to use it to win.




Earlier, before Ellie had gotten into Ross's car, Seb had approached her about an interesting idea. It was something about diving off of US Bank tower. She was skeptical at first, but after some coaxing from her lovely boyfriend, she was leaning more toward doing it. It might've been pretty illegal and they probably couldn't use the footage without being incriminated for trespassing among a variety of other laws. But, if it was just them and them only, then it probably would've been pretty cool to do.

"Yeah, sure. Fuck it. Why not?" Ellie replied, shrugging. It probably would be a very cool story to tell later to their friends.

A few minutes later, and Ellie was inside Ross's RX-7, barreling down the streets of Los Angeles faster than the human mind could comprehend in a vehicle with four wheels. The shit that Ross and Kimberly did suddenly gained a lot more respect. These two had never been in a collision with another vehicle and they'd been doing this sort of stuff for a very long time. It was amazing. Ross was barreling down these streets and he wasn't even breaking a sweat. It was hard to believe that this gearhead couple were also responsible parents that prioritized the care of their daughter whenever they were around her.

Needless to say, it was a lie if Ellie wasn't at least a little bit nervous. She had never been in something like this at this speed. All these cars that they were flying past made the Scottish girl nervous. She knew she could trust Ross. Ross wouldn't do anything to put her into harm's way. But it was a different story with the car. Anything could've happened with the car. But at least she could trust Ross to keep things intact and keep her safe.




After some more bobbing, weaving, turning, sliding, and braking, Kimberly had found herself on the freeway. Yes, it was in Los Angeles, where freeways were pretty much nightmares. But surprisingly, at this time of day, the only occupants of the freeway were just the racers headed to LAX. This is where the Mustang could've really shined. Wide, shallow turns and straightaways for days. Kimberly hoped her gears were long enough to really be able to utilize the power and gain some time.

Merging onto the freeway, she could feel the suspension take most of the car's weight as the ground leveled out. She felt the V8 roar, rumbling through the floor as she put herself in the middle lane. The supercharger was whining as loud as the devil as the green car tore down the freeway. As the cabin was rumbling as it ran over every little imperfection in the road, Kimberly turned to Seb. "You alright? Hopefully this isn't too rough for you." She commented, before switching lanes to overtake a Lamborghini Gallardo and an Audi R8 going at it.










sorry for the delay, y'all. i'm currently looking for a new faceclaim for cassie because i don't like that one anymore


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