Crazy for this girl
By: Evan and Jaron
*She rolls the window down,
And she talks over the sound,
Of the cars that pass us by,
And I don�t know why,
But she�s changed my mind.*
The first few weeks after the incident, life was very difficult. Mia and the rest of the team got home two days after Letty tried to commit suicide. We tried to clean up Vince�s place as best we could, but the stains on the couch were pretty bad. Letty wouldn�t come home yet, said she wasn�t ready to be in the same bed as me. So she was there to explain the whole thing to Vince when he came home. She thought he would be mad, but I guess he wasn�t, well not at her anyway. I got one hell of a lecture from that boy. He wouldn�t stop yelling, some crazy shit about hurting his little sister, and that he�d take her away from me if I did it again. I didn�t believe it for a second, but who knows, he might have been serious.
Letty couldn�t do much around the garage, so she hung out with Mia, either in the office or out in the diner. They must have been having fun though; cause all you could hear were spontaneous bouts of laughter coming from wherever they were. They sang along with stupid pop songs on the radio, or talked about girly things like make up and clothes, but whenever they got into the sexual stuff Mia would shut the door, wouldn�t want the boys hearing them talk about whatever sexual stuff girls gossip about.
I was curious though. I wondered what Letty said about us. I knew she couldn�t be talking about anyone else; I was the only guy she�d ever slept with. I�m more proud of that than anything else in my life. I had been her first and her only. Not that it showed or anything. Letty could be quite the little vixen in bed. She is definitely the best I�ve ever had, hands down. None of those race whores compared. She was everything I�d ever wanted in a woman. I hope I haven�t fucked everything up by messing around.
Sure she is a bit younger than me� well about four years younger. I�m twenty-one and she�s only eighteen, and sometimes I feel like I�m causing her to miss out on something. You know that whole teenage experience crap. We started messing around when she was fifteen, just kissing and stuff. I didn�t sleep with her till she was sixteen. That took a lot of resistance, there were many times when I just wanted to throw her down wherever we were, but I kept myself in check. She was just a kid after all. Hell she still is. She should still be innocent. Sometimes I feel like I damaged her or some shit like that.
But now back to the present. We had barely said one word to each other since that night. I just kept thinking, �what if I hadn�t come home?� �what if I had been ten minutes later?�. The images just kept running through my head, all that blood, so much blood, and the knife, and the cut, and the way her hair was plastered to her face by the blood. It was all over, all over Vince�s white tile, all over the couch, all over me. I just couldn�t shake it. I dropped the wrench I was using and I hit the ground with a loud �clang�. Mia came out of the office, Letty pushing herself in the office chair right behind her.
�You okay Dominic?� Mia asked concerned.
�Yeah, I�m fine.� I replied coolly. Mia went back into the office, but Letty didn�t, at least not right away. She gave me that look where she cocks one eyebrow up and gives me a face that says I know you�re lying. But she didn�t call me on it, just went back into the office and shut the door behind her.
*And when she carries on without a doubt
I wonder if she�s figured out
I�m crazy for this girl
Yeah, I�m crazy for this girl.*
She still wouldn�t talk to me, every time I�d try to start up a conversation, she�d answer in one word or not at all. After the first few days I gave up trying. When she wanted to talk she�d talk and I�d just have to wait for that day, and in the mean time keep focused on work, and on my next race. After all that�s how I live my life, a quarter mile at a time. I remember telling that to the cop. Damn I hated thinking about that guy, it pissed me off so much, sure he�d gotten us out of a rough spot, but that didn�t make him okay or anything. He was still a cop, and there�s nothing I hate more than cops.
