Call Me Maybe

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not the song that's stuck in my head, not the characters… just the hopping plot bunny I'm feeding carrots to…

Rated: M for language and potential naughtiness…?

A/N: One-Shot Maybe? Or a three-shot… Up to you guys if I should continue for a bit.

Chapter 1

Letty Ortiz leaned against the side of her Nissan Silvia S14. "Damn", she murmured to herself. "This is insane."

The mass of people was clearly high on adrenaline and NOS fumes. And Letty was certain some people wore more articles of clothing to the beach. She wondered how many of these skanks planned for 'accidental' nipple slips. Her lip curled in disgust.

Letty peered down at her own outfit discreetly. Yes, she had a fair amount of skin showing, as well as the lacy edges of her red bra that peeked from under her buckled black vest that left most of her midriff exposed. But her breasts weren't hanging out, and her black leather pants actually covered her ass when she bent over.

Then a deliberate movement caught her eye as the crowd parted. A large, well-muscled, bald man in a wife beater started giving orders. She cocked on eyebrow at the scantily clad women that hung off his arms practically drooling. "You've gotta be joking", she shook her head.

"Haven't seen you here before", another man approached her, but kept a decent amount of space between them and thankfully knew better than to lean on her car. She was grateful that she didn't have to dig her brass knuckles from the pocket of her leather pants… or kick him in the balls with her steel-toed flaming boots. A few months in Juvie was one thing, but prison for assault would be quite another.

She shot him a glance. "Haven't been here before", Letty drawled. "Isn't that how it works?"

"Tough chick, huh?" he laughed. "I'm Hector."

"How nice for you."

"You're not gonna throw me a bone?"

"You a dog?" both of her eyebrows shot up. Then her mouth twitched and she gave in. "Letty."

"Nice to meet you, Letty."

"Uh-huh… so, who's the ass-clown?" she gestured to the man who had caught her eye earlier who was gesticulating grandly towards people and their cars.

Hector choked. "'Ass-clown'?" he stifled a laugh. "Don't let him hear you say that or he might take it as a challenge. Dom's sort of a local legend around here."

"Dom?" she persisted casually, brushing back a few tendrils of hair that slipped into her face from the messy bun on top of her head.

He grinned knowingly. "Dominic Toretto."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "So, what?" she asked curiously. "He thinks he's the king of the streets or something?"

"He is the King of the streets, sweetheart", Hector chuckled. "Never lost a race."

She smirked thoughtfully. "We'll see about that."


Dominic Toretto had finished choosing four racers for the set and realized he was missing one of his partners in crime. They had ten minutes before the race would begin, provided the cops didn't show up. He interrupted his scruffy friend's flirtation with a busty blonde with a grin.

"Hey, Vince, have you seen Hector?"

Vince refocused his attention reluctantly and glanced around. He nodded to their right. "There", he pointed. "He's talkin' to some chick." His head tilted as he studied the Latina curiously before shaking his head. "She's way outta his league. And she's probably a lesbian", he complained.

Dom laughed aloud and raked his eyes over the unknown female. She looked comfortable in the crowd, but she stood out. Her outfit was sexy in a classy kind of way, not slutty compared to most of the girls who flaunted their bodies hoping to be taken home – most wanted to be taken home by him. And besides that, the way she leaned against her car said that she knew how to drive it. It wasn't for show.

Her head turned in his direction, but he couldn't be sure she was looking at him. He nudged Vince again. "I'm gonna go find out who she is."

Vince snorted. "Good luck with that, man."

Dom headed purposefully towards Hector and the mystery woman, brushing off the rest of the crowd with a good-natured grin.

"Hector", he called as he approached. "Who's your friend?"

Before Hector could get a word in edgewise, the young woman spoke. "One, we", she gestured between herself and Hector, "just met. So I would hardly call us friends. And two, I am standing right here. Don't talk like I can't hear you."

He smiled widely. "Oh, I like you", he said amusedly. "You've got a bad habit for ball-busting, don't you?"

"I wouldn't call it a bad habit", she frowned.

"You got a name?"

She nodded, "Yep."

"You're not gonna make this easy on me, are you?" he sighed. Hector edged away from the duo silently.

She shook her head, "Nuh-uh."

"I'm Dom", he offered.

"I've heard", she said wryly. She waited a beat before giving in. "Letty", she answered.

Dominic grinned. "Letty", he repeated in a low voice.

She felt the hair on her arms raise at the way he said her name and held back a shiver. She was in trouble.

"That your car?" he gestured behind her curiously.

"It is."

"Can you drive it?"

She glared at him, affronted. "Of course I can drive it. Asshole", she growled under her breath.

"You're new around here", he observed mildly.

She relaxed slightly. "It's a hell of a lot different from Vegas", she allowed.

"You're from Las Vegas?"

She nodded.

"I think you should let me take you out", he said suddenly.

She smirked at his audacity and blatantly looked him up and down. "Honey, I'd eat you for lunch – and dinner."

"You should let me take you out", he repeated with a wide smile. "Someone should show you around L.A., keep you outta trouble", he teased.

Her eyebrows rose incredulously. "You think I look like trouble?" He just nodded twice. "I can handle myself", she said assured confidently.

"I'm sure you can", he said seriously.

Her mouth twitched into a semblance of a smile for just under a second. "If you're trying to get into my pants, you're going to have to work harder", she chuckled. "We've just met, and I'm not easy like the rest of your fan club."

Dom laughed. "Are you gonna give me the opportunity?"

"To get into my pants?" she asked dryly. "You don't even have to ask a girl on a date, do you? They just fall in your bed?"

He grimaced. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Sure you didn't", she teased.

"I didn't!"

She eyed him thoughtfully and held her hand out. "Let me see your phone."

"Excuse me?"

"Let me see your phone", she repeated slowly.

He shook his head in amusement and fished the cell phone from his pocket and dropped it in her hand.

"Now, was that hard?" she teased, familiarizing herself with his contact list before adding her number. She gave him extra brownie points for having less female numbers in his phone than she had first assumed. She handed it back to him with a cocky grin. "Call me, maybe", she said, "If you can find my name mixed with all the rest."

"I'll speak to you soon, Letty", he promised.

She grinned outright. "We'll see."

"You'll stay to watch the race?" he stated more than asked. "We're about to start."

She nodded slightly. "Go on. Maybe we'll talk later."

"Bet on it, sweetheart."

Then he left to start the race, her eyes following him as he walked away.


A/N: Okay, first short story ever. It could possibly turn into a three-shot if you like it. Let me know how it was.