A/N Shout out to Parldro for being my first reviewer! And a big thanks to you who already faved/followed it. Any who, this is the chapter where she goes off to Stanford. It's short but to the point. Next chapter will be right before she graduates from college and right before that last heist from the first movie.

Chapter seven

I drove home from the races in shock. When I got there I went straight to my room and layed down. I stared at the ceiling trying to understand what had happened. I couldn't believe it. Caesar was actually going to hit me if Dom hadn't stopped him. In the months that we had dated he never once even raised his voice at me. You think you know someone.

Johnny Tran did come for his car the next day, but Dom had already gotten it back to his garage. Mia told me that they were going to fight until he threw the street code in his face. Johnny let the car go and agreed to stay in his own neighborhood as long as Dom did the same. Like I said, racers hate sore losers.

I spent the rest of the summer with Letty and Mia. Going to the beach, shopping, going to the races... Life was great, until it was time for me to start packing for Stanford. Mia cried again and Dom refused to speak to me. Letty wasn't fazed. She was already planning a trip to come see me.

Truth? I was getting nervous. Nervous about being away from my family, nervous about the classes, and nervous about the people I would meet. It wasn't going to stop me from going but I hated not knowing what to expect. I really should have went to the campus to look around beforehand.

A few days before I had to make the drive up my dad tells me that they need him to work so he couldn't drive the uhaul. We were in the kitchen and all I could do was stare at him.

" I'm sorry munchkin you know I wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary. " He said.

What am I supposed to do now? My dad grabbed the land line and made a call.

" Hey Dom. " He said.

Oh great please just be calling to shoot the breeze.

" I need you to do me a solid. I was supposed to be driving the uhaul up to Stanford but I got called in. You think you could take my place and make sure Beaut gets up there okay? "

I couldn't hear Doms answer but I knew he wouldn't refuse. No matter how mad he was, but he would be moodier than a hormonal thirteen year old. Yay me.

And I was right. I drove my BMW and he drove the uhaul. My dad had bought walkie talkies before he got called in to work and made us promise to use them on our way, but Dom refused to talk. I'd tell him I needed to use the restroom or need to stretch my legs and he'd just let me take the lead.

When we stopped for lunch he just sat across from me and ate his food in silence. I tried several times to start a conversation. There was no talking to him.

By the time we made it to Stanford I was fed up and in a bitchy mood. I had been cramped up in my car for five hours and his attitude wasn't helping things. We went to the admissions building and they gave me the keys to my dorm room.

Dom backed the uhaul up and I grabbed my duffle's. He grabbed a box and we headed up to my floor. I unlocked the door to my new room. Thank god I wouldn't have a roommate because the space was small.

Dom put the box down on the floor and went to get more. I put my duffle's next to it and went to help him. When we got everything in I cringed at the thought of having to put everything in its place. I'd at least have to put my bed together tonight.

I looked at him and he looked away.

" Are you ever going to talk to me again? " I asked softly.

He looked at me finally and sighed. " You know how I feel. You don't love me enough to stay close, what else is there to say? "

What? " You think I don't love you? God Dom how blind are you? " I said walking up to him.

" If you loved me we wouldn't be here right now, we'd be home talking about how excited you are about your first day at UCLA. " He said walking out.

He didn't even say goodbye.