Ok, I know it has been ages since I have updated a chapter, but I have finished school now, so I should have a while to put some chapters up. Thanks to everyone reading, even bigger thanks to those who review. (Think fast and furious when you read this one…)

Oh, and I own nothing but the story line.

Tristan looked on with a sense of déjà vu, only a week ago had the four black cars with the same decals made a similar entrance to the Chilton school yard, but instead of the hundreds of plaid covered youths, a hundred odd people who lined the side of the road stopped talking to their companions, stopped peering under the hoods of the brightly coloured muscle cars, and the competitions of which system for music, NOS, engines etc was forgotten. The street racers watched the famous Skylines roll down the middle of the road, dropping the gas, revving the engines so that the sound reverberated around the industrial area.

Rory and the boys got out of their cars, looking around at the crowds, searching for possibilities of competition for tonight's races. The quadruplet were known throughout America and Australia for their unique racing skills, there is very few people who are able to best them.

Rory saw a set of ice blue eyes standing out among all the bright colours of street races. Ignoring the scarcely dressed race rats that ere surrounding the boys that had followed her in and seem to always follow her, she walked towards the blonde who was starring at her. Once she was face to face with Tristan, with a smirk on her face she asked, "Do you come here often? Doesn't exactly seem like your brand of car", trying to hide the red tinge that occurred when his bluff was called, the respond of "Never actually come to the races before, my brother brought me tonight after he heard me talking about a Mary and wanted to know who it was, almost pissed him self laughing when I told him", coming to his senses, realisation kicked in, smirking to cover up his blush once again, "Anyways, the point is I am here. When does the exciting stuff start?" he questioned while looking around impressed yet not showing his excitement of being with a new group of people in a new scene.

Rory didn't reply to the question, she just took Tristan's hand and lead him back over to her car, where the boys had already picked their bed partners for this particular night. Walking around the other side of her car, staring at the blonde opposite her, she opened her door while maintaining the staring competition. Yelling so that everyone would hear over the bass of the music and the revving of cars, "Let's do this!!" Rory and Tristan climbed into the car, the male counter part stunned at the response the large crowd made to one three word sentence. Rory, ignoring the cheers of excitement surrounding them, lent over and turned on the sound system and turned up the volume, Mindless Self Indulgence's Kill the Rock came flowing out of the many speakers. Revving her Skyline, she sped off, neon under lights and coloured exhaust flames the only evidence she was once there.

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The bass of the music rattled the windows and doors, the party was at the mysterious house that had become a major part of the Chiltonites gossip loop lately, it is the house that had security standing at every entrance point, that was constantly surrounded my cars and had loud music blasting from it no matter what time of day or night it was. But on this particular night the well built security men weren't paying much attention to who was coming in and out, they were too busy rating each car at they turned up for the after race celebration, marking the cars one to ten on numerous aspects of both the driver and the actual car. Rory and the many people who lived within the house were internationally known for their parties, no one in the right mind would turn down and invitation to one.

Walking into the house with his arm around Rory's waist, Tristan was amazed at what was in front of him, he had never been to a racer's party, just high school parties which look, feel and are immature compared to this such events. Rory gave the basic tour of the house and left him to fend for himself, saying she had something she had to take care of. Not long after, cheers and chants of "Semper liber" came from one corner where about twenty or thirty people, all in the same clothes stood around someone or something, as the people, mostly young males moved around in the small group to talk to each other he saw Rory right in the centre, leading the festivities. Deciding to leaver her alone, Tristan when on a drink hunt, finding bottles and cans of alcohol from all over the world, having a hard time deciding what to pick, he decided to stay safe and just take a corona.

Looking around at the population of the room, Tristan observed that many people had similar tattoos to Rory, Logan, Finn, Colin and even Coach Green. The people in the house who had the tattoos all wore the same coloured and style of clothing, white singlet tops and black pants, the style of pants as well as types of jackets varied between each person. The situation was becoming more suspicious to the blonde. The guns that had reportedly been seen at school and the outline in most people pants and shirts let to him believing it was a regular occurrence with Rory's associates to be packing. This fact, the tattoos, clothes, cars, security and the house all started to piece together in his mind, this wasn't just an ordinary group of friends, no, this was something completely different.

Thanks for your time to read it, I will try and write another chapter tomorrow but probably wont up load, will just have them sitting there for when I get lazy like I usually do. Anyways, review if you would….

Claire