“WHO GAVE YOU A LICENSE?!!!!!!” Ashley screamed as the cherry red mustang slid around the corner, whipping her head to the right. Sam merely grinned and shifted into another gear, flooring the gas pedal. Ashley grabbed the handle above the passenger side window and gripped it until her knuckles were white. The sun had gone down about an hour before and the oncoming headlights were shining into Ashley’s eyes. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to drive fast; she just didn’t want to end up in another coma anytime soon. Samantha let go of the wheel and reached with her right hand to crank up the radio.

“I love this song!” Sam yelled over the radio. The rhythmic notes of the electric guitar filled Ashley’s ears and she began to move to the music. The singer didn’t have anything on her but the song was catchy. Sam had ironed her hair board straight as usual, while Ashley had left her wild curls alone. She preferred to be natural, and if crazy was natural then natural she would be. Both girls were now swinging their hair to the music. A car full of boys snuck up next to them at a red light, within seconds every single boy in the beige Honda was catcalling them. Samantha rolled her eyes and Ashley leaned out of the window.

“Can you say lesbiaaaaaaaaaaaan?” She yelled flipping them off as Sam peeled out. The mustang laid down black tire tracks on the smooth pavement and the boys were lost in the smoke. After a few more terrifying minutes in the car with Samantha, and after several silent prayers for her life, Ashley was very relieved to see they’d arrived at the strip club. Both girls were dressed to kill and Ashley did a quick hair check before she stepped out of the vehicle.

“Who in the HELL taught you how to drive?” Ashley demanded to know. Sam cracked a crooked smile at her.