<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Starting Line.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9th May 06 // 9:55pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jason/Blaire/Terry/John<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The brunette couldn't take her eyes away from Terry, mostly because she didn't want to miss anything. When Blaire tensed ever so slightly beside her, she resisted the urge to grab her wrist, her eyes darted to stare at her with a deep, knowing gaze. She heard Jason on her other side speak but her eyes were focused on the headstrong blond until she felt a little more relaxed and turned back to the man in front of them with an overly sweet smile. She couldn't help the grin growing as Jason finished and she quickly turned to him to give him a proud nod, the flush on her cheeks from the events before Terry now faded to her usual tone.<br/><br/>Relaxing a little against the side of Blaire's beautiful ride, she felt herself wanting to wander off and explore some more of the cars on show but knew that the races would begin at any moment. Instantly, her thoughts turned to her roommate, John, and she couldn't help but wonder where he'd gotten to. She lifted her gaze at Lisa briefly before looking up at Jason out of the corner of her eyes, nodding back over the hood of Blaire's car, gesturing for him to talk without Terry listening in on her concern. Jamie casually rolled onto her stomach before adjusting herself against the car, her arms crossed onto the hood of the car, her bare abdomen pressed against the cool glass of the passanger window raising goosebumps on her cinnamon skin. She shuffled her feet out a little to lean casually and turned her head to face Jason, the side of her head resting gently on her crossed forarms; the girl was trying to make her movements look as casual as possible in the eyes of all the other competitors who may have been watching at that point. When she spoke, her voice was as quiet as she could make it without it looking as if she were whispering and she made sure not to lean into the taller man at all. "John's missing. I'm worried." She hadn't thought about it before, seeing as the three of them seemed to be the first of the group to arrive, but now the races were approaching with speed and her concern was beginning to get out of hand beneath her confident composure. "You think he'll be here in time? I don't want him to miss it."<br/><br/>Just as she finished speaking, a sudden vibration began between the flesh of her left breast and the material of her bra. Jumping at the sensation, Jamie quickly turned around again and dug her hand into her top to retrieve her phone. Flipping the device open, the brunette quickly pressed the object to her ear while her spare hand adjusted her top, her eyes cast down to watch the motion. "Hello? John? You're late!" Without even giving the person on the other end of the phone a time to speak, she continued talking, her hand pressing into her other ear to dull the sounds of booming music and revving engines around her. "We're by Blaire's car. It's just left of the finish line. Drive straight through and come'n pull up beside us!" Her voice was slightly raised due to the amount of noise on her end and she waiting for clarification before thinking of hanging up on him.