ALEXA WOLFE - THE CHASE
Alexa Wolfe started out acting, and working in the film industry. She is an entertainment industry veteran, currently seeking validation by studying creative writing in Orlando, FL. She is pursuing a career in screenwriting and was born and raised in New Orleans, LA; But she has lived much of her adult life in Florida. She is also an Air Force veteran who’s hobbies include surfing and rock climbing. You can follow her on Twitter at @AlexWolfePro.
The crowd parted as the cars pulled up to the starting line in the streets of Los Angeles. Alex is the first car to take its place on the line. Her super clean purple BMW M3 screeched to a stop and revved its engine.
Jess is the next to come to a halt, driving a Red Corvette Stingray. Then a black Mazda Miata finally takes its place on the line. Jess looked over to the unknown racer.
He seemed to be a slender man with eyes that cut through her like a knife. He saw her looking and he licked his lips and blew her a kiss. “Come on girls! Let me show you what daddy can do for you,” he said.
“Creeper,” Jess said.
Alex looked over at him in disgust. “Oh yeah? Maybe you’d like to play with the toy I keep in my back seat,” she said. “It looks like it’s just your size.”
He shot Alex a dirty look and looked toward the road ahead.
Jess rolled her eyes. “You couldn’t just let it go, could you?”
“Not a chance,” Alex said.
The cars revved their engines as the coordinator took his place in front of the cars.
The girls put on their ear-pieces. They paired with a beep.
Jess squinted her eyes as she looked at Alex. “I see your wheels spinning, what are you thinking over there.”
Alex smirked as she turned her attention forward. The coordinator dropped his hands, and all three cars sped off.
Jessica pulled off in the lead and then quickly fell behind. “Damnit.”.
“You’ve got to work on your shifting, bestie.” Alex pulled off in the lead with the creeper on her tail.
“Thanks, I’m aware. You know, we all can’t be great at everything like you,” Jess said. She slammed her foot on the clutch, struggling to catch up.
Alex grabbed her chest. “One can only hope I guess,” she said.
Alex was head to head with the Miata when Jess closed in on them.
“Welcome back to the show,” Alex said. “You were missed.”
The Miata tried to slingshot around Alex but she wasn’t having it. In a final attempt, he cut his wheel left. Alex cut left then slammed her breaks. The Miata overcorrected and jerked out of control as Alex pulled off ahead.
“Don’t mind me back here, I’m just the clean-up crew,” Jess said sarcastically.
Alex payed no attention to the banter in her ear. She lined up in front of the Miata and slammed her breaks. He hit the brakes and jerked the wheel, spinning out of control.
Jess took a deep breath as her car sped right at the defeated driver. She swerved right just in time to miss the spinning car. She took a sigh of relief as her car tires slipped on the grass.
“You ok back there?” She glanced in her rearview mirror. “You know I can’t survive without my clean-up crew,” Alex said.
“You almost got me killed! I’m not cleaning up shit for you.” Jess struggled to regulate her breathing.
Alex chuckled as she slowed down for her friend’s sake. “Then what good are you?”
“You’ll see the next time you need some tech fixed,” Jess said.
Alex was approaching the finish line when blue lights sparked out of the darkness. She slammed her breaks and cut her wheel to the left, spinning her car around. Speeding off away from the cops, her speedometer reached about 90 miles an hour when she passed Jess.
“Why did you turn around?” Jess slowed her car confused. On the other side of the turn she spots the cops.
Alex’s voice was calm. “Cops.” The speedometer reached 120 as the blue lights reappeared in her rear-view mirror.
“What?” Her voice shaking. Jess was on a collision course with one of the cars. “I’ll never make it. I’ll distract them.” She kept the wheel steady, and just as they were about to hit, they both swerved right. Jess hit her breaks, attempting to distract the cops from Alex. But the cops didn’t look back.
“Come on! I’m trying to get arrested.” Jess slammed her fists on the steering wheel. She stopped her car and stared out of her window as both officers chased down her best friend.
“What are you talking about,” Alex said. She took a sharp left into the city blocks.
“They ignored me, and went after you,” Jess said. “You get all the damn attention, this just proves it.”
A corvette cut her off and slammed the breaks. Alex struggled to get around the car as two cops flew out behind her.
“What is this? Pick on the popstar day?” Alex said.
“I told you, we all can’t be as cool as you,” Jess said. “Where are you now?”
“Trapped,” Alex said. She was forced to a stop. “You might want to get the bail money ready, I’m probably going to the 33rd.”
“Copy that,” Jess said. She turned her car and headed in the direction of the prison.
Alex stepped out of the vehicle with her hands in the air.
“Please come with me, Ms. Hayden,” he said.
Alex looked at the tall slender man, dressed in a suit. “How do you know my name?” she said. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Annoyed, the undercover cop turned around and flashed his badge. The two officers moved to grab Alex by the arms, and he put his hand up and signaled them off.
“Miss Hayden…” he said.
“My name is Alex.”
The strange officer sighed. “Alex. It’s your father. There’s been an accident.”