Jacked: Ford Focus ST
By Eric Stevens
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Ever since James turned old enough to drive, he's wanted to enter his Ford Focus ST in the street races downtown. The first night he sneaks out, James finds trouble before he reaches the starting line. A gorgeous older girl has crossed some dangerous people—and she decides James is her ride out of harm's way. The situation is explosive, but James can't keep from investigating. Will he drive the girl to a new life—or crash and burn?
Includes real tech specs and tuning details for the FORD FOCUS ST!
Eric Stevens
Eric Stevens lives and writes in Saint Paul, Minnesota.
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Jacked - Eric Stevens
(mobi)
I ripped my jeans. My mom’s going to kill me. Then she’s going to ask me how I ripped my jeans, and I’ll have to make something up. I can’t tell her my jeans got caught on the windowsill.
When I was climbing out the window.
After midnight.
To drive across the city for a street race.
I’m at a red light, and I can already hear the revving engines and excited shouting of the spectators from a few blocks away.
Come on, come on,
I say to myself, staring at the light, drumming on the steering wheel. It’s my first time sneaking out of my house in the middle of the night—or any time of night, really.
It’s the first time I’ve ever gone downtown on my own. I’ve taken the light rail twice with a couple of friends to see a baseball game. But all by myself, and long after nightfall? Never.
I’m not actually a bad kid. The thing is, I turned sixteen a couple of months ago. I’ve been saving my money for a long time because I knew that when I turned sixteen, I’d want a car.
I’d want a good car. I wouldn’t be happy with some hunk of junk from 1983 that ran on diesel and went from zero to sixty in an hour and a half.
So as soon as I was allowed, I got a job and started saving money. With a little help from my grandparents, I had enough cash for a slightly used and pristine-condition Ford Focus ST. A turbocharged 250-horsepower 2-liter engine. Zero to sixty miles an hour in a hair over six seconds. The hottest hatchback on the U.S. market.
And that was before I hit the parts store: flash tuner, cold air intake, new cat back exhaust. I’ll have the horsepower up to 300 before I’m through.
So why am I breaking out of my own house after midnight and tearing my jeans on the climb down the drainpipe? Because in the heart of the downtown financial district, where no normal person would dare to walk after closing time, all the hardcore tuners in this city are gathering.
Gathering to race.
And if this light doesn’t turn green,
I say to myself, I swear, I’m just going to go anyway.
I’m about to run—might as well, it’s not like there’s anyone around—when I hear footsteps running fast down the sidewalk. She’s coming up from my left, from the direction of the financial district. She’s older than me, but not by much—probably only a year or two out of high school. Her hair is jet black but streaked with red, and it’s so long that it flies behind her and bounces all over as she runs.
And she’s head to toe in bright orange leather. This girl is a car girl, no doubt. And she’s heading right for me.
The light’s green, but I can’t find the gas pedal. I’m not sure I want to. Next thing I know, she slides across the hood.
Hey!
I shout, because she might leave a dent. But she lands on the passenger side, no harm done, and pulls open the door.
Drive,
she snaps as she tosses her bag into the backseat. She slams the door and turns on me, her face twisted with fear and anger. She shoots a panicked glance over my shoulder at a man—too dark to see him clearly—running toward us a couple of blocks away. Drive!
Wha—
I start. She cuts me off, balling her hand into a fist: Just floor it!
So what can I do? This girl is freaking out—not to mention insanely hot and into cars.