[Hyde POV]
I went to the basement after work in my Nova instead of the Celica. The Celica was modified, so it
felt a waste treating it as a daily driver.
"Hyde! The show's starting!" Eric said quickly as I entered through the basement door.
Barbara sat next to me on a new chair Eric added there, and we all watched the show on the color
tv.
[Rev It Up- Episode 2]
The camera panned slowly across the hood. Fresh blue paint. A stylized flame pattern licking up from
the grille, stopping just short of the windshield. On the right fender, a massive decal– REV IT UP!
The engine revved. The rear wheels spun. Smoke curled off the asphalt as the Celica launched down a
drag strip, the exhaust sharp and angry instead of polite.
"I'm already so giddy." Donna muttered with excitement, smiling excitedly.
Inside the garage. The Celica sat under bright shop lights. On a table beside it. neatly laid-out
turbo components—manifold, turbocharger, piping, wastegate, carb enclosure.
My narrating voice sounded behind the camera.
Narrator: I'm back by popular demand. However, it will take some time to finish up the Mustang and
put it into a race.
The video showed how the Mustang had greatly changed from the initial appearance. A short, few
seconds clip of the chassis being fixed, everything was stripped from the car, the new primer, and
the engine being torn apart.
Narrator: It might take a few more weeks to get it ready for the race. In today's episode, what I'm
going to do is to boost the 1972 Celica– My own personal car, and then, it's going to race against…
That."
My finger pointed at the silver Porsche 911 parked beside the Celica.
Narrator: And those too.
The shot changed to the red Corvette Stingray and the black and gold Trans Am.
Kelso scoffed immediately and mocked, "There's no way a Japanese car can beat a Trans Am!"
"Shut up Kelso! I want to watch it!" Fez scolded him. I chuckled and said, "Just wait and see."
"Alright. Let's make a bet. Everyone except for Hyde. Since he already knew the result." Eric said
quickly.
"It's on!" Kelso agreed instantly. Eric took the bets quickly while the car was in its turbo
installment timelapse.
Seven minutes into the video, the turbo was done installing. The narrator explained the gearing was
shortened, the shocks were upgraded, and the total cost ballooned up to 3000 dollars for the
modification.
We went to a dynamometer to check it out– Me and Bruce.
The engine of the Celica growled menacingly. The horsepower was calculated at 228 horsepower.
Narrator: After installing the turbo, the stock 120 horsepower went up to 228 horsepower.
I knew it was 230, but the dynamometer was not that good in the 70s so the calculations were a bit
off.
"Oohh.. That's really a huge jump." Eric was teasing Kelso. "That's better than the TransAm."
Kelso scoffed and said, "The Trans Am will still win–"
"The TransAm has 180 horsepower, 200 if it was a performance upgrade." Donna cruelly told Kelso.
"The Celica has more power now."
Kelso was aghast and his lips fluttered. "Well. It can still win!" "Want to add to the bet?" I asked
Kelso.
"What?" Kelso asked. "You go first." I told him.
"Alright. If the Celica wins, I will give you… Um… Jackie." "WHAT?!" Jackie was really offended.
"Hell No. That's a punishment, not a prize." "HEY!"
Jackie threw stuff at the both of us. Barbara whispered to me, "Who wins?" "I'm not telling." I
said playfully.
Compared to Donna who were glued, the other girls weren't really interested in the car show.
"Hey, look! It's Hyde!" Fez pointed at the TV.
It was inside the car footage of me testing the car in the quarter mile. I used GoPro for it, so
the footage was quite stable.
Then, I took the car back to the garage, gave it a makeover with the fire paint, and the decals on
the side of the car.
"That looks so cool!" Donna squealed.
"You look very cool when you paint the fire decals Steven." Barbara complimented me. Amy also said,
"Yeah. You look like an artist."
I just smiled at them.
The car show continued and we went to the track. There were a lot of people at the Sunday drag
strip, and the race was done with professional racers.
First, the Celica fought against the Corvette.
The Corvette engine roared beside the Celica, but the Celica wasn't being outdone.
I recorded it to be as cinematic as possible. From the shot of the car front on the racing line,
the wide shot, and the race shot.
I used over 7 cameras for this just to get the shots. It actually looked like a movie.
As the light turned green, the car shot out of the starting line. They started with a similar
speed. However, the Celica's turbo hit, and it left the Corvette behind.
Narrator: "The Corvette has power. But power doesn't matter if you can't use it. In the street, it
might be better, but in a drag race, it will lag behind."
The Corvette clawed back traction halfway down the strip, surging forward with brute force. The
Celica was already ahead.
The camera cut to a side-on shot. The Corvette was closing but not fast enough. The finish line
flashed past. The Celica crossed first.
Inside the basement, Eric slapped the couch. "Yes! I WON!"
Except for him and Donna, everyone bets that the Corvette Stingray would win. I even heard Red
shout loudly from the living room. "DAMN IT!"
"He's watching too huh?" Eric understood why Red was so mad. American made cars just lost to
Japanese cars.
Kelso stared at the screen, offended on a spiritual level. "That's— That's wrong. He fixed the
race!"
Narrator: "The Celica wins by a car length."
The screen froze on the finish. Everyone could see clearly that the Celica was pulling ahead.
The owner of the Corvette laughed as the camera recorded his face. "That Celica's a beast." He
muttered with excitement.
Narrator: Next up, the Trans Am. On paper, this shouldn't work. The Celica could lose.
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The Celica sat low at the line. Small tires. Small engine. Compared to the giant Trans Am beside
it, it looked tiny.
The light went green.
The rear wheels chirped once and the car shot forward immediately, clean and sharp, like it had
been kicked.
Narrator: "The Celica weighs under 2,300 pounds. That's almost a thousand pounds lighter than the
Trans Am."
Narrator: "Shortened gearing means the Celica hits boost almost instantly. There's no waiting for
power like the muscle car."
Inside-car footage showed the tach needle snapping upward. The turbo whistled, high and tight.
Narrator: "The Trans Am has more displacement. But it also has longer gears and more mass to move."
The Trans Am surged but the Celica had already left the line clean. Donna leaned forward. "It
jumped first."
"That's it," Eric said. "It already won."
Narrator: "In a quarter mile, the race is decided in the first sixty feet." The Celica won pretty
cleanly.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Kelso whined. He pointed his finger at me and said, "You're Anti-American.
You're going to get lynched soon."
I grimaced and said, "Just watch."
"I want to change my bet." Kelso said quickly. "He'll win against the Porsche."
"Alright." Eric said casually. "Only Donna said Celica will lose. But the Celica… is a monster."
Eric had truly become a fan of the car. However, the last race was really tight.
Narrator: The Porsche was built for stability. And it also has a Turbo. The Celica's advantage was
non-existence here. However, it's not going down without a fight.
The winner was the Porsche, but it was only by a foot. The race was really close. "ALRIGHT!" Donna
screamed in excitement.
"She's cheating! SHE'S DEFINITELY CHEATING! Damn it! I lost all the bets." Kelso said flatly after
screaming.
Narrator: The TransAm and the Corvette both have stock engines. If I fought against a modded one, I
might not win.
The shot was pulled back into the garage.
Narrator: As an American myself, I am furious that the American cars lost really badly in the race.
Kelso shouted at me, "But You Still Did it!" "Shut up." I grimaced.
Narrator: So that's why, on the next episode, I'm going to work on the TransAm. The shot showed the
TransAm the Celica just fought.
Narrator: The owner sold it to me and wants me to make it so that it can fight against the Celica.
For American Pride. For Burt Reynolds.
I even inserted the bald eagle noise in the background which made people chuckle a bit.
Narrator: "In the next video, I'm going to turn this Trans Am into the fastest Trans Am on the
planet."
My hand pointed at the Nova, the Corolla and the Granada that's stopping the Trans Am from getting
into the bay.
I mentioned casually there, "I'm going to have to sell all the cars I've restored first before doing
it. It's going to be sold in the Red and Son's auto shop lot this Saturday."
I was plugging in the car sales a bit there. The cars have the price tags on the windshield, so the
serious buyers will know what to bring during the sale.
Narrator: I'm going to study the Trans Am for a bit. Be sure to tune in for Episode 3 of the show–
The American's Pride.
The REV IT UP logo came back with the ending music, and it showed it was directed by 'S. Hyde,' and
the people who starred in it. I gave proper credit to the people this time.
It even said it was sponsored by the 'Bruce RockWell', since he paid for everything for the video.
"Hyde, that's awesome!" Donna said excitedly.
Jackie also smiled and said, "You don't show your face much, but you're going to get really popular
here in this town."
Barbara turned to me and fixed her hair, "Hyde. Can I look at your room?" "Sure." I replied easily.
"Ohh, you're going to get some." Eric teased, but that didn't discourage Barbara.
"Wait, you're leaving me alone?" Amy was in disbelief. Fez approached her and said, "We can go to
my room too."
"Ew." Amy exclaimed and left the house. As Barbara and I stood up, Red rushed down the stairs.
"Steven. Wait." He called me.
I turned to him. Red smiled and said, "I heard you plug in my store on TV!"
"It is a public access channel." I said with a smirk. "Maybe 100-200 people watch it."
"Nope." Red said suddenly. "I think a lot of people will watch it. Especially since you turn a
grocery getter into a beast that can fight with a Porsche."
"You're not mad that his car beat the American cars?" Eric asked carefully.
Surprisingly Red was still smiling. "No, since I know he's going to build an American car next."
I was secretly relieved by it. The national pride was really strong at the moment. Kelso was right
before, I could get lynched by making the Celica beats a TransAm.
The American muscle car was the national pride. The Trans Am, even more so. Red said suddenly,
"Jay, the station manager called just now."
"Wait. Really?" Donna was shocked.
Red nodded and said, "10,000 people were watching it. That's a quarter of the Point Place
population."
It was aired to GreenBay too, so the 10,000 was from the 130,000 population. "Are people mad?" Eric
asked with a slightly scared face.
"No, they asked when the TransAm episode was going to air." Red grinned and patted my shoulder,
"Good Job Steven."
…
Inside my room. The wooden panels were painted white so it didn't look gaudy anymore.
I wanted to frame the entire basement, put insulation on, put drywalls, and even the flooring. But
it was a waste of money since I would be leaving once I turned 18 anyway.
"You know, you're the first girl I brought in here." I said, sitting beside Barbara on the bed.
Barbara bounced around and said, "This bed feels really soft."
"Why don't you lay down?" I flirted. "You're going to, later on, anyway." She gasped, slightly
turned on.
"Why are you so sure about that?" She wrapped her arms around my neck and said with a sultry voice.
"Maybe because you already took off your top?" I said and ran my hand on her bare skin.
From her shoulder, down to her chest, and then grabbing her big, supple breast.
She reached her hand under my shirt and pulled it up. I took it off by myself. She pulled me as she
laid on the bed.
"Oh my god, your best is really soft." She exclaimed.
I fondled her breast as I kissed her neck. I slowly moved to her breast and sucked on her nipples.
"Your boobs are also really soft." I muttered and motorboated it a little. She giggled and said,
"Come back and kiss me."
We made out for some time, topless. As my hand slowly reached underneath her waist, she stopped me
and said, "No. Not yet."
"Alright." I replied casually. "But I'll rub it off for you… if you want." "How about, you do mine,
and I do yours?" I offered.
Her eyes glittered, "Really? No one did that before."
"So?" I asked again. She thought about it and said, "O-okay. Let's do it."
I kneeled on the bed as I took off my pants. Barbara took off her skirt, revealing her naked body.
She shaved off her pretty pink pussy, the warm light in my room made it look even prettier.
"Wait a second." I said and walked to the LP player. As I put on an LP, I went back to her.
She took my dick out of the boxer and was slightly surprised. "You're quite big. You're… definitely
the biggest I've ever seen."
Barbara wasn't a virgin, so it made things easier. I fingered her while she stroked my dick.
Her body quivered as she moaned. Her hands even stopped moving sometimes when I teased her. I
kissed her neck, nibbled her ears, and even sucked on her breast.
"I'm… cumming." Her entire body jerked as she reached orgasm. Her feet curled, and she grimaced
with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back a bit as I kissed her.
"I'm not finished yet." I whispered to her.
"Um…" She was hesitating and suddenly laid down on the bed, spreading her legs slightly, "What if…
You put in… just the tips? Do you have a condom?"
"Yeah. I do." I said and put one on. I held her hands in the missionary pose and inserted just the
tip into her wet pussy.
She moaned and squirmed, breathing heavily as I moved it a little. "Just.. just do it." She gave up
after a few minutes of teasing.
I thrust my hips and pushed my cock all the way in. Her eyes rolled back as the tip hit her cervix.
"Steven~ Steven~ Oh my god!" She moaned in pleasure, her skin glistened with sweat. I continued
pounding her, even jackhammering her until I came in the condom.
As I slowed down and pulled it out, she smiled and rubbed the dick slightly. "Did you enjoy that?"
She asked.
"I'll tell you once I'm done." I replied as I changed the condom.
"Wait, you want to go again?" She was stunned. She bit her lower lips and said, "I think I'm really
going to enjoy it tonight."
We did it for two hours before I sent her back home. She was quite adorable when she slept leaning
on my shoulder in the car.
…
The next day in school.
"Steven Hyde, the principal is calling for you." A student told me.
Donna and Eric heard it. "Huh? Why?" Donna asked, but the student just shrugged.
I went to the principal's office casually and knocked on the door. Inside, the principal, Red, Mrs
Ling, and my homeroom teacher Mr Calhan were there.
"Principal Pridewell." I greeted.
"Mr Hyde, please have a seat." The old man with a head full of hair ordered sternly. "Red, what's
going on?" I asked.
"I don't know." Red told me with an angry face. "Did you make trouble?" I remembered the fireworks,
but I shrugged, pretending innocence.
"Mr Forman. The reason we're calling you here is because of Mr Hyde's test scores." Mr Pridewell
took out my report card.
'No wonder everyone else got it but not me.' I thought. He slid the report card to Red.
English – 92% (A+) Mathemetic – 100% (A+) History – 32% (F) Biology – 98% (A+) Chemistry – 93% (A+)
Spanish– 85% (A)
"Oh Steven. You did good." Red looked at the report card without thinking much. "So what's the
problem?" He asked the principal.
"This is his test result last semester." The Principal slid another report card to Red. English 60%
(B)
Mathematic 15% (F)
History – 54% (C-) Biology – 51 %(C-) Chemistry - (47%) (D+) Spanish – 62% (B)
"There's massive improvement. But why is your history test so low?" Red looked at me skeptically.
I shrugged, "I don't know."
"Mr Forman, the test result is highly suspicious. We have no other choice but to assume he's
cheating." The principal said firmly.
Red's gaze turned scary. "He's cheating you say? Or maybe, it's because he has proper guidance now,
and has good people around him. Maybe that too, unleashed his full potential."
"I agree." Mrs Ling interjected. "I think Steven's potential has been hidden all of these years–"
"Shut up Ling." The principal stopped her. "When I want you to talk, then I'll ask you."
Mrs Ling bit her lips in frustration. The principal was especially misogynistic so he put her down
quickly.
"If he truly is a good student now, then, you don't mind doing a retest, don't you Mr Hyde?" He
said authoratively.
Red interjected, "Look. He didn't cheat on the test. I know, since I saw him study."
"If he didn't take the test, I'll throw out his results, and give him zero on all the tests." The
principal put his foot down.
Before Red could get mad, I smirked slightly and said, "I don't mind taking a retest."
"Steven. He's doubting your integrity. As a man–"
Before Red could lecture me, I said, "But, what if I got 100% on all the tests. Does that mean I'm
really smart now?"
The principal was taken aback by my confidence and said, "Well. If you truly aced everything, then,
we will let it be bygones."
"No. That's not enough." I told him, slightly crossing his legs. He narrowed his eyes and said,
"You don't get to decide what's enough."
Red interjected, saying dangerously. "And you don't get to decide who's a cheater and who's not
without any evidence."
The principal gulped his saliva slightly. He didn't go to war, but Red did. Red's gaze carried a
trace of bloodlust, which made the principal shrink back.
"What do you want?" the principal asked me. "I want an apology." I replied.
He nodded and said, "That's fair–"
"Not to me. To her." I pointed at Mrs Ling. "Wait, me?" She was confused. Even Red reacted the same
way.
"To her?" The principal was taken aback.
I nodded and said, "You shut her down in a very misogynistic way."
"Miso– Miso-what?" The principal had never heard it before so he didn't even know what misogynistic
means.
"It means you're being really sexist. Putting her down. Not using her test paper for the test.
Instead, you grabbed a bad test paper from another school." I said casually, with an evil smile on
my face.
"So, if I get 100%, you'll stop doing that to her. Since she's the only teacher I respect in this
school, you're going to respect her too."
Red was really astonished when he saw my domineering look. The principal realized I was being
serious and he coughed slightly.
"I can consider it."
"No, decide. Right now. Retest and apologize, or you can fail me. I don't really care about the
test. I[m not going to college anyway." I leaned back and crossed my legs.
The principal bit his finger and tapped his foot. He looked at Mrs Ling more than he looked at me.
"Alright. We'll do it. But I'm only going to apologize if you got 100% in all the papers. I'll be
watching you the entire time and grade your test on the spot."
"Sure. Let's do it."
The internet had returned, and I could use it the entire day now. I was afraid of doing this
retest.
Red stayed in school to make sure the teachers didn't cheat. He watched the principal carefully,
ensuring he didn't tell the teachers anything that could influence the grading.
I did the retest alone in the gym. I finished the math test in 10 minutes. Biology in 15 minutes.
Chemistry in 15 minutes. History in 20 minutes. English in 25 minutes since it has an essay. And
Spanish in 10 minutes.
It didn't take long for me to answer everything. The teachers graded it on the spot. "Mathematics.
Full mark." Mrs Ling said.
Mr Clark, the English teacher said, "Good Job Steven. 100%."
Mr Perkins, the history teacher grinned and said, "100% on The History of the United States. It's
been forever since a student got full marks."
My homeroom teacher, Calhan, said, "Biology. 100%." he didn't dare to look at the principal.
Spanish, 100%. Chemistry 100%.
The principal's face turned paler and paler. "Alright. I'll apologize." He finally gave up.
"Good. You've saved yourself from getting the ass kicking of your life." Red laughed slightly.
The principal froze in fear.