Lightning McQueen x Reder

Chapter 1 - Senior Year

It's the first day of September, which means the beginning of the new school year. The summer comes to an end and fall is only a few weeks away. I stare out the window of my first period class. I think about the summer as my teacher talks about what is going to happen this semester.

I adjust my wipers and start to mindlessly take notes. I start sketching a picture and notice it has a striking resemblance to one car in particular.

Jackson Storm.

Storm and I have had an on again off again romance. Every time we talk to each other, the sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Jackson Storm was my hallway crush in 9th and 10th grade. Only in 11th grade did we actually start talking. We are not an official couple but we are kind of a thing. We’ve hooked up a few times, never got past third base though, don’t want any pregnancy scares lol.

The bell rings and I stretch my tires and I make my way to my second period class. I’ve always been a straight A student, so I don’t doubt I’ll get into my dream University. I want to be a car lawyer in the car court of law. My dream University is Carvard, which has the best law program in the world.

After my second period class, I head to the cafeteria and sit down with some of my friends. 

“Ugh, the freshmen are so cringe, they always getting in the way,” My friend Carla complains. I take out my synthetic blend motor oil box and put the straw in.

“Think about it this way, it's the last year you’ll have to deal with them,” I say as I stretch my wheels.

“Yeah I guess, anyways, what's happening between you and Storm?” she smirks, sucking hard on her motor oil box.

“I’ve said this before, There's nothing going on between me and Storm,” I defend myself, but deep down I know my pussy yearns for him.

“Mhm, of course,” She doesn’t believe me. I take out a sandwich from my lunch bag and start eating it. All of a sudden, this hot race car rolls into the cafeteria with two girls trailing behind him giggling. I can't help but notice his well constructed frame and perfect paint job. His shiny red paint sparkles in the LED lights hanging from the ceiling.

I gulp as he drives past my table, my eyes following him as he drives to his own table. The way his wheels move across the ground makes my tail lights tickle.

“Oh please don’t tell me you're getting hard over a freshman,” Carla rolls her car eyes at me. Oil rushes to my car cheeks.

“N-no! Of course not!” I stutter. I look back at Carla to see a smirk on her face.

“Well you better put your lady boner away because Storm is coming right over here.”