Two racers in Tokyo get into a fake relationship, to keep the one thing that connects them away. Tom's ex and Jordan's cousin, Maria.
To be honest, they hate each other, but it seemed to be the only way out.
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"No, Jordan, don't cry." Tom speaks softly. "It's okay, my love." I look at him, "I feel so dirty." "I know, come on." He says and helps me off the barstool and takes my hand. Tom leads me up to the bathroom, where I go inside. I guess my make up is ruined. "I'll wait outside, just call if you need me."
I walk over to the sink and rest my hands on it, I just let everything out. Every tear that built up over the last years. I haven't cried in so long. All this time I thought I was untouchable, even before the thing with Tom. Being untouchable was my Trademark. Now I feel like a Little kid again. Like the little kid that got abused by her own father. In every way you can imagine. After a while of crying I found makeup wipes and just take it off completely. Then I walk out of the bathroom, just to find out that Tom really waited the whole time. "You really waited?" "Of course, I may be a asshole to you but I'm not a monster. I'm not gonna leave you alone now." "Thank you.." "Not for that, Love." I nearly cry again, but for a different reason. He's being genuinely sweet to me. "Not again," he says softly and pulls me into a hug. "I don't care if we're just faking a relationship or not, but I won't let anyone touch you again. Okay? Never again."
"Do you want to go home?" Tom asks, while we're still hugging. I nod. "Alright, let's go." He says and takes my hand again. On our way out, a few people came up to me and apologized for the guy and said that they feel bad for me. John too, "If you want to press charges, please tell me and I'll do it for you." "Do you want to, baby?" Tom asks. I sniff and think for a second, "Yeah."
Tom opens the car door for me and closes it once I sit in the car. On the ride to my home, he rests his hand on my thigh. Squeezing it from time to time. "I really don't want to leave you alone now, though." He says as we pull up at my apartment complex. "You can come inside..." "That's such nonsense, you would never say anything like that. That's the alcohol and your trauma speaking, love." "It's telling the truth. I mean my apartment isn't a villa like yours but.." "Obviously.." he mumbles. I glare at him and get out of the car. "Jordan!" "Yeah?" "Are you sure you want to stay here?" "Yeah, it's gonna be fine." "And are you gonna be fine?" "I think so..." I say and walk to the door. But change my mind when I unlocked it because I'm headed back to his car, "I don't think so, can you come inside?" "I can." He says and parks his car, then comes up to the door where I'm waiting. "If you judge my home again, you can go straight to your home." I say as we walk into my apartment. "I won't, Jordan."
