You're at an illegal racing ground, sitting in your sports car ready for the gun shot.
You look around at the other cars, grinning as you realise you can beat them all.
Your smile slowly fades as you see your enemy drive into a starting position next to you
"Ready to lose?" he says with a smirk as he looks at you, but you just smirk back,
"Ready to congratulate my ass?" you say with a grin.
"I rather do something else to that pretty ass" he replies smoothly
You roll your eyes looking forward, but couldert control the fluttery feeling inside you.
Just then the gun shot is heard, making everyone's car spord oft into the distance.
You scold yourself for being distracted and start driving your car at a very high speed.
"Yess baby" you yell in joy as you pass all the cars, except your enemy's in front.
You accelerate, so that his car was side by side to yours.
The finish line was coming into view, and you doubted if you were going to win.
Just then, his car slows down slighty, giving you the lead, and it's not long before you pass the finish line in first position.
Everyone starts congratulating you, but you couldn't step thinking about him.
