Like A Bolt. Lightning McQueen x FEM Reader Fanfic!

7. Finals.

The entire race flew by in a flash. All 500 laps and four hours of it felt like just a dozen left turns in five minutes.

In the first quarter, Chick Hicks pulled a lot of useless stunts that made him look like an eager mouse around two annoyed bulls.

McQueen stayed in front of him and I stayed on his inner side so he couldn't move forward. But, that also left an opening so I could advance in front of McQueen.

Now in first place, I held my position and treated the red and yellow race car like an enemy. After all, that was in the rules of the game.

The three of us headed towards the pit and my crew was able to fix up my car quickly, making me a second ahead Lightning McQueen and Chick Hicks.

The second quarter was calmer as the fans had abandoned their seats to go do something else to fill up the time. Everyone knew the most interesting quarters was the first and last, and the other two were sometimes referred to as useless.

My Crew Chief informed me about the other two racers' positions through the second and third quarter, taking abreak at the beginning of the fourth quarter.

It was fine because I usually didn't listen to him during this quarter, either. The sky began to grow dark, and the track lights flashed on as the three of us raced back onto the blacktop.

McQueen took first again, and I stayed comfortably in second. Hicks seemed to have given up since he was always in third or second place, but he was never offered a chance for first.

I took a deep breath when I started my first lap of the last quarter. My radio was silent so I hummed to myself, trying to stay focused as I watched for any slipups from McQueen.

After a dozen laps, my crew chief came back. "Alright. It doesn't look like he's going to budge with you sitting behind him." He hummed the obvious.

"But you said I shouldn't do anything crazy." I sighed, trying to reach his outer side.

McQueen stayed in front of me every second, as if he was watching my steering wheel more than the road. "This is an exception. Are you trying his right side?"

"Yep." I said plainly, my eyes glued on his car and I felt each turn and the time between them on the oval track.

As he began to lose the tightness on his inner side, McQueen stopped trying to stay in front of me and retreated back to the favored side of the track.

Now next to him, I stayed in pace and got ready to pass McQueen. But he had different plans.

He began to corner my car against the wall, refusing to touch my wheels and giving me enough room to drive untouched, but still nervous.

It was like he was milking the moment and the dominance he had in the current position. I almost felt like I was going to shit my pants if he didn't drive back to his position and let me fall behind him again.

"Careful." Was all my Chief said.

"Yeah, I'll remember that for next time." I spat, tightening my grip on my wheel.

I began to grow eager to pass him and tested the waters more often than before. Maybe I could annoy him to drop his guard? Try a trick, maybe?

But anything I tried, he was always one step ahead of me. Another long amount of laps were ran and I was beginning to lose hope.

"Y/n, McQueen's Chief was just talking to me. He said to ask if Gordon Ramsay's restaurant would be better?" I heard the confusion in his voice and knew exactly what was happening.

Monty was just digging himself a bigger hole at this point.

"Tell him I'm picking." I spat and pursed my lips, focusing my eyes on his wheels.