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I lost.
I fucking lost?!
To her.
I did not realize I had 3 other racers along ever since I found her over Take me. In that damn car. Which belongs to Drake.
Which reminds me. Where is that motherfu- right his sticking up to her.
I walk over to Ryan who was sulking next to his Ferrari as he lost right along side me. That should have been me.
Curse the gods. It hits now I never lost a damn race never. I clenched and unclenched my fists as I lean on the Ferrari next to Ryan. Who rubs a frustrated hand through his dark hair. I watched ahead not wanting to mirror his agony of loss which is wiping over me.
"Not in the crowd Gray?" Ryan speaks up "Oh right. Fucks sake you lost-" he whistled nudging me. "Unbelievable mate"
"Oh fuck off- says the one who lost the second time this week" I hit the jack pot. He glares at me. I've known Ryan for quite a while. He's a great racer. All five us are. I know Drake longer while I met Ryan, Blair and Chase at the these races for the first time two years ago.
My eyes roam around till I spot Blair groan at something Chase asked before turning around and walking over to Drake and Her.
Makes me wonder who they are to each other. Curious like reading my mind Ryan pulls me along to the group. Drake laughed at something Blair said and sherolls her eyes. Since I still haven't figured out her name. I'm definitely not calling her a winner.
"Ay! Mates glad you two finally decided to get out of sorrow" Drake comments with a smirk made me give Him a Glare as he just raised a brow at me. Cleary this Blonde was intrigued by my loss. Something he's not gonna stop teasing me about anytime soon.
Drake is an incredible Racer, Though like I said I never lost, it would be an understatement for my good old friend. It's either him or me winning. Mostly me.
"Figured, why to sorrow when we have a beautiful young winner to meet" Ryan Grins as he as walks over to the group. I find miss winner looking Over at me. That's when I saw her evenly. She had dark Hazel eyes shown in the brightness of the street. I've noticed them before we started the race. The way she looked at me then. Was completely different from how she's looking at me right now.
Like she would rip me apart. But at the same time take her time with it.
She Snapped those hazel eyes at Ryan who just openly flirted with her, taking her hand and gently kissing the top of it. Such a fucking flirt.
"Guys meet Scarlett, our very winner of tonight-"
"You don't need to keep implying she's the winner Drake" I cut him off. Even though I got to know her name.
