"Speed" (Skephalo Racer AU)

[ Part 3 ]

★ : I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update 😭 I had some health issues related to my eye and I couldn't use my gadget for a few days. Then school started last week (orientation), and the actual classes just commenced this week and I got pretty busy eufhsjd but anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy it! It's the most lengthiest part/chapter I've ever written hehe :3

⚠️ ALSO WARNING : panic attack, mention of kn1ves, violence ⚠️

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"Dang it!" Bad yells in anger as he smashes his fists onto the table—hitting the keyboard in the process. However, even if he had almost broken his expensive set-up, he could really care less about it right now. Not when he can hear a certain raven-haired screaming in triumph in his earphones, making him groan louder and bury his face in his hands. He was so irritating, the brunette thought.

But he suddenly feels shivers go down his spine when he hears the other man laugh, and heat rises to his cheeks. Why am I feeling like this?! He tightens his grip.

Since the qualifying round a few days ago, Bad has been feeling odd and giddy. And suddenly, everything the raven-haired did was so breathtaking—Literally. After the qualifying round, he and Skeppy went to eat at the same cafe they first met accidentally a few weeks back, and majority of the time, the brunette ended up holding his breath whenever the man chuckled and grinned, and he had no idea why until now.

Although, deep down, he had a small hunch as to what it was. But he wanted to push those thoughts away—not wanting to dig deeper on those skeptical feelings.

He assumed those feelings were just another level of frustration and loath for Skeppy. But, did that mean he genuinely felt hatred over the raven-haired? No, because even though he was doubtful of those feelings, he knew for a fact that he never hated the young racer.

(I hope that made sense HWJDJJW 😭)

But enough with these thoughts. He still needed to deal with this muffin head.

With a grit to his teeth, he retracted his hands away from his face and landed one hand gently on the keyboard, and the other on the mouse. "Ugh, you are being so annoying right now," he huffs with great annoyance but it only made Skeppy's laugh grow louder. That was it. Bad, without even a moment of hesitation, left the call and immediately slouched back. He was already feeling a surge of multiple emotions and thoughts swarm over him, and right now, Skeppy's teasing was only making feel more overwhelmed.

He directs his right hand to his forehead and he begins to massage it in hopes it'll ease his mind. He does this for a few minutes, closing his eyes and sorting out his thoughts accordingly, until he suddenly jolts in surprise when he feels the vibration of his phone. He flutters his eyes open and he slowly guides his hand to his pocket, pulling it out and blinking at the screen. He squints his eyes, wondering who could be calling him at this moment. It was Foolish, a fellow racer on his team! He quickly sat up and answered the phone.

"Foolishhhh," he groans, drawing out his name. Out of all of the people Bad considered as friends, Foolish was his closest.

Their friendship was brought to life when his manager introduced a new racer that would be working alongside him during auto races.

Most of the time, it would often be Foolish initiating the conversations. But since they would be working together for quite some time, the brunette decided that it would be a good idea if he knew who he was working with. So, Bad would commence the conversation here and there, though still not as often as the other man.