Rival Lovers

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Chapter 8: Racing tempers

"Oh, hell no! That's the dickhead that ran me over!"

Tilly shouted, pointing an angry and directed finger straight at Jay. Both Lucas and I gasped, spinning around to look at him.

Jay's face was already twisted in frustration, and he jabbed a finger right back at Tilly.

"You're the dumbass that walked in front of my car!"

"Excuse me?" Tilly snapped, her eyes blazing. "You were the one speeding like a maniac! What did you think was going to happen!"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe that the track wouldn't have some drunk idiot stumbling around in the middle of it?" Jay shot back, his voice rising.

"Drunk or not, you nearly flattened me! And you had the nerve to get mad at me?"

Tilly countered, crossing her arms with a defiant glare.

Lucas glanced at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "This is better than I thought. Maybe you should've brought popcorn."

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a smile as the argument escalated. "Not helping, Lucas."

"Just calling it like I see it,"

he replied, clearly relishing the chaos. "And by the way, this is why you shouldn't play matchmaker."

Jay and Tilly continued to hurl insults at each other, their voices blending into the music and the hum of the party around us.

Finally, I interjected — standing in-between the two like a impatient mother ready to lecture her kids — But secretly, I was just nosey and eager to find out what the fuck they were on about.

"What the fuck are you two talking about? You ran Tilly over? Tilly, you walked into his car?! Someone explain to me what the hell happened!"

I demanded, looking between their furious faces.

Tilly threw her hands up in exasperation. "Okay, listen—yes, I was drunk. But I didn't just walk into his car! I stumbled, and he—"

"She stumbled right onto the middle of the track while I was going 80 miles per hour,"

Jay interrupted, his eyes narrowing at Tilly.

"And I managed to stop before I completely ran her over, but I did bump into her. And then, instead of a thank you, she chewed me out like I was some kind of reckless idiot."

"You are a reckless idiot!" Tilly snapped, pointing a finger in his face. "And you yelled at me like it was my fault! Who the hell races in the middle of the city anyway?"

"Who the hell drinks so much that they wander into a racetrack?" Jay shot back, his tone mocking.

"I saved your life, and all you did was scream at me."

I glanced back and forth between them, trying to piece it together. "So let me get this straight... You," I pointed at Jay, "were speeding down a track. And you," I turned to Tilly, "decided it was a great time for a midnight stroll right in front of his car?"