ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀs - 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

[2] kyle larson ✗

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( 8/18/18 ) monster race
@ Bristol

you push your foot down harder onto the gas pedal, your black Chevy Camaro accelerating faster. your hands start to get clammy, tightening the grip on your steering wheel as your heart pounded quickly in your chest. you was so close to passing Kurt Busch, you could take home the win, finally win your first ever short track race.

"18 is coming up behind you very fast"

at the words of your spotter, Jared Dane, you glance up to your review mirror to see Kyle Busch getting closer and closer to your car, his wrecked car nearly touching yours. you were astonished how quickly and how he managed to catch up to be in third place, especially after he caused a bad accident —which you were nearly caught in, during the second lap.

you've been racing for three years, your father being a well known racer and helped you become one, just like him. you're at the top, one of the best like Kyle Busch. and because of that, you guys always clash heads and never gotten along. you've won more times then he had, so his hatred for you is beyond the universe.

you look up at the mirror again, noticing your boyfriend of two years riding up on Busch's ass, trying to get him to swerve just for you to win. Kyle Larson never won a short track until last night during the xfinity race, but he wants you to win your first short track tonight. the love you two have for each other, is so strong you would do anything for each other.

you focus your attention onto the road, occasionally jerking the wheel every few moments to keep the car in line. you look up once more, seeing Martin Truex Jr. passing up your boyfriend and Kyle Busch. you press down harder onto the gas pedal, nearly tapping Kurt Busch's car.

Truex comes up from besides you, and you both fight for second place. just then, you felt your car get pushed up foreword. your eyes widen and your heart thumps faster as your car stars to spin out of control. you struggle to gain control of the wheel, having no luck as your car spirals down into the wall causing your body to jerk forward. at groan escapes your lips as the car bounces off the wall, crashing right into Truex's car causing him to spin into another racer who managed to catch up.

"Hang on! Hang on y/n!"

You could hear your crew chief shouting at you to hang on as your car spiraled out of control, but you don't pay attention, your attention focused onto your car banging into the walls. Right as you thought the worst was over, another car slams into you, Truex's car. you both slid across the track, sparks flying and one of Truex's tire rolling off. finally when the cars came to a stop, your body was hurting, your head pounding from banging against your padded helmet and your left leg from being tossed around like a rag doll.

"baby? baby, are you okay?"

you nod her head gently, but immediately stopping and releasing a hiss of pain. "im fine Kyle, don't worry about me. get the win, get the win for us." your words came out slightly cracked, your throat raw from the lack of water the last three hours. you were so focused on getting the win, you forgot to drank water. Kyle sighs, but continues to pass you up, driving carefully though, to make sure he doesn't hit you or anyone helping you.

"y/n, you okay?"

your eyes shut tightly from the sharp pain in your left leg and the pounding in your head. "I'm fine, Roger." you gasp out to the man who owns Team Penske, your team.