𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 ⁽ ᶜᵃˡᵘᵐ ʰᵒᵒᵈ ⁾

III.

( chapter three : i'd go gay for calum )

it was a late, cold friday night and if naya had any control over her decisions, she'd be sat under her blankets watching fight club for six hundredth time, munching on some cookies that she'd stolen from nimra's personal shelf.

but fate wasn't so kind to the barmaid, who had found herself at an illegal race track with a bunch of scary, and perhaps psychotic gamblers who'd rather watch a dangerous race and place bets, that would usually end in conflict and blood.

ashton said that it wasn't always that bad, but he 'can't make any promises about tonight'. the guy wasn't that bad. for a guy that owned an illegal race track, naya thought he was exceptionally sweet. then again, naya was a very trusting person.

"it's gonna be especially bad tonight blue," ashton told her. "that's why i called nimra. we haven't had an official challenge in a while and—"

"don't call her that!" michael yelled from the other side of the room.

"what? blue?"

"that's what i call her, punk!"

"did you just call me a punk?"

"depends? d'you feel like a punk, punk?"

"i will not hesitate to shove this flag up your—"

"shut it—" nimra cut in, pulling her long hair into a ponytail, before letting it drop back down into its natural waves. she nodded to naya, who was sat on the armchair, hugging her knees to her chest. "—both of you. you're scaring her."

michael scoffed, taking a sip of his beer. "she lives with you and luke, she's used to people fighting."

"he's got a point y'know," ashton pointed out.

"that—" nimra's cheeks heated up. "that's got—it's not the same as—"

"they're right," naya piped up, giggling lightly. she was beginning to feel a little more comfortable around these strange boys. boys that nimra and luke apparently knew so well.

the girl was still coming to terms with all of that. the fact that this track existed, that the job she'd never had the balls to ask nimra about was here, as ashton's assistant and even a flag-girl. what she definitely wasn't ready to accept was that luke used to be a racer, well before she'd met him. luke. soft, cuddly, grayson loving luke.

ashton had mentioned another racer, cam or something, who was also a good friend of theirs. apparently, he was the best racer they had, and his last-minute race was the reason she was now sat in this makeshift office with ashton, michael and nimra.

nimra was playing with her hair in front of the mirror, getting ready to announce the race.

michael was drinking his beer, arguing with ashton, who was stressing over his friends race.