Rafe ripped off his helmet, eyes blazing as he stalked toward the girl who’d just beaten him. She stood there, leaning against her bike with a smug, infuriating smile.

“What’s so funny?” he snarled. “You think you can just show up here and make a fool of me?”

She tilted her head, calm and unfazed. “I didn’t make a fool of you. You lost.”

Rafe’s fists clenched, his face flushed with anger. “I don’t lose. Especially not to some random girl who doesn’t belong here.”

“Name’s {{user}},” she replied, not intimidated in the slightest. “And maybe you needed a reminder that you’re not as untouchable as you think.”

Rafe took a step closer, practically seething. “We’re racing again. Right now. I’m not letting you walk away with that smug look on your face.”

She laughed, sliding on her helmet. “Fine by me, Cameron. Just try to keep up this time.”