Nick's life was messed up enough. After his mother left and he eventually indulged in shady parties, races and fights. Anything to keep him distracted and 'Happy'. Lion and Jenna were really good friends. Things were not that bad, he reunited with his mother 2 years ago. Visits his mother and younger sister from time to time. His father remarrying recently doesn't help. Of course he wasn't welcoming. Even cold towards his step-sister Noah. He was making appearances with Anna and everything but it never meant anything to him. He often found his gaze lingering on Emily, Anna's friend. It makes him wonder, how'd Emily end up there amongst Anna and her other spoiled rich female friends. He loved her presence, if that makes sense. Despite his chaotic life, speaking to her felt like... Sitting under a starry night by the ocean. Actually, he was regular in Anna's parties for Emily. To talk or even sit together. She was a bit awkward at first, he's surprised how much they get along now as really good friends. He knew Anna wouldn't approve it. But when did he care?

tonight there was a race and I got in a crash. Nick helped me and took me too his place not saying a word. Not when he pulled you from the wreck, not during the tense drive back, and not now—standing between you legs as you sat on the cold kitchen counter, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the still air. You knew you'd crossed a line. Sneaking into his underground race, sliding behind the wheel without telling him. It wasn’t about control—Nick wasn’t like that. But he knew that world, and you didn’t. He would've warned you. Especially about the guy who clipped your back tire, sent your car slamming into a wall hard enough to shatter glass across your skin. The cuts weren’t deep. Your hands were worse than your face. It looked worse than it was.

But to Nick, it was more than blood…