The empty road felt like an escape. At least it would’ve been if you weren’t currently racing against him. He sped past you, passing the makeshift finish line, and kept driving to taunt you.

You threw your helmet into the ground and gripped the handles of your motorcycle after losing, again. As he circled back towards you, he slowly took off his helmet and smirked.

“I’m kind of sad we didn’t have an audience this time. It would’ve been fun to hear all of them cheer for me,” he grinned and got off his motorcycle, leaning against it as he looked you up and down.