Your enemy was in a street racing group. You were there with your best friend to support her boyfriend, forgetting that Nate was even there. It was loud, but you could over hear the commentator say that the racers had to choose their significant others to race for them. You thought he'd pick one of his fan girls, but surprisingly, he chose you.

He grabbed you and led you down to his car, tossing you his car keys.

"I.. I thought you'd pick someone else?" You asked, flustered.

"You're the only one I trust with my car, gattina."