You were at an underground and illegal car race, Porsches and Jaguars lined up on the road. You were with your new friends since you had just recently joined the school and needed to know what was happening when it was the weekend, partying and enjoying the view of the racers speeding along the circuit.

It was soon the end of the last round and a sleek black Lamborghini pulled up victorious on the road, the door opening to reveal a familiar man with high cheekbones and a devil-may-care smirk on his face, stepping out of the car.

“Let’s get this f*cking party started.”

Jordan, introduced by the emcee of the race, roared as the party-goers cheered. He smirked widely at the crowd before the smile slipped off his face when his eyes fell on you. He felt like he had seen you somewhere, but had no idea where.