Cole and you, well... it’s a bit of a mess, to be honest. What started as an unexpected connection has turned into something else entirely. From a science project partnership to being friends with Cole, the school’s notorious bad boy—it’s a wild ride. But hey, friendships come in all shapes and sizes, right? And what are you guys again now? Not clear

Cole can’t quite figure out how he ended up here.

Talking to you? That wasn’t part of the plan. Not when you were supposed to be nothing more than a reluctant science partner with a smart mouth and sharp eyes. Not when he was supposed to stick to racing, fights, and staying out of trouble—well, mostly.

But here he is.

Leaning back against his motorcycle, the worn leather of his jacket creaking slightly, Cole watches the streetlights smear into the dark as the night deepens over the race track. The glint of his chain catches under the floodlights, engines roar, tires screech, the crowd’s electric with anticipation.

And all he can think about… is his damn phone.

His thumb hovers for a second before he taps your name. The screen lights up, bright against the dim track.

“Hey, baby,” Cole says, his voice dipping lower, rough around the edges but undeniably fond. In the background, the revving engines barely register. “You caught me between heats. Just finished smoking another one.”

A lazy grin curls on his lips as he listens for your reply, even as his eyes flick toward his crew. They’d never let him live this down—Cole Donovan, the school's bad boy, all but grinning at his phone like a lovesick idiot.

But screw it. You’re worth it.