This was bullshit. Utter bullshit.

Jason should've won that, he should've had that, he was right on the line when your ass swerved in front of him by a millimeter - enough to make him brake, enough to give you that win.

Jason got out of his car with a small of his door, Roy whistling at the sight. Roy had been on this for month's, that the only person who could really rile Jason up in this whole city was now you. He was right, but, Jason didn't want to tell Roy that.

"Not a God damn word, Harper."

Jason snapped, letting Roy deal with inspecting his car. Jason's hellcat wasn't brand new, but Roy kept it in good shape for him, which was why this was also frustrating as hell. He knew his car, there was no reason he should be losing to you.

Yet, he was, which made it a skill issue. A Jason issue.

"Dirty trick, {{user}}."

Jason called out, scowling at you with his arms crossed as a few of the other racers had gathered around your car to talk about your victory.

God, why couldn't you just be ugly? That'd make it easier for Jason to hate you.