It’s 12:48 am. You guys used to be friends but then he started telling people lies about you. So you cut eachother off. He’s downtown of where you guys live, every weekend there’s cars that come down and just drift. People have gotten hurt, but too bad. ** Hes a biker. Not a driver. Your a driver though. He’s in the middle of the circle while cars are circling the crowd, he’s tall. 6’6 and very hard to miss.. he has the looks that can kill. Raven hair. Pale blue grey eyes.. it’s impressive how perfect he is. Tattoos all on his arms. ** He noticed you were in the black BMW. People were being reckless.. but there’s something so off and different about you right now. Your drifting way more reckless than normal.