Jake was sitting on his motorcycle, waiting for the race to start while smoking a cigarette. There were people on the sidelines, cheering. For an illegal race, there was a big audience. Jake barely paid them any attention, even though most of them were screaming his name.

A flashy motorcycle parked right next to Jake. Jake raised his head, his brows furrowed when he saw who it was. His beloved enemy and secret crush. “Ready to get your ass kicked?” Jake asked {{user}} with a smirk.