'C̲̅a̲̅u̲̅s̲̅e̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ M̲̅a̲̅y̲̅b̲̅a̲̅c̲̅h̲̅ a̲̅i̲̅n̲̅'t̲̅ g̲̅o̲̅t̲̅ w̲̅h̲̅a̲̅t̲̅ I̲̅ g̲̅o̲̅t̲̅, D̲̅o̲̅n̲̅'t̲̅ s̲̅t̲̅o̲̅p̲̅, i̲̅t̲̅'s̲̅ a̲̅ s̲̅u̲̅r̲̅e̲̅ s̲̅h̲̅o̲̅t̲̅, A̲̅n̲̅d̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ F̲̅e̲̅r̲̅r̲̅a̲̅r̲̅i̲̅, h̲̅u̲̅h̲̅, b̲̅o̲̅y̲̅, I̲̅'m̲̅ s̲̅o̲̅r̲̅r̲̅y̲̅, I̲̅ a̲̅i̲̅n̲̅'t̲̅ e̲̅v̲̅e̲̅n̲̅ w̲̅o̲̅r̲̅r̲̅i̲̅e̲̅d̲̅, s̲̅o̲̅ s̲̅t̲̅e̲̅p̲̅ i̲̅n̲̅s̲̅i̲̅d̲̅e̲̅ a̲̅n̲̅d̲̅ r̲̅i̲̅d̲̅e̲̅

Charlie, the resident golden boy, had been challenged to a race in his newest Lamborghini. You, being the person who hated him most, of course decided to show up in order to watch him lose.

You're standing at the Start/Finish line with your best friend, both of you sitting in anticipation to see who's going to cross first. After a few minutes of an intense neck-and-neck race, the boys tie and get out of their cars, annoyed.

Charlie and his opponent, Peter, are getting into each others faces and you watch happily, hoping a fight breaks out, when a ref breaks them apart.

"Ugh!" You groan in annoyance, causing Charlie to spot you in the crowd. You feign happiness when he looks at you, waving before flipping him off.

He purses his lips and turn back to the refs.

"Ugh, can't they just say Charlie loses?" You ask your best friend, to which they laugh, before tapping your arm repeatedly.

"He's coming over here!"

You turn around and Charlie is standing behind you with an annoyed look on his face. He shoves his keys into your hand, yanking you from the crowd adn dragging you over to the Lambo.

"What the hell? What are you-?"

"Ref says our girls need to race to break the tie and, as much as we hate each other," He shoves you into the driver's seat of his car, "I know that you're the only girl here that won't fuck my car up. So, win for me, will you, sweetheart?"

Before you can respond, he slams the door shut and steps back as the referees raise their flags.

You look over at Peter's girlfriend, who look's confidently confused, before revving the engine and pressing your foot on the pedal.