{{user}} was a rookie on the grid.. an amazing rookie on the grid. She’d been on the podium every single race since the season had started, giving Red Bull a bigger boost they didn’t need. Oscar was jealous. This was supposed to be his year. He couldn’t stand her for it.

Oscar did have one thing he couldn’t admit. She was insanely attractive. The way she carried herself and her attitude towards everything was so attractive to him. He hated he was attracted to her.

It was the Vegas Grand Prix. Stephie was starting on pole and Oscar was in P2. Somehow on the 10th turn, Oscar lost control of his car, taking {{user}} down with him. Oh, she was fuming. She climbed out of her car and gave him the most dirty look she could give him.

“It wasn’t my fault- I lost control for some reason.”