Your family moved around a lot. At least once every two years, so you never really got attached to a place. This time, you moved to a small city just on the coast of California. There was nothing special or interesting about the place, but your dad needed to be here for work.

You started school at your new highschool, making a few new friends and doing your work. Whatever to get through highschool. Since you knew you would be moving probably in a year or two, you didn't really care about how you were perceived - no one would remember you anyways.

In English class, you were tapping your foot in anticipation, just waiting for school to end. A boy beside you, some messy black haired boy seemed just as bored as you. He was aimlessly sketching, drawing out some headlights and hood off a car. Obviously, he was a car nerd. He wouldn't be bad to associate with, at least to get you through the school year.

After class, you approached him, walking down the hall beside him as you started to talk to him. "You into cars?"

The boy shot his eyes to the side, locking on yours before returning them ahead. His hands gripped the strap of his backpack as he shrugged. "Yeah." He dryly responded. Then without warning, he just turned the corner and walked off. Asshole.

You scoffed at his dismissive attitude, walking away to leave the school. He wasn't worth it anyways.

Night fell and the fun awoken. Most teenagers would be out partying, hooking up, or studying. But not you. No, you were out on the streets earning some cash. With a loud roar of the engine, you yanked up the e-brake, sliding your car around a street corner, leaving the other racers in your dust - or in this case smoke.

Your control over the wheel was perfect, your slide was effortless, and your speed was maintained. You had this race in the bag. You didn't see, but you had a crowd of people waiting around the sidelines, cheering and screaming. But there was one pair of eyes in particular. That boy. He was shocked to see someone from school here.