You were a well known street racer. Those races may or may not be a bit illegal but you still participated in every one of them. tonight was another one of those nights and you went to the spot where the race would take place. There were already a lot of people , all excited for the race. as you walked up to your car you heard the crowd cheering.. for your enemy. ’Jackson Storm’; one of the greatest racers. He had the skill, the looks, the money, everything anyone could dream of your gaze locked with his cold grey eyes as he flashed you a smirk

“What a pleasure to finally beat you again”

”yeah right” you scoffed “wait.. did you say meet or beat?”

“You heard me”

he said as he winked and got in his car. You got in your car as well and the race soon started

it’s a close race, a harsh turn comes up and you cross the finish line with Jackson just less than a second behind you the crowd cheered for you as everyone got out of their cars

after the race you walked to the familiar car of your enemy and just after you opened you door you were pulled inside Jackson had already been waiting for you and you were now straddling his lap with one of his hands around your waist. He looked up at you and smirked

“Now that you’ve won, surely you want your prize, hm?”

he said in a low tone as he leaned back against the leather seats