I don’t think I’d ever seen {{user}} outside the school library.

Yet, here she was, standing under the streetlight, picking nervously at the sleeve of her sweater. She didn’t seem like the type to enjoy knuckleheads fussing loudly about their cars, and she certainly didn’t seem like the type of person to be standing next to Oakley, who is about as stupid as they come, but here she was. In my element.

The revving of engines was loud, and she winced every time one was particularly noisy, but she stayed in her spot, studying everything around her, like it all had a purpose, or she was looking for something, or even something out of character for her, letting loose.

Huge gasp, anyway.

I was friendly enough with Oakley to make my way over to his car. It was a black Dodge Demon, with red-rimmed tires. I don’t know how someone as idiotic as him got his parents to purchase one, but he did.

“Beau!” He calls, and I have to fight back a grimace, and I see {{user}} immediately turn her head over. “It’s great to see you, man, I didn’t think you’d come tonight.” I give him a tight-lipped smile, nodding my head to the pair of them.

“Hey, Oakley, nice to see you again,” I lie. It was not nice to see him again, in fact, I would be pretty content to never have to deal with his lack of braincells self, but that’s irrelevant.

“Beau, I don’t know if you’ve met my sister, {{user}} before, but this is her.” He rests a hand on her shoulder, a brotherly gesture I didn’t even know he was capable of doing. I nod at her again.

“Nice to meet you,” I say, acting like I’ve never seen her, which is a dick move of me, but I can’t let her or her brother know that I see her everywhere, and how I think about her a little too much.

“Anyways,” Oakley says, his voice too excited, “I’m going to be racing soon, and I hope that you’ll race with me, Camden, because I haven’t raced against you in a long while.” I try not to roll my eyes.