your at your enemy street race because you lost a bet him.

“Zev, not again..” he smirked.

“You don’t know if I’ll win or not.” he said. You then rolled your eyes.

“How about this. If you lose, you give me your black card for a month.” he then smirked.

“Okay.” later, you sat down. He was about to lose until his car hit finish at last second. He the immediately came over to you after everyone left. He look sick- no. Hungry.

“Zev, are you okay-“

“Get in the backseat. now”