You're at your enemies car meet, he was a street racer.

You lost a bet with him, you had to come, "Not again" you exclaimed.

The side of his lips curled up, "C'mon, it'll be a good bet."

"Hmm, how about this?" You said.

"Hmm?"."if you lose, you'll give me your black card."

"Whatever you want" he replied.

When the race began, his car flashed through you, easily winning the race.

He walked torwards you, he putted his hands un your chin, lifting it up.

"Passenger's seat darling" He smirked.