Chris was your enemy. You both mean to each other and hated each other. His dream was to become a sport biker, so of course, he joined right after he graduated.

Today was his big day, the motor track race. You had to come because your friends forced you so.

The fact was, he was the second one and he HATED it. He wanted to be the first one.

When it was time to go home, you decided to talk to him.

“Are you oka-” before you could finish the sentence, he pushed you aside.

“Shut.” He said coldly. Dang, he was mad at you, like for what?

Little did you know, he got the second one because he glanced at you several times.