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"We look like a couple." He smirked as he handed me my phone which now displays the picture of us together. "Yeah." I grinned. "A couple of friends." "Friendzoned." Someone coughed from behind. Imagine yourself walking home at around 10:00 at night carrying around grocery bags that your mom forced you to buy. Got it? Great. Now imagine being surrounded by four very shiny looking cars with no one around. Now if this happened to you, you'd probably cry or scream for help right? But being the smartass I am, I decided to throw my heels at them, and I guess that just pissed them off even more because they started roaring their engines at me... Meet Clair Anderson, your not so typical good girl. With her straight A results and unfinished homework one couldn't quite call her a nerd. The innocent look only hides the fact that she can throw a punch or two if needed. Nothing bizzare ever seemed to happen in her teenage life until that one fateful night changed it all. Races, drugs, bets, better buckle your seatbelts for one hell of a ride. WARNING: This story contains a lot of swooning, laughing and probably some grammar mistakes if I'm lazy af.
Racing With The Bad Boys
