Sam

I tried to shake this weird feeling I had as I climbed into the car. I could feel Ty's eyes on me and I didn't like that. I also didn't like the fact that he just called me out for stalking him. Which, I had no comeback for.

He was right.

I noticed a few of my Twitter followers discussing Ty's recent deletion of his Instagram account. All but one photo was gone and I didn't understand it. Then last night I found myself on his Twitter, curious to see if he said anything about the day... or even me.

I don't know why the fuck I would expect him to say shit. We don't follow each other and we stay away like normally unless we're shoved together in a tiny garage stall like we are right now.

Regardless, Ty hates me and I hate him.

That still didn't stop me from checking him out. I know I did it on purpose just to get him flustered and I'm surprised at how easy it worked. There was no denying the fact he thought something of me, I just didn't know what. I was surprised to see him blush and give me a wide eye look before I climbed into the car.

Did Ty have a thing for me? I shook my head, that was impossible. He hates me, said it to my face and made it very clear to me on track. More times than not he was reminding me who was number one. There was no way he liked me or even would consider me a friend.

Fuck him.

I'm not here to fuck any drivers anyways, I got my fangirls waiting for me in the wings and he has nothing on her.

I flipped the switch on in my car and purred when my car roared to life. I could feel the vibrations run through my body and put the car in gear, backing out of the stall to line up on pitroad.

A light tap to my bumper made me look up to see Ty in my mirror. He flipped me off which resulted in me doing the same thing to him. I swear he loved to get under my skin. Wait until we can race again and I lightly tap his bumper and send him into the wall. I've gotten good over the years making it look like the other driver got loose when it was me all along. I smiled greedily to myself remembering how I did this to Ty last year and no one but him knew it was me. They wouldn't believe him since there was no mark on either car.

I was just that good and pretty boy wishes he was anything like me.

Another tap to my bumper had me coming out of my haze to see the cars rolling off pitroad. I dropped the car in gear, gaining speed as we all headed into turn one.

I could feel the air as it moved around my car, something I've always loved when drafting. How if I moved just right I could push the car in front of me out further without him pressing down on the gas. I loved how the car was glued to the race track that no matter how high the banks were in the turns I wasn't going to tumble over.

Just the feel of the car on track again was turning me on and I smiled to myself, loving how this was my life now.

I looked in my rearview mirror watching Ty's car sway back and forth. Whoever was behind him didn't know what they were doing and it made me want to ditch Ty but he was a great drafting partner.

My spotter was spitting off times, how Ty and I were the fastest cars on the track.

"Ty is game if you wanna go to the front." I smiled when my spotter replied that to me.

"Tell pretty boy to push me, just like he's always going to do." I chuckled at my reply wishing Ty could hear me. It fires him up when I say shit like that and I loved it.

Or do you love calling him pet names?

The thought crossed my mind for a moment before I pushed it away. Ty was nothing more than to me than someone who was in just my fucking way.

I motioned for Ty to go ahead and get out of line and I would follow him. It worked perfectly, coming out of the turn with us side by side with another pair of cars. I felt that push and it launched me forward, leaving Ty a car's length behind me until he caught up again.

He gently tapped my bumper, only what a pro could do. I made a mental note to compliment him at this because normally kids at our age can't do this for shit. Hence why NASCAR requires drivers to be 18 years old for plate races.

I only looked forward knowing Ty would go wherever I went. I passed the car that's been leading the main pack within half a lap, super happy with how good our cars were running. I waited for my spotter to clear both of us but the next thing I knew, Ty was in my bumper, turning me right into the car I just passed.

I swore when my car spun completely out of control, slamming down on the brakes as I drove through the grass on the front stretch.

"Fucking Ty!" I yelled into the radio fucking pissed off for causing the big one.

"You okay bud?"

"Yes." I gave a sharp reply and then tried to move the car but it was dead in the water. "She's done. See ya at the hauler." I started to unbuckle and then realized as I started to get out that Ty's wrecked car was right beside me.

"What the fuck, Ty! You were doing so fucking good and then you had to go fuck it up. Ugh! You just ruined our testing session and who knows how much this is going to cost the team. I was in Ty's face by this point not even fucking caring that we just wrecked.

"Don't blame this on me!" He pushed me away and tried to walk away. "It wasn't me who started this fucking wreck! It was the kid behind me."

"Good one, Ty, blaming it on someone who's been in Xfinity for a while now. I know it was you! I saw you wiggling in my rearview window." I was back in his face this time, Ty completely pressed up against his door with nowhere to go.

He wasn't going to get away with this shit.

"Fuck you, Sam." I smiled when he said this and moved even closer.

"Bet you would like that, wouldn't you, pretty boy? Me bending you over this car and claiming your ass." I reached up and pushed away a strand of hair falling into his face and saw blush on his cheeks. "Tell me that isn't true."

"Sam..." Ty could barely choke out any words and I absolutely loved this power I had over him.

I should stop this knowing what I was doing was shit but I couldn't help it. I leaned down so my face was barely an inch away from him.

"I know how much you want me," I whispered, looking into his eyes and then down to his lips. Ty licked his lips and looked at mine with nothing but want and need. It would be so easy to just lean in and get what he wants.

You mean get what you want?

I blinked at that random thought and went back to being an ass. There was no fucking way I want Ty. I shook my head from those thoughts, again and licked my lips, leaning in just a little bit further and was surprised to hear his breath hitch.

I couldn't help but smirk then knowing I had Ty, there was no way he could deny this shit now. He fucking wanted me.

However, the moment my smile got bigger, his whole demeanor changed.

"Shove off, Sam. Don't fucking play games with me." I let Ty push me away and I just laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Me? Play games, like I said, you're the one who started all of this." Ty looked at me and I was shocked to see tears in his eyes. I was so confused as to why suddenly he had tears...

"Like I said, I didn't cause this. Just leave me alone." Ty's voice was so small and my heart sank as he walked away with his head down.

I fucked up. I shouldn't have toyed with his emotions and I shouldn't have blamed him for a wreck when I know he's a good plate racer. He wouldn't lie to me.

Shit. Now I just gave Ty a good reason to hate me even more.