Reign's POV.

I spend most Monday nights studying because I have nothing better to do but I don't really feel like studying tonight so I play music and I sing along, turning my phone into a microphone and pretending my voice isn't so awful.

I sing to Miley Cyrus's Midnight on top of my voice till my lungs run out of air.

My phone rings in my hand, interrupting my amazing singing.

It's Garrett, he's the interrupter.

I decide not to answer cause Garrett never calls me, he's probably bored and wants to tease me about the whole me fucking Luke thing.

I decide to shoot him a text instead.

"Fuck off."

"Pick up, asshole, it's important."

I roll my eyes, not responding.

I continue singing but then I hear something tap my window, I turn on my chair and furrow my brows at the window.

I hear another clatter, a rock maybe?

He fucking wouldn't.

I fly out of my seat and rush to my window, sliding it open and peeking my head out.

I look down and I spot Garrett and Mason whispering to each other, they both look up and wave at me.

"Yo, let's go!" Garrett whisper shouts, tilting his head to a certain direction.

"Where?!"

"There's a race at the valley, everyone's going." Says Mason.

It's really late but I've never been to the valley, I've only ever heard of it.

Fuck it.

I quickly strip out of my pajamas, putting on a pair of denim jeans and a black hoodie, I fish out my sneakers from underneath my bed, slipping into them and grabbing my phone from my desk.

I switch off the lamp before sneaking out of the house through my bedroom window, easily climbing down and adjusting my hoodie once I'm down.

"A race on Monday?" I ask suspiciously.

"What are you, complaining?" Garrett half laughs as he starts walking backwards.

"Stop complaining." Mason wraps his arm around my shoulder, crashing me into him and ruffling my hair.

We walk to Garrett's car and I notice two other people sitting in the back, laughing and chatting.

Garrett takes the driver's seat while Mason gets on the passenger's side, I sigh before opening the back door and getting in and joining these two people.

It's Luke and Ariana.

There's plenty of space in the back but for some reason, she's sitting on his lap and they are whispering to each other, barely acknowledging the rest of us as they share a bottle of Hennessy.

I try to concentrate on what Mason and Garrett are talking about during the drive but I always end up glancing at them.

Here's the thing, Luke and Ariana have been touchy with each other since freshman year, it's normal and no one ever thinks anything of it, not even Garrett, same thing applies to me and Mason, we hold hands, we kiss each other's cheeks and we've shared a bed more than I can count but those things only make him my best friend.

I guess that's what Luke thinks of Ariana.

Then why am I feeling like screaming or punching the back of the seat in front of me or going back home and calling it a night.

It gets worse when I notice his arm around her waist, and how close their faces are and how he's just smiling at her like that.

Geez.

Maybe it pisses me off because I know exactly how it feels to be... Serviced by him.

Ew, Reign, serviced?

"Are you okay?" Ariana's voice drags me out of my thoughts, Luke glances at me.

I sink into the seat, shrugging my shoulders and nodding at the same time, which is the weirdest response I've ever given in my life.

I look out the window and I manage not to look at them for the rest of the ride.

The valley is located in the middle of nowhere, mainly because it's illegal, not only do people race cars and bikes for money but they also fight for money.

As soon as we arrive at the valley, I open the door and jump out, shutting the door and taking a deep breath.

I didn't realize how suffocating it was in there.

I notice all the other cars surrounding the area, I hear people cheering from a distance.

Mason wraps his arm around my shoulder and we start walking towards the noise.

I hear Ariana's laugh from behind me and I roll my eyes.

"I saw that." Mason chuckles.

"Saw what?"

"You rolling your eyes at Ari's laugh." He says.

"He's not that funny." I look up at him.

"You've never sat with him long enough to hear his jokes." He lifts his shoulder.

I have and I did laugh a little but not that hard.

We walk to the valley, it's more like an abandoned small arena, the tracks are muddy and are secluded from the crowd by a wire fence and, in the middle burns the biggest bonfire I've ever seen in my life.

Mason and I stand on the other side of the fence, watching the two bikes racing as the crowd cheers.

"I missed you." I hear Mason speak, I look at him and I grin.

"Aww, I missed you too, dude, you've been distant lately." I tell him.

"And you've been MIA again." He says, which is true.

I've been spending a lot of time with Luke, I don't even remember the last time I hung out with Mason.

"Sorry about that." I drag my eyes back to the race as the crowd cheers for the winner.

The dude with the microphone starts talking about the next racers, I spot a familiar figure in a red and black racing suit with a black helmet in hand.

"Is that Jace?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"Yep."

"Damn, he looks so good in that gear." I say, glancing at Mason but his eyes are elsewhere, I follow his gaze and it lands on Jasmine, watching the race with her friends.

"I'll be right back." He says to me before walking to where Jasmine is standing with her other two friends.

I take my attention back to the race, smiling at Jace as he puts on the helmet and climbs on the bike.

His head turns to his opponent as a girl in cowgirl boots, black cut shorts and bra top holds up a red flag, probably counting or something. She swings the flag down and both bikes take off at the same time.

God, this is so cool.

Hands wrap around me from behind, my breath hitches, my heart hammers against my chest and my body turns weak, the comfort I feel is what tells me it's him.

"Damien would love this place." He whispers in my neck, making my skin warm and sensitive.

I don't say anything.

He holds my jaw and turns my face to him, I jerk out of his hold.

"Why are you all upset?" He questions.

"I'm not, just wanna watch how the kid wins." I lie, I'm barely watching the race at this point.

"He's gonna win, he always wins." He points out.

"I will not be taking your word for it." I mumble, trying to release myself from his hold but he doesn't bulge.

"Luke?" A brunette girl stands next to us.

Great, more females.

"Rachel, hey." He greets cheerfully, I roll my eyes and clench my jaw.

"Hi, long time no see." She says.

She's so unbelievably pretty, I'm talking perfectly shaped eyebrows, perfect nose, perfect lips, blue eyes and is she wearing Louis Vuitton from head to toe?

Rich kid.

"Yeah, I've been... busy." He stammers.

"You and your busy-ness," she laughs, suddenly looking at me, "Careful with this one, he never calls back the minute after you get under him." She jokes.

So they've fucked.

She looks like that, of course they have.

"That's strange, I've been under him more than my fingers could count but he calls me five times a day and texts me all night, it's almost annoying." I respond to her, fake smiling.

"Strange indeed." She stares at him, "I hope to see more of you, Luke." She says and we both watch her walk away.

"Do I really call you five times a day?" He almost sounds shocked.

"Ten, actually, I counted the other day." I sigh.

"That's so crazy." He whispers to himself.

"Tell me about it."

"Why are you mad at me?" He asks.

"I'm not mad at you." I shake my head.

"You are, I know you are." He insists.

I am, I really am.

"It's just..." I pause cause deep deep down I know my reason is pathetic and childish.

"It's just?"

"I guess I didn't notice how close you and Ari were." I mumble like a child, hoping he didn't hear me.

"I thought you said we weren't supposed to get jealous." He rests his chin on top of my head.

"I'm not jealous." I whine, leaning back into him.

"Reign, you're jealous," he informs me, "Ariana is in love with Garrett and even if she wasn't, I would never go there cause I don't see her like that, she's like my sister." He explains.

"I know that." I murmur.

"Do you?" He chuckles, I turn my head, looking up at him.

"I know that now." I tell him.

"Good." He stares into my eyes, "This would be a good time to kiss you." He says, I blush, ignoring his remark and facing the racing track again.

Jace wins the race and all the girls scream like we're at a Justin Bieber concert.

"Jace is so good at this bike stuff." I change the subject.

"I've seen better riders." He responds.

"Like?"

I hear him sigh, "I hate to say it but Damien."

"Why is that guy good at everything?" I giggle, looking at him over my shoulder.

"Except school, he's not good at school." He smiles, I laugh because it's true.

I don't know why but I'm okay with him holding me like this in public.