The dust surrounds them as Tyler came to an abrupt halt on the tracks. There was another race lining up but he didn’t care that he literally was in their way

He heard the girl shift in the seat before he heard her voice.

“Do you want my number

“Get out.” Tyler’s jaw popped. He was annoyed, frustrated, and angry. He just didn’t care anymore that he sounded rude.

The girl is silent for a few seconds and Tyler contemplated if to tell her to get out again. He clearly had no more patients for whiny girls. But she snaps. “You’re an ass you know that?!”

Tyler spared her a glance, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “For not wanting to fuck you? Get out of my car.” He said bluntly.

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Brett walking over to him. The girl huffs, removing the seat belt and opening his car door. When she got out, his ears nearly rang by the harsh slam she gave to the door.

He gritted his teeth as he watch her put her middle finger up for him, snarl under her breath, and stormed away into the crowd.

Seconds later, tapping on the glass window had him rolling it down and sparing Brett his attention. Brett leaned down, his arm on the opened window

“Let me guess….you didn’t take her number mate?” He asked with a grin knowing that girls usually trouble Tyler with taking their numbers.

“She’s not my type,” Tyler grumbles.

Did Tyler even have a type? No, not really. As long as they had pussy, he was good to go. But apparently not today.

“Not your type? Sure she wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but the girl had

and ass guy.” Brett pointed

shrugged. “Not anymore apparently.” He mumbled under his breath so lowly that

confusion and leaned more towards Tyler to get

grumbled. “I’m just going to go home. I won today and already qualified for

face but Tyler tore his eyes away

any bone in

it the Layla Campbell girl? Did she turn you down or something? || know you have never been turned down mate, but it happens and you’ll get over

out, lying to his best friend as he turned to glare

has to do with her? She’s no

and removes his arm from the door. He rakes a hand through his hair and murmurs. “Sorry man, I just assumed

jaw feels like steel.” Well you thought wrong, I

fucking lie. He wanted her so badly that the girl Serry couldn’t even hold his interest long enough to even

to stay back for a while to catch some babes.” He

surrounded by prior.

days ago, Tyler would’ve joined him. But today… Tyler didn’t feel like being in another girl’s presence. It was an odd feeling, and not his usual and he feared he’d have

before he starts the car and drives away from the tracks and away from the crowd

and it was the girl who was currently watching his

his teeth together, grinding them as if he was grinding bones until his jaw

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