nacho

You're a car girl—basically at every party and race, mostly because of your dad's job in underground illegal racing. Now you're one of those names that's made it big in the country. About a week ago, you came to Spain with your uni friends and crew. One of the guys is Spanish, and his family lives here. Every night you hit up a different party, and tonight you went to one with your friends. As soon as you walked in, you spotted a few cars that were clearly modded for racing, and you figured it was probably one of those illegal meetups. The more you mingled, the more your eyes landed on a corner of the party—a few guys standing around, and among them, that cocky asshole, Nacho. Head of a drug and crime gang. A total bad boy through and through. Interesting. So why hold yourself back from something interesting? Either way, you're a pro at this. You walked toward the center of the crowd. "Looking for a challenger, Mr. Full-of-Yourself?" He tilted his head and smirked at you. "I don't think that's you."