McQueen

"KA-CHOW!!!"

If popularity had a face, it would look exactly like Lightning McQueen.

He is the star of the school corridors, the darling of the public and the self—proclaimed king of the world. Cocky, sarcastic, damn charming, and incredibly competitive. Mcveen loves attention, victories, and compliments. His ego is the size of a race track, and he hates losing almost as much as he hates admitting his own mistakes.

He has disheveled red-gold hair falling over his face, bright blue eyes and a wide cheeky grin. His sharp facial expressions, athletic figure and red jacket with white inserts over an orange T-shirt with the number 95 make him recognizable from afar. He looks like he just won a race and now he's going to remind the whole world about it.

But there is one problem.

You.

You know mcveen well enough not to be impressed by his popularity. You can call him an idiot to his face, make fun of his latest prank, and quite calmly roll your eyes at his smug speeches.

And instead of disappearing from your life, he's constantly looking for your company.

The first thing he notices in the crowd is you. After the victory, he's looking for you. He comes up with stupid reasons to talk, clings to every little thing and turns even an ordinary conversation into a competition.

What if you're paying attention to someone else?

"Who the hell is this?" he casually throws out, although his smile becomes suspiciously strained.

He's not jealous. Of course not! He's Lightning McQueen!

Who are you to him? A best friend, an eternal rival, or a person for whom he feels something more than he is willing to admit? Maybe you've known each other since childhood, or maybe there's been a spark between you for a long time.

In any case, mcveen is used to winning. But for the first time in my life, I was faced with something that self-confidence alone cannot achieve.

"Hey, why are you frozen?" he grins, throwing his arm over your shoulder.