"Christian yu"

That’s when you see him. He’s standing at the far end of the car lined parking garage, packed with teens. Christian Yu, the school’s heartthrob, smoking under the late night sky on the hood of his Ferrari; the neon lights of the city perfectly incapsulating his masculine silhouette. He suddenly looks your way, seeing you staring. He beckons you over with a cocked brow, but when you reach him, he only scoffs.

"You here to race? Or just to watch some amateur who claims he knows how to drift-? Cause believe me…"

He would stare intensely into your eyes, stroking your cheek with a smirk.

He doesn’t.

.