Chapter 1

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"Come on! Let's Go!" Ana tries to pull Emilyn up from the couch. "Stop being a couch potato."

"I'm having so much fun here," Emilyn stated, putting her leg up on the small coffee table in front of her.

Ana looked at the tv and said with a sigh, "You're watching Brooklyn nine-nine for the fourth time." She crosses her arms. "There's this race tonight and I know you want to go." She nudged me. "There'll be hot guys there." She wiggles her eyebrows.

"You can't use that to tempt me." Emilyn points the finger at her. "I'm not interested." She turns her attention back to the tv.

"Oh my god!" She gasped. "don't tell me you're interested in girls." Ana takes a step back from the couch. "How come I didn't notice the signs? You never dated any guys since I met you." She gasped.

Emilyn slaps her arm, "Calm down, woman." shaking her head. "I'm not interested in girls. The reason I don't date because there's no one who's interesting at all. Is always I'm interested in him, but never got the same interest back."

"Just take a chance, maybe it is your turn tonight." She teases. "Let's just go to the race. It will be more fun than sitting here."

"Fine." Emilyn hesitantly gets up from the couch."Let me get changed first."

A minute later.

"Grandma, I'm leaving with Ana. I'll be back late." Emilyn told her grandma and head to the living room to find Ana.

"You look hot." Ana takes a look at her.

"Uhm...thanks?" Emilyn looked at her like she is out of her mind. She's wearing a plain dark blue t-shirt, skinny black jeans, a black jean jacket with my converse. "I'm just wearing something casual. If you don't have a boyfriend I would guess you are a lesbian." She hit my arm hard. "Oww!" Emilyn rubbed my arm and glared at Ana.

"I'm not a lesbian, okay. You look beautiful, I'm pretty sure you'll get someone's number tonight." Emilyn rolled her eyes at Ana's silly prediction. "Come on, let's go." Ana drags her out the door.

***

"Wow! This place looks so cool." Ana shouted. She turns around to observe everything. "Oh my god!" She shouted. "Look at those cars." She pointed.

"Ana, please stop screaming. My ears are about to fall out." Emilyn cover her ears. "So is Fin coming?"

"Yeah, he's on the way," she said, looking around the place, still amazed.

"Is someone looking for me?" A low voice said and hugged Ana from the back. She turns around, "Finley, you scared me." Ana hit him on his chest lightly and smile.

Emilyn can't help but stare at them and smile, both of them holding each other in their arms. Finley is staring into Ana's eyes with love. She wishes she can find someone just like Ana has found her other half.

"What's up Emilyn," Fin gave me a high-five. Fin is like a brother to me. When we first met, it was like a connection between both of us.

"Not much, your girlfriend literally pulls me out of my comfy state to watch this race," Emilyn grumbled.

He snickers at her comment, "Come on, you need to have some fun." He nudged Emilyn on the shoulder. "What 24 years old stay at home watching Brooklyn nine-nine multiple times.

Emilyn gasped, "how did you know?" Emilyn mouth opens to an O-shape.

He chuckled, "We know each other for like 2 years already. How could I not know what you have been doing." Emilyn huff and crossed her arms in front of her. "Come on, Emilyn. You should enjoy it during your mid-20s. You won't be able to experience and do it later. Have some sense of danger in your life."

"Are you saying that I have no life at all?" Emilyn raised one eyebrow at Finley.

"hmm...let me think about it." He rubbed his fingers on his chin. "No, you don't have a life. Tell me when you went out on a date with a guy?"

Emilyn rolled her eyes at Finley's question. Here he goes again, asking about her dating life. Emilyn always hated the topic of when are you going to get a boyfriend? When are you get married?

"None right. If you want to go on a date, I can introduce you to someone." He said.

"No, thank you. You are far too kind." Emilyn said with a tight smile, holding the words she wants to shout at him.

"Don't worry, I'll pick a good looking guy for you." He chuckled. "Your expectation aren't too high, so I guess anyone is possible." He laughed.

"Stop it!" Emilyn hit him on his shoulder. "I have expectations, okay. Is literally high out into the sky." Emilyn glare at him. He wants to say something, but Ana interrupts them.

"Guys, please stop arguing." Ana interrupts. "Go and get us some snacks." She told Emilyn.

"Anastasia Conner, did you just ask me to be your slave?" Ana winced when Emilyn said her full name. She hated people calling her that, saying that she feels old with that name.

"I'll be buying." She took out a 100 dollar bill from her purse.

"Did I mention that I love you." Emilyn gave her a toothy smile.

"Go." She pushed Emilyn in the direction of the food stall. "We'll be waiting here."

"You better." Emilyn narrowed her eyes at her. "And please don't make out somewhere I can't find you guys. I don't want that incident to happen again." Emilyn groaned, remembering that incident.

Once they were supposed to watch a movie together, they ask Emilyn to buy the snacks, but when she came back, they were gone. So Emilyn watched the entire movie by myself and came out finding them with their hair all mess up and clothes wrinkled.

Emilyn walked up to the food counter and ordered, "Can I get two bags of chips, two bottles of Cola and one slushie."

"Here you go." The person hands her the food and drinks.

On the way back to Ana and Fin, she felt a large wall bumping into her. The food fell on the floor, and the drinks spill onto the other person's shirt. "Hey! Watch where you're going." the person shouted. Emilyn looks up to see a tall man in his mid-20s, brownish blond hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes she has ever seen.

Hey!" The voice snapped Emilyn back to reality. "Aren't you going to do something about my shirt?"

"I'm sorry." She apologizes. "But it was you who bump into me first," Emilyn knew she wasn't at fault, and she ain't going to back down without a fight.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?"He growled. "Your drinks stain my shirt, how am I going to race now."

"Sorry about that, but it is not my fault," Emilyn argued.

"I don't care. Now my shirt is soaked, stain, and is sticky because of you," he said and took off his shirt.

Her eyes grew wide as she sees the guy in front of her with his naked torso showcasing, "What are you doing?"Emilyn looks around to see some people staring at us. "What in the world are you doing?"

"People are looking, you can't just take your shirt off in the middle of the public area."

"Take this." He threw his t-shirt at Emilyn, and she caught it with one of her hands.

"Why are  you giving this to me?" Emilyn stares down at the shirt in her hands

"I'm giving it to you to clean it." He smirks.

"What!" Emilyn shouts, "I'm not your maid," Her voice raise into an offended tone. "Take it back to your mom or maid to wash it for you." She throws it back to him.

"Listen here little girl, I've no time to argue with you." He growled. "You made the mess, you clean it." He threw it back to her, but it landed on her head instead. With a grumble, Emilyn pulls the shirt down from her head.

Emilyn scoffed, "I'm not little. For your information, I'm 24. I don't take orders from a stranger."

He took out a marker pen from his back pocket.  He grabs her wrist, pulls her arm towards him lightly, and pushes the sleeves of the jacket, revealing her arm. He wrote down some numbers on it. "Here, this is my number. Call me when the shirt is clean." He then walks away before Emilyn could say anything. As he walks away, people surrounding the area take photos of him.

"Wait!" Emilyn shouted, but he is long gone from her sight. "Hey! Come back, I'm not done with you !" People around starts staring at her. "Such a jerk." She kicks the dirt off the ground in frustration. Emilyn went back to the back counter and bought the drinks again.

"Took you long enough," Ana said. "She took the snacks from Emilyn

"Sorry, there was a problem on the way here."

"Em, what's that hanging on your arm?" She asked, not taking her eyes off it.

"Some guy shirt...." Emilyn got cut off with a squeal.

"Oh my god!" She jumps up and down. "Did you made out with some guy and he gave you his shirt?" She gasped.

Emilyn shook her head and hit her arm, "Are you crazy? I bump into someone, more like he bumped into me." Emilyn mumbled the last part, rolling her eyes thinking about the situation. "He gave me his shirt to clean it. and he even gave me his number." She pulls her sleeve jacket to show Ana the number.

Ana glance at her arm and look back up, meeting Emilyn's eyes questioning, "He gave you his number?"

"Yeah, I just said that."

"So what are you going to do?" She asked.

"Might as well get it clean." Emilyn sigh.

"Whatever it is, can we go and watch the race?" Fin said. We walked to one of the bleachers and found some empty seats.

"Good evening, everyone. The race is about to start. Please take your seat and enjoy the ride." The announcer announces.

We watch as the drivers are getting into their cars. Emilyn's eyes scan the track and stop when she spots that guy at the track, it was easy because he is the only one who is shirtless. The crowd went wild when he entered the track, girls at the front row drool at the sight of his shirtless body.

"Ana." Emilyn nudges her shoulder to get her attention. "That's the guy." Emilyn pointed to the shirtless guy.

"You bump into Christopher Evans?" Fin said shockingly.

"You know him?" Emilyn asked

"Of course, everyone knows him," he said. "He owns the track here and is the best rider." No one can beat him. Aside from that, he owns a multimillionaire company."

"Wow," Emilyn nods. "How do you know all about this? It is like you stalk him or something." She chuckled.

"Only people like you, don't know," he said and stick out his tongue like a child.

"Hey, what do you mean by that," Emilyn said, feeling offended.

"It means you're like Patrick star, who stays under the rock your whole life." He said

"Guys, can you please stop arguing." Ana place her hands on Fin's chest to stop. "We are here to watch the race not listening to both of you arguing."

"Fine," Emilyn grumble and lean back in her seat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the race. As you can see every driver is ready to go. On your mark, get set, go!" The horn blow. Emilyn's eyes watch as the car speed away, but her eyes only focus on the blue Mclaren 570S. The crowd cheered as the blue Mclaren pass the finishing line. As the driver came out, a bunch of people crowds around to congratulate him aka Mr obnoxious. Girls cling on to him, and many people take a photo of him or with him.

Looking at the crowd of people surrounding him, his eyes scans the crowd. It stopped when he spotted the person he wants to find. Emilyn caught him staring at her and  quickly looked away and tell Ana that they should leave.

A/N: Or so she thought.