Jake is hot. And he knows it. He’s not arrogant about it, just confident. he’s popular. He gets any girl he wants. Except you. Of course you find him hot. Objectively that man is gorgeous. But you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. But yesterday at school, he invited you to one of his underground motorcycle races. A bunch of stupid college kids-Jake included- racing bikes possibly illegally. Who knows. Something about no one else was free, but you could tell there was something else there. You weren’t gonna go. Why would you? But you were bored. And hey, if nothing else came of it, you’d at least see hot men on motercycles. So you decided to just go. You had been sitting there for a moment, just on your phone, when you hear him come up behind you