"Hello, handso."
The chatty girl in a daunting dress, who had her arms locking Ivy, about to pull her sowhere, paused — her eyes quickly going over Max, who silently t her gaze.
"Don’t you dare." Pushing the girl’s face away, Ivy quickly drew her off and they mingled into the crowd.
A few vehicles away, Blake’s expression turned ugly.
Olivia wanted to walk toward Max but was held back by Annabelle and Ava, who, for so unknown reason, didn’t want to let her out of their sight.
"Co, let’s go."
Before the tight grip on her smaller arms, Olivia resigned to her fate.
Daniel had a funny look upon glancing at Noah and the quiet, extrely introverted Daisy, whose presence, despite her chubby figure, was often ignored. Shaking his head with a wry smile, his eyes and Max’s caught for a mont before they exchanged a silent, understanding nod.
Noah and Daisy’s incestuous relationship was sothing they had all begun to notice.
"Hey, you good, Dan?"
Unlike Max, who barely knew anyone, a figure approached Daniel, calling out his na as they shook hands in a rugged manner, quickly handing him a drink.
Seeing the rest of his siblings dissipate within the lively gathering, Max stood in silence for a mont before choosing to explore — walking aimlessly while taking ntal notes.
The atmosphere was a bit smoky, filled with the sll of burning rubber from the drifting tires in the center part of the tunnel.
Bass beats thudded against the concrete walls, mixing with the raw snarl of engines revving at random.
Neon lights flickered overhead, throwing ssy colors over endless rows of exotic cars — Lambos, Skylines, old-school muscle cars, and souped-up imports, each customized and loud enough to shout for attention.
Groups clustered around trunks, liquor flowing freely — vodka, beer, anything you could pour fast into a cup.
A few girls danced on car roofs, laughing wild and untad, causing the eyes of most of the guys to light up with desire.
Among these girls, Olivia, Ava, and Annabelle could be spotted, entertaining themselves with the dreamy, wanting stares they drew.
Currently, a drifting competition was going on, drawing Max’s curiosity toward the center.
"Here, have this."
Just as he curiously made his way forward, a short youth — dark-skinned, temple fade afro cut, his neck decorated with lavish diamond chains — handed him a red plastic cup, half filled with beer and vodka, as Max could tell from the sll.
"You new around here, man?"
He nudged Max’s hand, seeing him stare into the cup.
"Mmm."
Max nodded, realizing his mistake, and calmly took a mouthful of the mix.
Seeing Max’s composed expression, unfazed after drinking, the youth nodded comndably.
"That was slick, man. My bad."
Exchanging another handshake, the guy walked away without another word.
’Being noticed as a novice never feels nice.’
Raising the plastic cup, Max noted the common behaviors around him and quickly found himself at the center, where the roar and cheers of the crowd gathered around the unfolding scene.
A Porsche 911 GT3 RS and a Ford Mustang GT were drifting close to each other in a tight circular orbit, creating a sense of synergy between them.
Despite the price difference between both luxury vehicles, the majority seed to cheer and bet on the Ford due to the guy driving it; others argued the more expensive Porsche was better.
"That’s Caster. He’s a popular guy from Kingdom Heritage High. I heard he’s advanced to beco a Duke."
’Makes sense — every school has its own grading system...’
’Ugh?’
With a sudden hit of realization, Max tilted his head to the side.
Blonde hair tied in a ponytail, thick eyebrows, cool beige skin alighted with light makeup.
She was wearing a cool racing jacket and a lace longline bralette underneath, flexing her toned abdon with a piercing on her navel, a mini jean skirt, and black heavy boots that added a few inches to her height.
"Are you done?"
He heard her exasperated voice and lifted his gaze to et her eyes, staring into them before nodding.
Seeing Max’s unbothered gaze after having scrutinized her — even nodding that he was done before calmly sipping from his cup — she gave a killing side-eye and walked away, dashing any hope of having a sensible conversation.
Revealing a stunned look at her departing figure through the crowd, Max silently shook his head and resud watching the drift competition.
’What was that about?’ he thought.
...
In another part of the lively tunnel, consud with blasting music and roaring engines,
at the center of a circular arrangent of vehicles — less chaotic and filled with silent order —
so guys were refilling their cups and others sat either in or on the bonnets, busying themselves with chit-chat, mostly about girls or purchases.
"Hey, Andrew."
Swaggering into the area with a cup in hand, his face a bit flushed, Blake called out to the calm, reserved youth sitting on one of the bonnets while holding onto an eye-catching beauty.
Even Blake had to stop for a mont after noticing her but quickly chose to maintain his steeze.
Andrew, upon sighting Blake, naturally got down from the bonnet and shook hands with him.
Though social standing wasn’t actually important in gatherings like this, when it ca to academics, Blake was close to becoming a middle Paragon, equaling an SS Elite.
With all this, Andrew calmly let go of Cynthia’s waist and shook Blake’s hand, despite noticing the desire in others toward his lover.
"Please co. One of my cousins, who is particularly haughty, is doubting my influence.
He’s barely doing well as a C-Rank Student at Elite tropolitan, so I want you to help look after him and hopefully shut his goddamn mouth."
"I’ll owe you a favor."
Seeing Blake’s persistence, backed by a background five tis more powerful, Andrew couldn’t refuse and glanced at Cynthia.
"I’ll be back."
With that, Andrew followed behind while Cinthya silently took out her phone.
"Its him?" She muttered upon seeing the latest trend.
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