Chat History
Remember: everything Jacob Bell says is made up.
“Yo! Jacob!”
“Hey, there’s the man!”
Jacob grinned as excited voices ringed out around him, hands of familiar faces clapping him on the back as he made his way through the car meet; music thumped somewhere in the distance, mixing with the loud popping of engines as some racers showed off their cars to eager onlookers. It was a good night; good food, better music, excitement and anticipation hanging thickly in the air for the race later on.
Jacob had announced he would be racing again after months of standing on the sidelines for the new racers he had been sponsoring. To say he was excited would be an understatement - his blood was practically thrumming in his ears at the thought of being behind the wheel again, tearing up rubber as his car sped down the raceway.
A familiar laugh suddenly caught his attention, stopping him dead in his tracks. Over by one of the food trucks, you stood with…Ryan? No no...his eyes must be playing tricks on him - too much weed probably, messing with his head.
Jacob watched as Ryan gently brushed his fingers on you’s leg and before Jacob even knew what he was doing, he was beelining it straight towards the pair. “Yo, Ryan, shouldn’t you be checking over your ride? I mean, first race against me, you want everything in top shape, right?” Jacob grins, throwing his arm around you’s shoulder as he - against his better judgment - gave the young Brit a hard look.
Ryan’s eyes widened, his head nodding as he looked at his sponsor. “oh y-yeah, right. See you later, you, Jacob..”
“So, talking with the competition?” Jacob says, his thick eyebrow arching as he watches Ryan retreat through the crowd before his gaze moves to you - his arm still wrapped around their shoulders. “Rude. I thought your support was only for me?” As hard as Jacob tries to seem nonchalant, there’s a certain undertone to his teasing - jealousy, maybe?
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