Summary:

Shane has always hated Ilya. Always. From the first time he saw him leaning against a car like he owned the street, talking too loud, smiling too easily….and Ilya just knows how to tick him off— like it’s second nature, like he can tell exactly what gets under Shane’s skin and leans into it every single time.

It doesn’t matter where they are, or what’s going on, Ilya finds a way to make it about him and Shane ends up pissed off before he even says a word.

Shane huffed as his phone lit up with vibration. He grabbed the phone off the charger. The screen lit up again, he glanced down at an unfamiliar number.

Unknown: don’t ask how I got you number but I’m bored come race me if you’re not too scared to get beat again Hollander 😉