"Ladies, ladies, one at a time." The driver stepped out, already pushing the flock of people coming towards him. A few whistles could be heard, nonetheless as he cracked a smile, a cocky one. His eyes instantly tracking for a certain individual.
Koen had got there just in time, since it was moreso at the entrance of the lot and where majority of people were. Micah didn't bother tagging along, "wasn't his cup o' tea", he'd muttered, or something along the lines of that.
He wore a long gray sweatshirt, four letters stitched on the front in red, "Bike". Brown cargo pants and one one of the loopholes is where his Porsche key was attached to. Black straight hair, and skin just a tad lighter than Koen's.
It didn't take long to realize who this person was, however.
Jonathan Saintsberg. A well-known individual in the car community around this area just like Enzo, to some extent, but unlike wherever Enzo goes his reputation stays, Jonathan's didn't.
It was some scandal a long time ago, that rumor has it, Jonathan stole cars for a living and flipped them. He would inspect them at car meets, befriend a few, and jack their cars. Koen didn't know how true it was…well, because, he also had history with Jonathan.
Or moreso, Enzo did, really. Koen didn't have beef with anyone, really. Too pacifist for all of that. But to put a long story short…Enzo and Jonathan's beef goes a long way. Apparently Jonathan attempted to jack Enzo's Audi R8, and Enzo's Audi is special because of the V10+ engine. That's special…and not to mention the carbon trims, and the numerous of other specs and mods Enzo had done to boost not only it's cool points, but its raw horsepower as well.
Enzo didn't take it nicely, and ordered for him to stand down. Things got serious, and without resulting to sheer violence, they agreed on pink slips. Enzo won, but wasn't really interested in the car Jonathan had at the time, which was nothing short of a failed measureup towards Enzo's R8.
And ever since then, Jonathan has been right back to car flipping. From one car to another, finally trying to settle the score…or so Koen assumed. There would be no other reason as to why Jonathan would be here now of all times.
Koen would've disengaged; he didn't see Enzo anywhere. R8 sitting in the lot, but that's all it took for Jonathan to remain. The moment he saw that, the moment he knew was there.
And if Enzo was at a car meet…then all Jonathan's eyes had to do was look around and—
"Spotted," He mumbled under his breath. And there, their eyes connected.
Both Koen's and Jonathan's.
"Shit," Koen cursed under his breath, just a second late to throw his hood on and begin walking away, because the moment he turned around, he could hear footsteps behind him. Jonathan's sneakers pressing against the concrete ground, waiting to get closer, then, he slung his arm around him.
"Koen!" He mentioned cheerfully, but Koen was far aware that it was all an act. He playfully ruffled his hair, and he was moments away from snapping and telling the guy to fuck off politely.
"Was wondering where you were. Tell me, where's Enzo? The guy? The main man!"
Koen scoffed, figured as much. Early politeness, and then it's like all his manners go thrown out the window searching for his rival, or one-sided rivalry—Enzo doesn't mention Jonathan much, and when he does, it's never in high regard.
"Don't know," He tried to answer back swiftly, and stifle his answer as much as he could. He wasn't going to sell out his best friend, and as far, maybe Enzo had important discussions to be had. Last thing he needs to worry about is Jonathan getting in the way for some race.
That's when his smile fell, and his face got closer to Koen's. Eyes narrowed down. Koen tried to walk away a bit further, but so did Jonathan's clinch and sudden grip he had around him.
The two began to walk far away compared to the crowd that was staring at the lizard green 911,
"Listen here, you little shit. I know you do, for a fact. You're his make-pretend little brother, aren't you?" His voice dramatically deepened. Koen didn't waver, but he wouldn't lie…it was a bit intimidating.
"Go find him, and bring him back. Tell the fucker I got a score to settle." Jonathan spoke very harshly, venom lacing in his words.
Koen shook his head, "Get lost. You lost fair and square that time, Jonathan. I doubt Enzo would want to race you again—ugh!"
Koen was instantly shoved forward, picking his feet up as Jonathan kept one hand on his face and the other in his pocket, chuckling to himself, laughing even. The Starboy turned around and witnessed the sheer insanity of this guy.
Or deliriousness. Maybe both.
"Enzo beat me once. Once. He always think he's untouchable, and with that shit-ass R8. Tonight's the night I prove him wrong," He looks back at the car, Enzo's, just for a split second, then turns back to Koen…
…with yet a manical look on his face.
"...and this guy? You? Trying to set me somewhere? I've never seen you hold a wheel in your hands. Last time I checked, you're just a kid from fuckass Fernview, right?"
Koen's breath hitched, right in his throat. The mention of Fernview. Coming from Jonathan of all people. And then suddenly. The music faded out, the engines, the sound of feet shuffling and chattering.
It all came to a halt.
The only thing Koen could hear at the moment was his own heartbeat and the stillness. The same stillness that Fernview had.
"And you think you can come here and all of a sudden breathe the same air? Guys like me see right through it, and I'm here to tell you, kid,"
"Go ahead and die in that shithole of a town."
Koen's eyes widened instantly, his hands started shaking, but he shook his head. Snapped out of it just in time. To not think of Fernview, to not think about the words and his fate there. To think that just what if…he didn't make it out of Fernview?
What if he stays there and nothing happens out of that quiet town? That nothing changes? And therefore, Koen's life wouldn't change either? What if hanging around with Enzo was not enough? Building a GT for what?
What if was useless, and all for nought? What if none of it mattered in the end?
The streets in Fernview were quiet, too quiet. That silence never offered peace, because it was always the sound of being forgotten.
It didn't take long for Jonathan's smile to become wider, because he hit the exact angle he was wanting and waiting for. For Koen to overthink, and start doubting. And that's exactly what happened here.
Then, his lips parted again.
"You know? For someone who sits in the passenger's seat all day, you never wondered why Enzo let you take the wheel? Because someone like you could just—"
Jonathan never finished that sentence, because as clean as he arrived, a sudden hand stood out, and shoved him back greatly. Even Jonathan himself, was perplexed, shocked, stunned to see him.
And when Koen looked up from the ground, amidst all of his running thoughts, he also saw him as well.
Enzo.