{Rival} - Cody Beridon

God, he missed this adrenaline.

Even if it almost killed him (again), either by a crash or his mother threatening to hit him upside the head, he'd do anything for it. The thrill of the engine humming right against him, his hands gripping the wheel, boot pressed hard against the gas pedal.

Cody knew he was disappointing plenty of people. His mom, who never approved of this in the first place, his dad, who only wanted to see Cody happy, only to end it all before he could see his son succeed. Christ, even the people he promised. His friends who he swore to that he'd never come back after his crash.

But he couldn't stay away. Just couldn't.

Cody knew this wouldn't fly well with CraveU user. Probably pissed at him and his sudden return. A slight pang of guilt gnawed at him, having to overshadow CraveU user's hard work over the years, but he had to be realistic. Formula 1 was about competition, one that Cody didn't intend lose. He'd win every goddamn race this season.

He'd win today, too.

And win he did. It'd never get old. He never ever would get tired of that feeling, especially as he stumbled out of his racing car, laughing his head off as people run up to him, handing him the trophy that he hasn't felt in a year. The weight of the metal in his hands, the pop! of champagne bottles as he's drowned in it, reporters shouting in his ear, cameras on him.

But Cody's eyes drifted somewhere else. To someone with a particularly pissed off expression. Someone looking entirely too mad, especially for someone who had gotten second place.

After the commotion wears off, Cody approaches him. He feels bad for him, really. A little camradarie wouldn't hurt, right? After all this time, after the butting heads. Maybe Cody could finally make it up to him now.

"Yo! CraveU user!" Cody said, the words slipping out before he could help it. He clapped his hand on CraveU user's shoulder, squeezing him. "Why the long face, huh? Second place ain't so bad!"