There was only one person in the world that Diana Grey would say she out and out hated. Like sure, her sister was a fucking bitch, and her grandparents sucked, and that guy at work who liked to make eyes at her arse was a moron, but she didn’t hate any of them. Sarah Whelk though. Yeah she definitely hated her. That hot, burning kind of hatred that made her hands shake every time she had to be around her. It wasn’t just that she was a sore spot in Diana’s pride, though that had a lot to do with it, but also that she happened to be one of the most insufferable cunts that she’d ever had the misfortune to meet. Or at least that was how she saw it.
She’d known her since she was eighteen years old, and she’d had a fast car enough to race in and was smart enough not to get caught sneaking out of the house by Kathy. Diana had been the youngest one there, with a name to live up to, and quite frankly she was pretty shit. Her grandparents were weird about her driving around the city loads, claiming that the bus service was good enough, but it was probably because whenever they saw her behind the wheel it was like looking at her dad and being reminded of what had killed him all over again. Which Diana thought was quite frankly stupid as shit. Which meant she barely knew what she was doing, her only experience being the driving lessons she had begged for. And Sarah had been a couple of years older than her, the only other girl there, and just that little bit better than her. For years now she’d always beaten Diana, save for a handful of times, and she seemed to relish in it. Turning up at the designated start point, usually somewhere a good half hour out of the city, and to see her standing waiting by her car was enough to throw off Diana’s concentration, and pretty much guaranteed that she’d have a bad race. Though she’d gotten the feeling recently that she was using that as an excuse.
That night she’d pulled into the finish line behind Sarah once again, and had watched her as they’d both climbed out of the cars and while Sarah had been swamped by the crowd, Diana had been left to watch her go. Not before Sarah had shot her a beaming smile over her shoulder, that was mocking in every sense of the word. Feeling frustrated both with herself and angry at the girl who was walking away from her, she pulled the beanie she’d been wearing to keep her hair away from her face, scrunched it up in her fist and petulantly threw it to the ground. She might have even gone so far as to kick the wheel of her car if she hadn’t noticed that not the entirety of the crowd had dispersed. A man stood a few feet away, clearly watching her, his expression somewhat unreadable.
“The fuck do you want?” she snapped, before feeling a little bit guilty when she realised this guy probably didn’t deserve her anger, she corrected herself with some difficulty, “Sorry, I just don’t like losing.”