Pitbabe S2, Chapter 37 pg 7
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 37 pg 7
“Make sure you come to the garage later,” Jeff ordered in a firm tone. These days, I’m not sure who’s the older or younger sibling anymore. This kid bosses me around like I’m some little kid, nagging me morning and night.
“For what?”
“To celebrate the championship,” Jeff replied. “This time, Phii Babe said he doesn’t want to go to a club. He wants a quiet celebration, just the team, so we’re meeting at the garage.”
“A team-only celebration, and I’m invited?” I pointed at myself, emphasizing to Jeff that he should double-check, maybe realize I have nothing to do with Team X except being his Phii.
“You’re part of the team too.”
“Huh?”
“Just come.”
Jeff didn’t explain further. He gave his stern order and walked back to the crew swarming around Dean’s car, leaving me confused yet again. This is the struggle of being the amnesiac I keep talking about. Everyone around me keeps mentioning things I don’t understand and refuses to explain further. If they don’t want me to know, they shouldn’t say weird stuff where I can hear it.
It’s so frustrating.
I’ve never once walked into Team X’s garage without feeling excited. Seeing the race cars lined up so close like this—it’s an indescribable thrill. Especially when Phii Alan gets a new car, I could stay here all day just watching him tune it up.
And today was one of those days.
“How’s it look… cool, right?” Phii Alan asked with a smile that seemed to poke fun at me a little. I didn’t mind if he saw me that way, because I knew full well how embarrassing I was acting right now.
I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t help it.
The RX-7… it’s just too cool.
“So damn cool!” I turned to Phii Alan, unable to hide my excitement. “Can I go check it out up close?”
“Go for it.”
The second I got permission, I bolted toward the RX-7. Its glossy orange body with black stripes was an absolute eye-catcher. Full Veilside body kit, 13B engine with an HKS turbo, Veilside exhaust and seats, Sparco steering wheel and harness—every nook and cranny of this car was packed with top-tier parts. This was straight-up my dream car come to life.
“Where’d you get this thing?”
“Been around for a while,” Phii Alan replied casually. “Got it last year, actually, but some kid thrashed it to hell. When it came back, I thought it was scrap metal. So, I stashed it in the showroom, ordered parts here and there, fixed it up bit by bit, tuned it slowly. Just finished it recently.”
“That’s insane…”
“You like it that much?”
“Hell yeah, bro,” I said without hesitation. “This is my dream car.”
“What about your Cayman?” Phii Alan asked about the car I drive regularly now, the sleek Cayman that Jeff said I saved up to buy myself last year.
“I like that one too, but it’s not my dream car.”
“Gotten bored of driving it, huh?”
“Nah, it’s just…”
“Wanna take this one for a spin?”
“Huh?” I asked again, thinking I might’ve misheard.
“Isn’t it your dream car?” The captain smirked, raising an eyebrow to tease me a bit, but trust me, I wasn’t mad at all. Realizing he was offering me something beyond my wildest dreams? “Take it out on the track.”
“But I’m not a racer…”
“If you drive it well, this car’s yours.”
Every lingering question got locked away in a safe, along with any sense of politeness. I knew I should’ve refused once, played the humble card a bit, but if I did that and Phii Alan changed his mind, I’d probably go home crying for days. Even if he didn’t actually give it to me, just getting to drive it once? That’s already a massive blessing.
Beyond the dream car I was driving, the gear I was wearing was on another level. I never thought Team X would let a non-racer wear their racing suit, and what’s even crazier is that the spare suit Jeff prepared fit me like it was custom-made.
“Drive easy, let your instincts take over,” Phii Alan said, lightly patting my shoulder. He probably thought I was nervous about driving such a cool car. I figured I’d be all clumsy and overly excited too, but once I actually sat in it, I felt this weird sense of familiarity I couldn’t explain. “Have fun out there.”
“Thanks.”
Phii Alan nodded before walking away from the track. I sat back down to focus for a moment, getting ready to take my sleek beast for a spin. But before I could even reach for the ignition, I heard the roar of another car approaching from behind. It got closer and closer until it finally stopped right beside mine.
“Wanna split the track?”
It was Phii Babe.
He was in his racing suit, with his stunning Skyline growling intimidatingly, and he was challenging me to a race.
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