Oops, Wrong Girl to Bully Chapter 57

Justin’s POV

My brain exploded.

He'd won the Wildpath Championship three years running. In the North American werewolf racing scene, he was basically unbeatable.

But not long ago, Tyler had a racing match against a mysterious female racer.

In the end, that mysterious female racer won.

And Tyler...

Actually went over a cliff with his car!

Dead!

And according to insiders, before Tyler died, he'd been staring with terrified eyes, as if he'd seen the most horrifying thing in his life.

Regarding Tyler's bizarre death, people inside and outside the racing circuit had all kinds of theories. Some said that female racer had done something to sabotage things; others said the mountain road was too slippery and he'd accidentally fallen off.

But I was more inclined toward the former.

So after hearing Aria's words, I was extremely terrified.

A horrifying feeling rose from deep within my heart.

Could it be that the mysterious female racer who killed Tyler...

Was this high school girl standing in front of us!?

I stared at Aria with a horrified expression. The guys beside me had the same look.

"Justin, what the fuck do we do?"

Wyatt had been all cocky earlier. Now he was practically whimpering next to me.

I glared at him. "What can we do? Take the L. No race is worth getting killed over."

I led the crew and walked away quickly. I knew very well that not many people could play with their lives in racing like Aria did. Of course we wanted to win, but the premise for all of this was that it wouldn't threaten our lives.

What's the point of winning if you're dead?

Angelina’s POV

Jax and the others had no objections to my arrangement. After all, Leo had experience, and the first qualifying race was crucial for us.

Leo loved racing anyway, not to mention that today he was driving the Lamborghini Veneno he'd been dreaming about.

I could tell he wouldn't mind running six races.

In fact, after finishing these six races, my brother probably wanted to keep going.

But unfortunately, there was no one left to race against him.

The results were naturally as expected.

Justin and his crew—none of them pulled any dirty tricks.

Leo—six straight wins!

Apex Racing Team—total victory!

Because of this outstanding qualifying race, the Apex's reputation suddenly exploded in the racing circuit.

When we were leaving, a bunch of girls from the spectator stands came over asking my brother for autographs.

I noticed my brother got so scared he rushed down the mountain, not daring to stay even a moment longer.

"Yo, first race and Apex crushed it. We gotta celebrate—wanna grab some food or something?"

After heading down the mountain, Jax excitedly suggested.

My brother refused:

"Maybe next time. We should head out."

Jax could only shrug it off. "Alright, bet. We'll celebrate next time though, for real."

"For sure!" Leo agreed.

We returned to the Sterling house and parked that beautiful Lamborghini Veneno not far from home.

Leo turned to me. "Wait—whose car is this anyway?"

I knew Leo hadn't asked before only because he hadn't found the right time to ask this question.

Being questioned by him, I blinked.

I hadn't figured out who to claim it belonged to yet.

Just then, Caelan walked over.

He seemed to have just returned to the Sterling house.

Seeing him, I blinked.

I don't know where the inspiration came from, but without even thinking it through, I pointed my finger at him:

"His."

He turned around in surprise when he saw Caelan's handsome face.

Leo cleared his throat.

Caelan must have heard what I said.

Those cold blue eyes of his gradually shifted in this direction after my words fell.

Finally, they landed on me.

Caelan was mysterious and powerful. Being stared at by those sharp eyes made me feel a bit uncomfortable.

I suddenly felt a little regretful.

I shouldn't have claimed the car was lent to me by him.

I didn't know if he would play along.

"What?" His voice was low and sharp.

Clearly, he didn't know what was happening.

I felt conflicted inside.

My brother simply raised his hand, pointing at the Lamborghini Veneno parked nearby, and said to Caelan:

"Dude—didn't know you had a Veneno just sitting around. Thanks for letting me drive it, that was insane."

Caelan remained expressionless and didn't answer. The scene froze, and I felt very awkward.

He turned his gaze to me.

That look seemed to be probing, and also questioning.

Although I felt a bit regretful about pointing to Caelan, since I'd already done it, there was no room for regret.

I was just about to speak.

Then Caelan spoke up: "I lent it to her."

I didn't expect Caelan would actually help me out.

"Hey, thanks man. I really appreciate it."

My brother here was really naive—he believed Caelan's words just like that.

As he spoke, my brother even walked up to Caelan and patted him on the shoulder.

But just as my brother reached out, before he could actually pat Caelan's shoulder...

Caelan's brow suddenly furrowed.

Immediately after, as if encountering something extremely unpleasant, he took a step back. He stood three meters away from Leo.

My brother was stunned speechless. The whole scene had this weird, awkward humor to it.

I shot Caelan a quick grateful look before turning to my brother. "Come on, let's go home."

"Yeah, alright." Leo nodded.

Although he didn't quite understand Caelan's reaction...

He didn't dwell on it either, still immersed in tonight's pleasant racing atmosphere.

Leo and I walked through the front door together.

These past few days, I hadn't had much interaction with Caelan. So little, in fact, that I thought we'd probably never have anything to do with each other again. But I still remembered how Caelan had helped me out that day. I'd just return the favor someday.

The morning light filtered through the classroom windows as I slid into my usual seat in the back corner of Algebra 1. It was late October, and the air had that crisp quality that made everything feel sharper, more awake.

I pulled out my notebook and set it on the desk. The classroom was filling up slowly, students trickling in with that particular kind of tension that only comes on grade release day. Everyone knew what today was. Midterm results.

Ms. Wilson was already at his desk, sorting through a stack of papers. She looked unusually cheerful for someone about to hand back what was probably a massacre of test scores.

"Morning, Aria," Logan dropped into the seat next to me and immediately threw his feet up on the chair in front of him. He yawned so wide I could see his back molars.

"You look tired," I said.

"Stayed up until three playing Valorant." He stretched his arms over his head. "Figured if I was going to fail anyway, might as well enjoy my last night of freedom."

I glanced at him. "That confident about failing?"