<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Near the Starting Line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9:56 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- None yet<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>His anxiety lifted slightly when Jamie’s voice greeted him on the other end of the line. He began his apology after his roommate took the opportunity to point out how insanely late he was, but didn’t get a word in before being told where he needed to go.<strong>“Thanks Jamie”</strong>, allowing a long sigh before shifting up again and working through the crowd towards where Blaire would be parked. His car drew looks from other race goers, not because it was especially impressive, but because it was new. He quickly learned with these people that no matter how stupid or cliché any of these people were, they all knew their cars and the cars other people drove. John was unfamiliar, all at once feeling sort of like a new wolf walking into the middle of a pack.<br/><br/>The unsettling imagery disappeared when he found Blaire, Jason, Jamie and a few others he did not recognize standing next to the blonde’s familiar vehicle. He had made it, the race had not started yet! Sure he would probably get flack for being tardy to class, but the real meat of the lesson was about to begin. His white Mitsubishi pulled into the next available spot, picking up the bag with his change of clothes before stepping out of the car and into the evening. The country air had never smelled so much like cigarettes and exhaust fumes ever before. Somehow that only acted to make him more nervous. At least back in his car he could have cut town and run, but now he was really here, and in soon enough he would really be racing.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey guys, sorry I’m late and… like this”</strong>apologizing also for the blue hospital attire. He had promised Blaire the night before that he would not wear scrubs to the race. All he ever seemed to be wearing were these damn things.<strong>“But I came prepared”</strong>holding up the bag at his side. His muscles tightened when he found Jamie in that outfit. Over the course of the day he had bet with himself that she wouldn’t go through with wearing that thing out in public. He was glad he had lost.<strong>“Would you care if I went around telling everyone that I get to go home with you tonight? Might score me some points with the guys here”</strong>laughing at his own joke again. He had to joke, or else he might end up shaking again.<br/><br/><strong>“I don’t suppose this place has a bathroom where I can change?”</strong>John asked, directing the question towards Blaire. Knowing how familiar she was with this operation.<br/>