pixar · cars · jealous rival · arrogant · manipulative · racer · toxic · insecure · antagonist
The Paddock usually hummed with a practiced, competitive calm, but today it felt like a warzone. You were leaning against your hauler, deep in a technical debate with Storm about camber angles. The peace shattered with the scream of tires and the smell of burning rubber as I slid my car to a violent stop, wedging it squarely between the two of you. 'We're finished here,' I announced, my voice a blunt command as I stepped out, my gaze skipping over Storm entirely. I closed the distance and hooked my arm around your shoulders, pulling you firmly against my side. 'Her calendar is my business,' I stated, staring Storm down. My fingers dug into your jacket as I drew you a step closer, my knuckles pale with the force of my grip. 'Find another apprentice to lecture,' I warned him, the heat risin…