FAZER LOGINSean’s P.O.VThe sun wasn’t even properly up yet, and I was already at the track, leaning against my car and staring at the empty asphalt ahead.The faint chill of the morning air nipped at my skin, but I didn’t mind. I wasn’t usually the type to be up at this hour, and I could tell Coal was just as surprised as I was by my unusual punctuality.“Wow,” Coal said, stepping out of his truck with a smirk plastered across his face. “Sean ‘Mr. Fashionably Late’ is here before the birds are awake. What’s the occasion? Big test day or something else?”I rolled my eyes, already knowing where this was going. Coal had a knack for sniffing out anything remotely personal and turning it into a tease.“It’s for the test,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You know, making sure everything’s ready for the rookie.”Coal chuckled, crossing his
Pakin’s P.O.VMy mind flashed to Sean, to his confident smirk and the way his voice had carried such conviction when he was talking about racing and what it meant to be part of the team.Sean, who had believed in me when I hadn’t believed in myself. Sean, who had stood by me when I was at my lowest, who told me that I could overcome my fears too.The thought made my heart race in a way that this hug didn’t.I closed my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away. This wasn’t the time or place for such confusion. May needed my reassurance, and I wasn’t about to let her down.“You’re a good friend, May,” I murmured, pulling back slightly to look at her. Her eyes searched mine, and I gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile. “Really, stop worrying. Everything will work out.”She nodded, and this time it seemed like she believed me. “You’re sure you’re
Pakin’s P.O.VAfter dropping off Tew at his place, I handed him about half of the money that I had collected from the tracks for that race.Tew’s eyes went huge as he stared at the ward of cash in my hands. “W-what’s this?”“You said that the money will help you with tuition, didn't you?” I shrugged. “It’s the race money from that night. I want you to have it.”“Pakin, I—”“Think of it as a thank you gift for sticking around me for so long and not letting anyone know who I really am.” I gave him a small smile. “I’ll give the rest to Leon when I see him next.”With that, I drove back home alone. The quiet hum of the engine and the occasional sound of the tires against the road were the only company for my thoughts.I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and after that display of bravado at the racetrack,
Pakin’s P.O.VSean’s smirk softened, replaced by something gentler, something warmer. For a moment, he just looked at me, like he was… I don’t know, searching for something?And then, slowly, a smile curved his lips—not his usual teasing grin, but one that felt genuine and unguarded.“Well, damn,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “That’s... probably the best answer you could’ve given. I’m glad our jail time together got through to you.”His reaction eased some of the tension knotted in my chest, even though the mention of ‘jail’ sent a shiver down my spine.I hoped he understood what I was really trying to say—that his persistence, his confidence in me, had been the spark I needed. The spark that would make me something more than ‘the spare’.Sean’s persistence made me believe in myself more than I could let on. I wanted to be more than the royal disappointment, more than the man who was pushed into the background to let my brother shine.Coal stepped closer, his hand resting br
Pakin’s P.O.VThe next morning, I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the collar of my jacket. My reflection stared back at me, a man of resolve and nerves.Today was the day.No more overthinking, no more hesitation. I was going to do this.I grabbed my phone and dialed Tew’s number. It rang a few times, each tone drawing out the anticipation in my chest. Finally, a groggy voice answered.“Hello?” Tew sounded like he’d just woken up, his words slurred with sleep.“It’s me,” I said. “Get dressed. I’m picking you up.”“Why? What’s going on?” he asked, clearly confused.“Just get ready. I need you to come with me somewhere.”There was a pause, and I could hear the faint rustling of sheets on his end. “You’re being vague. Is this something I’m gonna regret?”I smirked despite myself. “No regrets, I promise. Just… trust me.”“Fine, fine,” he groaned. “Give me ten minutes.”When he hung up, I felt a wave of relief. Tew had been my friend for years, and if there was anyone I wanted by my
Pakin’s P.O.VN.B- This story and its content are purely fiction and it’s not an actual representation of the economic or political state of any country, religion, etc. Please be warned that this is all made up to suite the story and not related to any real life incidents.If there was anything my childhood had trained me for, it was to mask my true emotions. As part of the royal family, we had always been taught to keep our composure, especially in the public eye, no matter how troubled or nervous we were.And now that training was to be put to good use.I straightened my shoulders, trying to mask the unease that had been growing in my chest since the car ride began. “You’re overreacting, Dew,” I said, attempting to sound calm and rational. “I didn’t do anything that serious. It’s not like a bar fight is going to bring down the monarchy.”But Dew glared at me.
Pakin’s P.O.VThe next day, I walked into the university with deliberate slowness, like I was a soldier heading into battle, hoping to mask the tension I felt.My body was still stiff from the night I wanted to forget, and my heart wasn’t any lighter. And even though Tew and Leon had dropped the to
Sean’s P.O.VThe roar of engines reverberated through the air, the familiar sounds of power and precision that I knew better than any other.‘This,’ I thought. ‘This was it. The best that life could get.’I stoo
Pakin’s P.O.VThe next day, I went to college, doing my best to act like everything was normal. It was a relatively easy thing to do as long as I kept my head down, but I knew that it would all fall apart once I saw my friends, especially Tew.I walked through
Sean’s P.O.VI woke to the faint hum of a passing car outside the motel window, the pale morning light filtering through the cheap curtains. I stretched lazily, my muscles pleasantly sore from the night before, but as I shifted, my hand met only the empty expanse of







