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‘ no , no ... i don't mind you winning ... especially not since i so clearly let you win. ’ arms cross over her chest as she looks at marcus , tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. there was no way in hell morgan was going to just admit defeat. that would be crazy , and way too easy.

@assidvous - ♡ letterboxd roulette + ( high school musical 2 ) muse: marcus caine. street racer & automotive journalist.

    “ you don't like the fact that i won. ”

char tags pt1.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒐 ，carolina. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒐 ，carolina. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒐 ，carolina.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 ，ripley. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 ，ripley. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 ，ripley.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒂 ，kellan. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒂 ，kellan. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒂 ，kellan.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒆 ，noa. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒆 ，noa. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒆 ，noa.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 ，thierry. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 ，thierry. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 ，thierry.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖 ，morgan. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖 ，morgan. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖 ，morgan.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 ，noah. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 ，noah. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 ，noah.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 ，mercer. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 ，mercer. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 ，mercer.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒏𝒆 ，aaron. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒏𝒆 ，aaron. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒏𝒆 ，aaron.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 ，micah. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 ，micah. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 ，micah.

‘ what can i say , it's why you love me , right marcus ? ’ brow arches as the brunette smirks , shaking her head at the cocky grin he wears so well . ‘ i would give you another go but i think i've fed your ego enough for one night . ’ she teases , but the ache in her leg lets her know it well and truly is enough , but her smile never falters . eyes carefully follow his hand back up to his face after he pats the hood of his car . ‘ prize ? winner calls it , so why don't you tell me . . . ’ offering only the soft shrug of her shoulders as she steps closer to him .

    “ you're just so charitable, morgs. i admire that. ” he leans against his own car, basking in such a harmless victory. “ however, i'd love to see you lose again. you put up a good fight, especially with the unprofessionals. ” marcus flaunts his lack of training, knowing damn well his record of being pulled over is near criminal. burly hands pat the hood of the vehicle, unable to wipe off a cocky grin. “ so what's the prize, miss formula champion? ”

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‘ so what if i'm jealous ? ’