DEREK'S POV

"Hope you won't cry out for Mommy when you lose?" Eric mocked, trying to piss me off and I rolled my eyes, patting my horse instead. My horse looked more interesting than the asshole beside me at the moment.

"It's not nice to ignore a friend," he pouted.

"Stop talking, your voice is sickening," I moved forward, leaving him behind.

"Hey, stop being so cold," he girded up his horse and joined me as we stood at the starting line.

"Are you ready?" A male servant who was the referee asked with a gun in his hand.

"Let's get this over with already, I have better things to...