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As crazy as all that is, I craved him. I wanted Colson in my life as much as I wanted him out of it. It drove me mad.
It made me crazy that no matter how awful he was to me, I still cared about him.
“It’s not your fault,” I tell Reiss. “Congratulations.”
I meant it. He works just as hard as I do, if not harder. He deserved the win today, I just didn’t need Colson rubbing the loss in my face.
“Your sponsors will be happy,” I add. “Now you just need to win the championship.”
“That’s the plan,” he says. “It won’t be easy. I’ll have to train harder when we get back home.”
“You will be fine,” I state. “At least I’ll have more time to focus on school.”
“I still can’t believe you enrolled in college,” he laughs. “We always said ride till we die.”
I roll my eyes, “I’m still riding. I just need a back up plan. In case Colson Raines continues to slam the door in my face.”
He sighs, “What’s going on with you two lately? You can barely be in the same room.”
I wish I knew.
Standing up to get some fresh air, I give him the only logical explanation I can think of. “We just grew up I guess.”
2
Lincoln
The ride home from a race is usually peaceful, but Reiss and Colson are still in celebration mode. Sometimes we do races alone, since Reiss and Colson both know how to drive this big rig and we’re all getting older now, but it’s nice to have mom and dad on this trip.
Colson’s parents are in Alaska. His dad raced professionally with mine but when he retired, they started travelling for his mom’s job. She’s a marine biologist and is currently doing a whale study.
So now Colson spends most of his time at our house, or at his alone. It’s kind of sad for a twenty year old really.
His grandmother lives in town, and he spends a lot of time at the nursing home visiting her. She fell last year and never really recovered.
I want to ask when his parents come back, but rightnow I’m busy giving him the silent treatment, because fuck him.
My dad speaks up, breaking the tension filled six hour ride home. “Colson, is there any damage to your bike from Lincoln slamming into you?”
I internally scoff, of course he didn’t see what happened. He just assumes that it was my fault.
“Nah, sorry about that. I was blocking for Reiss but I didn’t know it was her.” He smiles back at me, my dad’s eyes focused on the road. “Her bike looks worse than mine.”
I want to stomp my way to him and wrap my hands around his throat.
“I’m sure we’ve got the parts around the shop to fix it, don’t worry about it,” Dad says.
Aggravated, I get up from the couch of the toter home, and make my way to the back, posting up in one of the bunk beds. I can’t stand to be around them anymore.
My phone rings, and the screen fills with a picture of my best friend, stuffing her face with a taco.
“Hey, Stassie.”
“Girl, please tell me you kicked your brother’s hot ass.”
I roll my eyes. All the girls love my brother, it’s gross. “Nope.”
“Damn, girl. I’m sorry.”
