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Other than the known track rivalry, I fucking hate him. For several reasons. The horrible fucking posse he totes around, the way he treats everyone he comes in contact with, his dirty racing… just to name a few.
“The fuck happened to your leg, Raines?” he spits. “Don’t tell me you are out for Nationals, cause I can beat this kid…” he points to Reiss. “In my fucking sleep.”
I feel the rage bubble up inside me, “I can’t wait for you to choke in a cloud of my dust. I’ll be sure to flip you off when I cross that finish line before you.”
Landon laughs, “Good to know you are still in there. Word on the street is that you’re going soft.”
Reiss speaks before I have the chance, “Just quit talking your shit and show us on the track. How about that?”
“You gonna need this one to push you to the finish line like last time?” Landon says, motioning to me. “I won’t be so friendly when he’s in my way next time, Reiss.”
The threat seeps off his tongue like poison, and even though I know he’s threatening me, if our deal goes through, he’s really threatening Lincoln.
The mere thought of him hurting her pisses me off. Guilt swirls in my stomach at the thought of my actionsputting her in danger. It makes me rethink the entire thing.
I walk off from the group.
“Colson,” Reiss says, following right behind me. “You alright? I thought for sure you would’ve broken his nose for talking shit.”
I try my best to get out of my head, “Maybe I am going soft.”
“Does it have something to do with my sister?”
The words stun me, “Lincoln? What? What do you mean?”
“I just mean she’s been babying you since she found out about your leg actin’ up.”
“Oh, uh yeah. She has I guess.”
Reiss’ brows furrow, “What’s that about anyway?”
I look across the field to where Lincoln is smiling up at Jackson like he hung the fucking moon. “Nothing I guess.”
He steps in my line of sight, forcing me to take my eyes from them. “Lincoln can be a little overbearing, you want me to tell her to back off?”
“Nah,” I sigh. “She’s good… Besides, it looks like she’s distracted from my leg anyway.”
Reiss’ eyes wander to where Lincoln is and he smiles, “Yeah, they’ve been all over each other lately. I think they’ll end up dating.”
I feel the sudden urge to set the entire field on fire with that comment but I brush him off. “Yeah maybe.”
But not in my lifetime.
Reiss walks away and Brielle slips in front of me, “Hey asshole. You haven’t texted me back in like two weeks. I thought you died.”
“Not dead,” I admit. “Just done.”
She giggles, “I’ve been done before too, Colson. Remember how long that lasted?”
“I’m turning over a new leaf,” I state.
Her eyes dance to where mine are permanently fixed on Lincoln, causing her to blow out a laugh. “Oh I see.”
I jerk my eyes to her, “See what?”
“So you’ve finally decided to grow a pair and tell Reiss you want Lincoln?”
Her words stun me, because I really didn’t think I was that obvious.
