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“Fine,” she huffs. “It can be Colson’s fault for being so hot.”
I shrug, “That’s fair.”
“How are you guys?”
I relax into the seat of the car, slouching down, “No change because we can’t risk Reiss catching on without Colson having the chance to talk to him about it, but he told me he loves me.”
She all but squeals, “He did!?”
“Yes. It was everything I imagined it would be, felt exactly like I thought it would.”
“Was it amazing?”
“No…” I can’t help but hide my smile. “It was perfect.”
“Like normal perfect orOne Directionperfect?”
I know she means the song but I can’t help but cackle at her attempt to include Harry Styles at every opportunity she can. She’s just as weird as Reiss.
I think about the moment that Colson told me that he loved me, that he’d never want to see me with anyone else when I was clearly his. I’d always felt the exact same way about him.
I’d always be his.
“Yeah Stas,One Directionperfect.”
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Colson
After we get everything set up at the campsites, Reiss and I walk the track. We don’t talk about anything but racing. Both of us are hyperaware that this could be the last time we come to Amateur Nationals.
We’ve both qualified every year since we were thirteen and now the idea of winning and going pro is more like a reality. It will make all the days spent training and the countless hours traveling to different tracks worth it.
I want that for Reiss, he deserves it more than anyone. He’s tough, he’s fast, and soon he’d prove it to all the haters. I have no doubt that he will, but part of me wonders if Lincoln will beat him.
She rode great at East Bend and if she rides like she did that day, there’s a real chance that she ends up on the podium. The one advantage Reiss will have is physicality. The heat will definitely be a factor but probably not adetermining one, considering we were built for this. We spend every single day on these machines and when we’re on the track, it’s like another day at work.
The sun is starting to set and when we get back to the motorhome, Lincoln and Stassie are sitting around the campfire with a bag of marshmallows.
Reiss doesn’t say a word to them, instead he walks inside and shuts the door.
“What’s going on with him?” Lincoln asks.
“Just getting in the zone, you know how he gets before a race.”
She nods, tossing me a marshmallow straight from the bag, “Raw, just how you like it.”
Stas nearly spits her marshmallow out, “What the fuck? Ew!”
“No,” Lincoln says. “I didn’t mean…”
Stas stands up, dropping the bag of marshmallows into the folding chair, “Nope, I’ve heard enough about how he likes it. I’m going inside.”
Lincoln giggles as she walks inside and closes the door behind her.
“She’s so fucking dramatic,” I say, causing Lincoln to smile.
“You have no idea. If only you could’ve been in the car with us on the way here.”
