Page 17 of The Player Penalty
“Where’s the 29?” I ask.
Boone Rivers isn’t visible in my windshield, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t hiding somewhere.
“Three rows back.”
My spotter chimes in. “He’s pacing the 48. Looks like neither can get speed out.”
I’m cut from the playoffs, so that’s no longer my concern. Between Jake and Boone, Jake is closest to the cut line. The big wreck might help him to the next round, but I can’t do that kind of math when the final lap is coming up.
“I’m increasing throttle,” I say.
“Go all in. Go, go.”
Fucking car. The air isn’t helping, and I can’t get the speed.
What was it Lily said yesterday? Some people crave recognition, while others seek invisibility.
I prefer to shine like a diamond.
A bump rattles me, the car shoots forward, and the checkered flag drops.
I may be out of the playoffs, but I know how to win a race.
****
A giant trophy helps ease a headache. Go ahead and jot that piece of wisdom down.
Pictures and interviews are done, so I can escape to my trailer and count the minutes until it’s time to go home.
As soon as the final task is complete. “Thanks for that lift there at the end,” I tell Jake.
He came down to victory road after parking his car to join the celebrations. He’s not an official team member, but our newly created partnership is close enough. Jake is putting the effort in, and I respect that.
“It’s my payback. You rode incredibly well today. One of the best cars there at the end.”
I had some of the fastest lap times today, too. “Your bump gave me that speed.”
“I couldn’t find a lane, and you were second best. Congratulations, and I look forward to repeatedly kicking your ass next year.”
“You’re welcome to try.”
I not only won today’s race, but I performed better than every driver still in the playoffs. Plus, my sponsors like me, and that will help with contract negotiations next year. Boone acknowledges how much I add to our organization, even if somewhat grudgingly.
Why do I feel so fucking miserable?
The headache. I need some medicine and a few minutes of silence.
∞∞∞
Back in the trailer, I quickly remove my fire suit before stripping everything else off. The bathroom mirror reflects a couple of faint bruises on my neck. Women cover them up with makeup. I could do the same. Either that or invest in the latest in turtleneck fashion.
I swallow some aspirin and spread out on the leather couch.
Lily: I watched you the entire time. You’re not invisible, Julian.
Her text arrived almost immediately after the race ended. Lily cheering me on the entire time may be my favorite part of the day. I should respond to her.
I toss my phone from one hand to the other and give up after failing to come up with a witty response.
