Page 116 of Flaunt
He starts out with an explosion, ripping through the air like some kind of fucking athlete that he’s not. Or I didn't think he was.
My heart pounds as he flies closer to the sign.
Please be twenty-three. Please be twenty-three.
Everyone’s attention is tuned into the sign, waiting for the numbers to flash.Twenty-four.
My elation from moments before slips.
“No,” I say, walking toward Dad. “He didn’t just tie me.”
Dad’s amused. “Twenty-four and twenty-four are the same number. That means it’s a tie.”
Foxx walks our way, staring at me, looking like he just got through with a yoga workout or something. Not at all winded.
What the fuck?
“You just saved us from having to hear his mouth,” Moss says. “Good work, Foxx.”
“I want a rematch,” I say.
Foxx walks by me and winks.
“What just happened here?” I ask, holding out my hands.
Without saying a word, Foxx climbs in his truck, turns it on, and blows a U-turn in the middle of the road. Then he takes off toward our houses without as much as a honk, wave, or a fuck you.
“That means he’s disqualified, right?” I ask as my family heads to their cars. “I mean, he left without an official reading from Mom.”
Mom laughs. “Oh, Banksy. I love you.”
“I’m the victor here,” I call out. It’s met with a host of mumbles and muttering from my brothers.
Sara hands me my phone with a smile. “Paige said to tell you that you did good.”
I frown. “Thanks.” I point at the cars pulling out onto the road. “They’re just leaving. They’re acting like running a twenty-four at my age isn’t impressive.”
“Probably because Foxx did it at his age too.”
I gasp.
She laughs and takes my hand. “But you know what you can do that’s really impressive?”
My cock twitches. “A number of things.”
She brings her lips to mine but doesn’t touch them together. Her eyes twinkle. “Wanna take me home and show me some of them?”
“Absolutely.”
After a quick kiss, we walk hand in hand toward Betsy.
“But I’ll have you know that I could’ve done better,” I say as we open our doors. “I could’ve won that if we had a round two. Foxx was winded. He was done.”
Sara grins. “I’ll give you two rounds tonight.”
“Make it three.”
“Let’s go, Sparkles.”
