Page 42 of Burnout
Dots dance along the bottom of the screen indicating she’s typing more. I glance back up at the track. We’re at a short break in the jumps and Brooklyn is riding around while standing on top of her bike. When she hops down and stops in front of the fence, she revs the engine and burns out. The crowd loves it.
I drop my gaze back to my phone.
Avery
I will do everything I can to help you, but I need you to be open to whatever I throw at you.
Me
I draw the line at cartwheels.
She sends another scowling selfie. I look past her to the background of this one. She’s somewhere in a crowd. An apartment or house maybe. There are guys behind her and one of them is definitely checking her out.
Me
Where are you?
Avery
Don’t change the subject, buddy.
Buddy? Seriously?
Colter and the team line up for one of their synchronized tricks. The timing is damn beautiful. A shot of pride rushes through me. Which is the only explanation for what I type next.
Me
Fine. I’m in. I’ll do anything you want.
A few minutes pass without a response.
Avery
Wow. That was easier than I expected. This is Knox, right?
I snap a selfie and hit send.
Avery
The alien did a very good job with your face. It looks almost identical.
Me
Is that your way of saying you like my face?
Avery
?? See you Monday.
Me
I’ll be there.
I’m about to pocket my phone again when she sends one more.
Avery
Oh and Knox…there’ll definitely be cartwheels involved.
