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Instead of the thought of her and her lies bringing him sadness, a striking look of determination lays on his face as he turns to look at me without giving her so much as a quick glance. “Let’s beat this bitch.”
“What is she driving?” The whizzing motor sounds intimidating.
“It’s a Mercedes GT 63,” he spits, reaching his hand to the backseat.
“Is it fast?”
“Fast as fuck.”
“Will we beat her?”
He turns a nozzle. “I’ve got nitrous.”
Everyone else fades away. This isn’t about us bearing everyone anymore, this is about us defeating the envious green bitch beside us.
She has enough money; can’t she just leave us alone?
The flag girl comes out, drawing our attention forward. “A tiny narrow road for all of these cars … It seems dangerous.” I grip the ‘oh shit’ handle.
It’s so much louder than the normal races, and the ground rumbles beneath the power of fast engines. “Won’t be an issue.” She holds it on in front of her; we’re about to take off.
This is an entirely new world out here. “Why not?”
He looks over to me, shifting into gear. “We won’t be near any of them.”
The moment her flag goes down, we take off.
And stall out.
“Fuck!”
Envy dangles her hand in a wave as she takes off. Foster curses everything before the engine finally revs back to life. “Hold on!” he tells me.
About five cars zoomed past us as we stalled, but Foster is already gaining on them. You know those gravity rides at the fair? Where there’s so much pressure you can barely lift your head up from the spinning momentum? Well, this is like that sensation but instead of spinning you’re just going straight.
My back is stuck firmly to the seat. Taillights become a thing of the past as he gains momentum with every second, a serious look on his face as he goes through the gears.
“We’re right behind her,” Foster sneers.
I don’t talk; I don’t want to mess up the concentration he has right now. So determined, and capable, and powerful. I simply keep my hands to myself, sending a prayer into the night that we’ll beat her.
“I need more Nos. Turn it up,” he instructs me.
I peel my head to look in the back, a bottle of nitrous is sitting horizontally in a casing. I grip the nozzle on top and turn it a little. “Enough?”
“More.”
I turn it a little more.
“Fuck, Skyler. Open it up!” Foster yells as Envy’s taillights get away from us.
“Fine, fuck!” I shout, turning the nozzle until it’s fully open.
I thought there was power before, but now? Holy shit. He sends me a quick, crooked grin before shoving the shifter forward.
We zip pasts closed shops, the rolling ocean, empty fruit stands. We’re on the last stretch, and we’re right next to Envy. Everything is boarded up, a town awaiting a storm that never arrived.
She swerves in our direction, but Foster moves out of the way. “Skyler, if she so much as scratches my dad’s car … I’m going to burn her alive,” he threatens.