Marina’s POV
Oliver frowned at me from afar, already with his partner. That's when I knew I was in deep trouble. Or, maybe I wasn't. I was a f*****g racer but still, Varce had never lost a race so maybe he was better than me?
I gulped and stared, waiting for the first racers to commence. I didn't even notice there was a referee until he stood at the beginning line with a flag. It was some guy from our team against theirs and with a whistle blown, they began to race.
Like the boy, I began to panic and also cheer at our member as he raced. The rush of adrenaline was so thrilling and needed burning, and this was the perfect way to do it; jumping up and screaming.
He lost. The one after lost as well. The third person finally won. Imagine my shock when I was picked up by a member behind me
