Once the flag went down, they were off, the sounds of their motors revving echoed in my ears. Paxton was neck and neck with another driver, but then a third one came up and tried to sneak in between them. The excitement had my adrenaline pumping. So this was what he was doing the past three nights. I was starting to feel a little better about his intentions on going out.
One lap down and two more to go. He was in the lead and gaining distance. He took the turns with ease, just like he did on the go karts.
“So what’s going on with you and Paxton?” Cliff asked. “You said he’s not your boyfriend and you had no idea he raced, but yet you’re here to watch him.”
I snorted. “I guess you can say I kind of lost a bet and I’m paying him back. It’s really hard to explain.”
Paxton was on his third
