11
LUKE
All f*****g night, I waited to hear something from Evan. I was hoping he’d find a way for me to get to Lara, but he didn’t. That could only mean one thing . . . he didn’t see Lara’s sadness. I should’ve done what I was going to do in the first place and demand for Lara to listen to me. I was done being nice. If she was truly over me, I wanted her to say it to my face.
“Dude, let’s go,” Chance shouted.
Huffing, I looked over and nodded. His bike roared to life and I put mine in gear. Zane Putnam, our trainer, started the clock and we watched it count down. I tried to concentrate on my riding and the feel of the dirt bike beneath me. When I rode, it was like an extension of my body; I didn’t have to think. But lately, my concentration was lacking. Zane could see it, and he wasn’t
