I just stared at him, completely at a loss for words. He had this handsome but cold vibe that made my heart race for all the wrong reasons. His deep voice cut through the air, completely emotionless, and my chest tightened at the sound.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for a response. “Are you alright?” he asked again, and all I could do was nod. I wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came to mind.
His eyes drifted down to the bike. “That bike won’t go too far. And it’s pretty dangerous. Don’t you worry you won’t finish the race alive?” His words hit me like a cold splash of water, instantly draining the pleasant feeling from the moment.
I let out a frustrated sigh as I pulled my helmet back on. I reminded myself of my promise: I wouldn’t let other racers get to me or
