Maxwell
The engines roared to life, vibrating through my chest as I swung my leg over my bike. The familiar weight beneath me should have steadied my mind. Racing was the one place I never lost focus.But today nothing disappeared.
My eyes kept drifting, against my will, to the sidelines. Amelia stood behind the barrier, hands clasped in front of her, her attention locked on the track. She wasn’t looking at me, she wasn’t looking anywhere near me. She was watching Adrian and smiling sweetly at him, the way she has never smiled at me before.
The flag dropped. I launched forward, engine screaming, but my focus splintered almost immediately. Every time I hit a turn, every time I pushed for speed, I caught flashes of her in my peripheral vision, leaning forward, tense, invested.
Not in me b
