Chapter 6CORBIN
I slammed my fist into my locker, successfully denting it. “Cheap,” I muttered.
“Dang, Mercer, what did the locker do to you?”
“Save it, Ben,” I huffed, feeling the sting of defeat.
“What happened?” His voice was kind, and the dam burst. I needed to tell someone.
“I was nervous about the race.”
“Yeah.”
“I screwed up.”
“We all make mistakes, Corbin.”
I shook my head, “Not like this. This one cost me my life.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yeah, that was Bryson’s reaction.” I closed my eyes, “I just needed the chance to explain, and now I have lost it.”
“Why can Bryson and I see you?”
“Bryson can so we can get our chance and so I can help him move on when it’s time.”
“And me?” he pressed.
“So Bryson has someone to talk to.”
“I see,” he put his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll talk
