Elena's pov:
I attacked Ryle the moment I caught him alone during lunch, grabbing him and pulling him all the way to my secluded table.
"What's this thing I'm hearing about Knox and a race?" I asked, under my breath.
His eyes widened perceptively behind his big fashionable glasses. Yes. My best friend thought he needed an even bigger fashion statement than his pretty boy's looks.
His hair was styled in a messy pompadour, which made him look younger than he actually was and he was sporting an earring on his left ear. He was really rocking his new look. Until he gets bored of it, that is.
"Who knows?" He shrugged, avoiding my gaze and picking at his corn cob.
"You," I stabbed a fork at him, "you know. You know all the gossip going around school. Now spill the beans."
"Can't, princess
