It had been two days since I saw Paxton at the computer room. It's also been a day since he had caught me eavesdropping, staring at my hair like he had some clue. And somehow, the news about the upcoming race had spread through the school like wildfire. Everywhere I went, whispers followed me.
“Is the queen going to race?”
“She’s the mysterious rider, right?”
“Do you think she’ll even show up?”
The nickname made my stomach twist. They were calling me a queen. I didn’t even know if I liked it, but the way everyone kept talking about it made me feel like I was important but they wouldn't be calling me a queen if they probably knew who I was anyway.
I had to be careful. I couldn’t just ask around randomly or talk too loudly. People would notice and start tracing back to me. So I walked
