“I don’t care,” I said nonchalantly.
“You used to care!” Josie shouted, shoving me in the arm.
“Exactly, used to. I don’t anymore and have fun with my leftovers, Ralph!” I shouted as
he glared at me.
Josie huffed and walked off. I ignored his stare, not wanting to get into a fist fight before
the big drive came up. I’d hate to put him on his ass. We used to be close but ever since Josie
sank her nails into him, things had changed between us.
“You good?” Tripp yelled, and I nodded, pushing on the gas, signaling I was ready to go.
I took a few laps around the track, pulled over, and turned the ignition off. Leaving the car, I took
my helmet off and passed it to Tripp.
“How’s she running?” he questioned.
“She’s ready,” I stated and smiled, bumping fists with him.
