“Have you heard anything from Theo?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I think he’s keeping his distance from the carnage.”
Everyone is eating and laughing, but Jameson’s standing by the doors staring at his phone. I slip out of the booth and cross to him. He holds out his phone.
Theo: I wanted to win but not like that. Let’s have a rematch.
“What do you think?” Jameson asks evenly.
I’ll make it up to you. To you and Jamie.
Theo’s words come back and I feel my chest light up.
“I think you should do it.”
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Jameson
We don’t waste time scheduling the rematch. Whatever my brother’s shortcomings, postponing the inevitable isn’t one of them.
The do-over race is on the same track. A few dozen witnesses only, key ARI personnel and classmates from the academy.
No cameras. A rule we decided together.
Theo and I look at each other before we start.
“Feel different this time?” he calls to me.
I nod. “You and me.”
I don’t mean the lack of other drivers. I mean that for the first time, it’s on our terms.
The lights go off and we’re speeding down the track.
Each curve, I take from memory. I don’t fight my brother or my father or my expectations. I drive the best I know how.
The rest is faith.
When we cross the line, I’m first by less than a second. There’s no ceremony, only relief in my chest twinged with regret for my brother.
At least Shay’s there when I get out. If I hadn’t noticed her waiting near the finish line, I would’ve spotted Megan’s fuzzy pink jacket.
“You did it!” She launches herself into my arms.
“We did it,” I correct.
“Come on, I didn’t give you any strategy this time.” Her hands find my hair. If she minds that I’m sweaty, she doesn’t show it.
“You gave me exactly what I needed.” I kiss her hard.
Being with her has changed me. She’s made me better, kinder, more open.
Forced me to challenge the things I want. It’s not all about winning, though that’s still pretty fucking fantastic.
In a few months, I’ll get to test myself against a whole new field.
I love that she’ll be there with me. I just love her.