Loser

Charlie

Rick had one hand cupped to his mouth and was yelling for Benji to punch it. Mason was more reserved with both hands in his pockets and a cool expression on his face like he already knew the first place spot was going to the Lancer.

Which maybe it was.

I knew more about bikes than I knew about cars, but as I turned back to watch Benji and the Lancer close the last quarter mile I knew it would take a miracle for him to take first place.

The cars were seconds away. I held my breath as they came in hot and Harley’s grip on my shoulders tightened. They screamed past us, and it was obvious that the Lancer crossed the line a good hood length ahead of Benji’s Hellcat.

I exhaled with disappointment and felt all the tension leave my body with that breath.

Harley patted my shoulders. “Second is still a brilliant place to be. He’ll be placed in front for the next race. And this was his first go at anything of this capacity since last year, babe. He did good. Great even.”

We watched as th