The Plan

Laina

The RS Mason was going to drive tonight was a hollowed-out shell. I supposed it made sense. The lighter the car, the faster it would be, but it sure as hell was far from comfortable. The seat was firm and creaked beneath me every time I moved. The roll cage was low, so I had to sit with my head tipped slightly to my left.

By the time we arrived at the location for the first race in The Streets, I had a kink in my neck.

Benji parked the car with those that were not racing. We both got out, and I peered around, looking over the heads of the others in the crowds to try to spot Mason.

“He won’t be here until right before the race starts,” Benji said as we made our way over to the registration area.

I nodded. It made sense. Mason was committed to not letting on that he was racing tonight. He was going to come right before the race, and he was bringing Benji’s car so he could race as well. I was a bundle of nerves.

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