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“You won’t,” he snaps. “You’ve been riding since you were four years old. Why are you so nervous anyway? You never get nervous.”
Try breaking your leg in half and then ask me that, asshole.
Reiss has had injuries. Common ones. Broken collarbones and wrists. A measly month off the bike and then right back at it. I was off the bike for nearly a year.
“Just going to be some stiff competition.”
Reiss laughs with confidence, “Just say you’re scared of me, bro.”
“Did Landon qualify?” I ask, knowing that Reiss was going to be my main competitor, but Landon would get in my head and, with my injury, I’d be riding more on his level.
“Yeah, he did, but since when are you scared of Landon Tate?”
My nose wrinkles, “I’m notscaredof Landon. He’s been training hard though, so he will be a problem, Reiss, and not just for me.”
“I’m well aware of what Landon’s doing.” He snaps, almost defensively.
“Is that why you’re fucking with Mira, trying to get in his head?”
He gets defensive, “You don’t know anything about Mira, not a damn thing. She’s not like him.”
I hold my hands up in surrender, “I don’t know because you won’t fucking tell me anything.”
“I’m just helping her out. She’s got some shit going on.”
I bring my brows together, “Should I be worried about you?”
“Worried about what?” Lincoln says, walking in with Stassie, shutting the door behind her.
“Reiss fucking around with Mira.” I say, and the way Stassie’s smile falls is evident that she either didn't know or doesn’t want to hear about it.
Reiss growls, “Colson, just stop.”
Lincoln crosses her arms, “Yeah, I’d like to know too. Does she have something on you, Reiss? Did she blackmail you or something?”
Stassie chuckles, and Reiss’ head snaps in her direction. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” she smiles wickedly. “Just wondering what kind of blackmail she could have on the world’s most boring human. Did she catch you riding your dirtbike a little too hard?”
Lincoln giggles but Reiss is quick to fire back, “Don’t you have a One Direction poster somewhere you can go finger bang yourself to?”
“Don’t start,” Lincoln warns them both. “I don’t feel like playing referee tonight.”
Her eyes cut to me, and I can feel her silently questioning whether or not I’ve talked to Reiss about us.
Our stare off is short lived when Reiss’ phone vibrates on the counter. I do feel a little jealous when I see Jackson’s name flash on the screen.
“Hey Jack… yeah she is… okay…”
Reiss looks at me and then at Lincoln. “Jack is having everyone over for a lake day tomorrow. Ya’ll wanna come?”
I feel an instant surge of jealousy because I know that he specifically asked Lincoln to come. He asked Reiss if Lincoln was here. The realization that Reiss is okay with Jackson hanging out with Lincoln, just not me, also makes me seethe with jealousy.
“Uhh…” she mumbles. “I don’t know. What are you doing Colson?”
I can feel Reiss’ confusion radiating off of him when she asks what I plan to do, like my plans will dictate hers.
“You should go,” I snap. “What do I care? I’ve got plans tomorrow though.”
