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A round of cheers goes off, everyone excited for next week’s game that I’m not sure I’ll be here for.
I hold up the ball. “But this stays in Weston,” I tell them. “Everyone signs it. Come on.”
I grab the Sharpie off Dewitt’s lanyard and pass it off to Farrow with the ball, letting him sign first.
I stuff my pads, shirt, and jersey into my duffel bag, but before I can get to the shower, I hear my name.
“Hunter…”
I look around.
“Hunter!” someone calls.
I see Luca pushing through all the bodies to get to me. “Kade took your car!” he says.
“What?”
He shrugs. “Mace just grabbed me outside. She said he told her you’d ‘know where to find him.’”
How the hell did he take my car? He doesn’t have keys…
But then I stop, realizing. I have a spare set in my desk drawer, and he was in my fucking room last week.
Christ.I slam my locker shut and spin, Farrow already slapping his bike keys into my palm and handing me his helmet.
I give him a nod and shoot off, dashing out of the locker room.
“You want us to come?” Luca shouts.
But I’m already gone. I run outside, still in my pants and shoes as the chilly air hits my chest, and I feel the dirt on my fingers as I grind my fists.
I’d know where to find him?
I stand outside, people filling the parking lot as they make their way to their cars.
We didn’t have a place where just the two of us hung out. I have no idea…
Then, I stop.
Dylan.
He would go to Dylan to take the only other thing from me that he can.
Climbing on Farrow’s bike, I head the short distance to Fallstown, forcing myself to not speed, and determined not to fight. At least in front of her.
I pull onto the empty country road, not driving long before I see the long driveway into the race park. I coast down, trees on both sides, and spot my car dead ahead, at the end of the lane, just before the track. A parking lot sits to my right, and I see a blue and black motorbike race around the bend, continuing on around the Loop.
Kade leans against my hood, only the back of his head visible as he watches Dylan.
Parking the bike next to my car, I climb off and remove the helmet, hanging it on a handlebar.
I walk to his side and lean against the car.
He draws in a breath. “I’m sure she thought I was you from a distance and yet, she ignores me.” He glances over at me. “She mad at you?”
I give a small smile, watching Dylan lean into the far turn. No one is here, which is odd for a Friday night, but with the game, I guess Jared gave the crews the night off. “She’s busy,” I tell him. “And you and I have drained enough of her time.”
I can’t remember the last time we stood so close and didn’t yell.
