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“Money is money,” mutters Zach. “Who cares who drives?”
I whisper so only he can hear, “I’m not racing for ten bucks. I’ve made serious money so I’m betting serious money. ”
He glances around to verify everyone else has returned to their business. “I’m making serious money now. I’ll match whatever you got. ”
I stare straight at him and, like always, Zach averts his eyes. Zach comes from a broken home, and they’ve always lived on the edge of government assistance. There’s no way this asshole fell into money this fast without playing with the devil. “Tell me you haven’t become Eric’s bitch. ”
Zach nervously laughs, but before he can try to deny it, I hook a foot around the chair next to me and shove it into his legs. “Sit. ”
He looks around, trying to save face, but sits anyway. Once upon a time, he and I could have been considered friends and because of that, I give him this break. “You and I both know that Eric’s bad shit. If you’ve fallen in, maybe I can help you out. ”
Zach bows his head as he pulls his legs under the chair. “He just wants Rachel to race me. That’s it. ”
Fuck me. My fingers tighten into fists. “He wants Rachel and me to fail. ”
His head snaps up. “You’re seeing this all wrong. Eric wants to help us. He said if the two of us work for him then he can pay us cash. Real cash. Not the minimum wage we’re going to end up with after we graduate. We’ll be kings, Isaiah. Not the trash we are now. ”
I kick the wall between us and the keyboard falls to the floor. “Eric owns you now. ”
“Not own. He’s helping me, just like he wants to help you. ”
Before I can ask how the hell he’s become so delusional he believes any of that shit, Mr. Holden enters the room. “Test results are in. I’ll call you out one at a time to go over the results. Isaiah, let’s go. ”
My heart thrashes and I stand, trying to control the anger. I lean down and whisper the threat. “Stay the fuck away from Rachel. ”
“You can’t touch me,” Zach replies.
Since he’s under Eric, maybe not, but Eric’s underestimating what I would do to keep Rachel safe.
Chapter 44
Rachel
WITH MY HAND LINGERING OVER the equation, my pencil rocks back and forth. Third-period Physics is torture. Both of my brothers are in here, along with over half of their friends, and the remaining people in the class love to gossip about me. We were supposed to separate into groups of four, but let’s be honest, I don’t like groups.
The sun filters through the windows and bathes me in warmth. I could probably focus better if I could stop daydreaming about Isaiah. Each time I think of how he rolled us in bed and how his body covered mine, I smile.
“Have you figured it out yet, Rach?” West whispers.
That snaps me out of the daydream. Ethan and West, of course, are in a group together, with two of their buddies. Because the room is uneven, I avoided a group, but I can’t ditch my brothers. They hover next to me.
“There are four of you and one of me. I’d say your odds are better than mine,” I answer. The pencil moves faster in my hand.
“But you’re good at this shit,” says West.
With a screech of metal against the linoleum floor, Ethan slides his desk closer to mine. “She’s got an answer. Give it here. ”
Before I can protest, West grabs my sheet and places it in the middle of his friends. “Thank you, baby sister. ”
“I’m not done yet,” I whisper severely. “That’s only half the equation. ”
“Better than a blank sheet,” mutters Ethan.
“Besides. ” West winks as he flicks my paper back at me. “It’s all about family. ”
“Mr. Young. ” Our Physics teacher looms over the group.
“Which one?” asks West. “There are two of us and a Miss. ”
