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“Right,” he says, his eyes snapping back up to my face. “You
warmed up?”
“On fire.”
He smirks. “Then on my count.”
We line up at the starting line.
Griffin counts down, “Three, two, one—”
I take off before he says go, speeding down the trail, knowing
he’s at least one pace behind. A quarter-mile into the course he
catches up with me.
“You cheated.”
“No,” I say casually. “I was just evening the score.”
He has no comeback for that. He knows he cheated last time and
I’m confident he’s not going to cheat again. There’s no one here but
the two of us to see who wins.
Besides, I bet he’s dying to find out for real who’s faster.
Right then I know I can’t go through with Nicole’s plan. It feels
too good to be in a real race for victory—I can’t not compete. I’m
going to run this race until my feet bleed. And I’m going to win.
I see a blaze of red out of the corner of my eye.
Turning, I see Nicole’s spiky blonde hair amidst the shrubby
trees and undergrowth. What is she doing h—
A flash of light glows at my feet and next thing I know I’m pitching
to the ground, face-first. Even as I tumble, I feel my feet fly
out from under me and I know it’s not another case of knotted
shoelaces.
No, Nicole just sprained my ankle for me.
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