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Authors: Cheyanne Young
Tags: Romance, Young Adult
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cool, or casual, or just say anything because it’s already been three seconds, and he’ll think you’re an idiot.
“Hey, who is this?” I say. Ha! Not only am I casual, I’m clever.
“It’s Ryan, from the track.” He’s clever too. He can’t possibly think I wouldn’t remember him by name alone.
My heart races as I run a hand through my hair. “What’s up?”
“I was calling to see if you’d like to do me a favor.” He’s smiling on the other end of the phone, I can hear it. If the favor is making out with him, then yes, I would love do him a favor.
“Sure,” I say, casual again. I’m getting good at this.
“Can you save me an RV spot with electricity for Saturday but not Friday?” His voice is sexy on the phone. I can picture his face and his perfect white teeth and how his bleach blonde hair covers his eyebrows when he talks. I want to tell him yes and that I’d love to save him a spot, but electricity spots are first come first serve only. Dad made it really clear that I’m not supposed to reserve them. I don’t even know how I would. But then he gives me a “Pleeease” and I think of those blue puppy-dog eyes and I break down and make the stupid promise.
“Wait, did you say Friday night?” I ask, remembering that races are on Sunday.
“Yeah, it’s the regional qualifier this weekend. Races are Saturday this time.” He does this dramatic gasp. “You didn’t forget, did you?”
“No, of course not.” I didn’t exactly forget, since I didn’t know. Maybe I should start paying attention to the race calendar in the kitchen, or to the flyers I Xerox, or to daily conversations with my dad.
“Good, I’m not staying Friday, just Saturday.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” I lie, knowing I’ll never be able to reserve a spot for him.
“Thanks, you’re the best.”
I lay the wrong way across my bed with my feet hanging off the edge for a full minute after we say our goodbyes. I save his number in my phone and analyze the handful of words we had just spoken to each other. It was pretty much business only – no hidden love messages for me to decipher. But there’s always hope for the next time.
A voice at my door startles me and ruins my daydream of Ryan. It’s Shelby, hand on her hip and one eyebrow cocked.
“Well well, who was that?”
Chapter 7
Shelby bounces on the air mattress and listens to every single detail about my crush on Ryan. She doesn’t say a word as I recount walking past Ryan and his friends at the tower and when he asked for my number. She just gnaws on her newly polished thumbnail and looks around the room a lot.
“And then he said it was great talking to me and we said goodbye,” I finish. Felicia would be freaking out by now, clapping her hands together and squealing in delight. She’d tell me how excited she was, immediately jumping into wedding planner mode and figuring out what kind of cake we should have. Shelby, on the other hand, stays quiet and bites her lip.
“What?”
“I don’t know if it’s a great idea to like him.” She says it in a voice only one level above a whisper.
“Go on…” I’m all-ears now. I hope he’s not her ex-boyfriend or mega crush or anything else that would jeopardize our new friendship.
“I’ve known him since we were five-years-old.” She curls her lip like the sheer thought of that makes her want to vomit. “Ash has too, obviously. They hate each other.”
“Is that all?” I can breathe normally now. It’s just a hatred. Not a crush.
“It’s worse than it sounds. They are both really good riders, but Ryan has a lot more money than us. He’s Ash’s only competition for making it to the pros, and he makes Ash’s life as hard as possible. Ryan knows everyone in the business and exploits that to his full advantage. Ash works hard for what he has.”
“So that’s why they hate each other?” I ask. “Money?”
“I don’t know actually – he’s never told me.” She
“Hey, who is this?” I say. Ha! Not only am I casual, I’m clever.
“It’s Ryan, from the track.” He’s clever too. He can’t possibly think I wouldn’t remember him by name alone.
My heart races as I run a hand through my hair. “What’s up?”
“I was calling to see if you’d like to do me a favor.” He’s smiling on the other end of the phone, I can hear it. If the favor is making out with him, then yes, I would love do him a favor.
“Sure,” I say, casual again. I’m getting good at this.
“Can you save me an RV spot with electricity for Saturday but not Friday?” His voice is sexy on the phone. I can picture his face and his perfect white teeth and how his bleach blonde hair covers his eyebrows when he talks. I want to tell him yes and that I’d love to save him a spot, but electricity spots are first come first serve only. Dad made it really clear that I’m not supposed to reserve them. I don’t even know how I would. But then he gives me a “Pleeease” and I think of those blue puppy-dog eyes and I break down and make the stupid promise.
“Wait, did you say Friday night?” I ask, remembering that races are on Sunday.
“Yeah, it’s the regional qualifier this weekend. Races are Saturday this time.” He does this dramatic gasp. “You didn’t forget, did you?”
“No, of course not.” I didn’t exactly forget, since I didn’t know. Maybe I should start paying attention to the race calendar in the kitchen, or to the flyers I Xerox, or to daily conversations with my dad.
“Good, I’m not staying Friday, just Saturday.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” I lie, knowing I’ll never be able to reserve a spot for him.
“Thanks, you’re the best.”
I lay the wrong way across my bed with my feet hanging off the edge for a full minute after we say our goodbyes. I save his number in my phone and analyze the handful of words we had just spoken to each other. It was pretty much business only – no hidden love messages for me to decipher. But there’s always hope for the next time.
A voice at my door startles me and ruins my daydream of Ryan. It’s Shelby, hand on her hip and one eyebrow cocked.
“Well well, who was that?”
Chapter 7
Shelby bounces on the air mattress and listens to every single detail about my crush on Ryan. She doesn’t say a word as I recount walking past Ryan and his friends at the tower and when he asked for my number. She just gnaws on her newly polished thumbnail and looks around the room a lot.
“And then he said it was great talking to me and we said goodbye,” I finish. Felicia would be freaking out by now, clapping her hands together and squealing in delight. She’d tell me how excited she was, immediately jumping into wedding planner mode and figuring out what kind of cake we should have. Shelby, on the other hand, stays quiet and bites her lip.
“What?”
“I don’t know if it’s a great idea to like him.” She says it in a voice only one level above a whisper.
“Go on…” I’m all-ears now. I hope he’s not her ex-boyfriend or mega crush or anything else that would jeopardize our new friendship.
“I’ve known him since we were five-years-old.” She curls her lip like the sheer thought of that makes her want to vomit. “Ash has too, obviously. They hate each other.”
“Is that all?” I can breathe normally now. It’s just a hatred. Not a crush.
“It’s worse than it sounds. They are both really good riders, but Ryan has a lot more money than us. He’s Ash’s only competition for making it to the pros, and he makes Ash’s life as hard as possible. Ryan knows everyone in the business and exploits that to his full advantage. Ash works hard for what he has.”
“So that’s why they hate each other?” I ask. “Money?”
“I don’t know actually – he’s never told me.” She
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