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chance to ruin anything, yet.
    Next time I would make sure to be more careful when he came into the shop. Something told me that he would try again, I hadn’t seen the last of Luke, and I prayed that next time I would be ready for him. As Glen called out the start of the race, I silently crossed my fingers for another victory.

7
    Desmond
    T he flag dropped , and I felt the thrill race through my body as Theresa naturally took the lead out ahead of the pack. By now, it was almost second nature for me to be in front of everyone else.
    I knew my car better than any racer could ever hope to know his own ride. We worked together like old friends, mostly because that’s what we were. This leg of the race was a two-mile stretch, longer than most but built to test drivers and their cars.
    This wasn’t an endurance race, but it wasn’t your traditional quarter mile drag either. It was just long enough to see if your car could actually make it but still short enough that no help was needed from your crew. Unless, of course, something went wrong. Then everyone would jump into action. I was sure that a wreck made for good television, but that was about it. A wreck caused every driver's heart to give away a little bit.
    It didn’t matter how much you wanted to win, or how badly you disliked another driver, harming their car was a cardinal sin. It was one of the reasons I despised Luke so much; he had no moral compass to speak of.
    I had to cross my fingers and hope that Luke hadn’t done anything to the car while he was in my tent hitting on Amber. She was beautiful enough to distract any man, even one as evil as Luke.
    As we passed the half-way mark, I smiled; it looked like this race was going to be another one for the record books. Amber’s improvements had once again proven to give me the edge that I needed over my competition. Just as my thoughts started to wander to Amber and her delicious lips, Theresa jumped violently forward without prompting.
    “Shit,” I muttered to myself.
    I knew that something was wrong as we passed the quarter mile mark. As I had anticipated, Luke was right on my heels. I had no choice but to let off the gas as my car started to sputter, a cloud of black smoke starting to roll out from underneath the hood.
    It was like watching a disaster in slow motion. I knew that I could push her and hold onto first place, but it would probably make it so that she was never able to race again.
    Cursing under my breath, I watched as Luke took the lead, his evil grin infuriating me as he drove past. I knew, at that moment, that he had done something to Theresa, there was no other explanation for it.
    I could hear a shocked Glen calling out the race winner over my headset; he was obviously just as angry about it as I was. Fortunately, he also had a far more level head, and I knew that he wouldn’t say anything to get thrown out of the race.
    As we limped into the garage, I glared at Amber, who was running towards us. She was the last person I wanted to see. Thankfully, she seemed to be looking right through me to Theresa. I scoffed, it was a little too late for her to try and fix things now; the race was over for the both of us. There was no way we would be ready in three days for the next leg. All I could do was storm over to the winner’s circle and give Luke a piece of my mind.
    “Well, you know, it really isn’t just about who’s the better driver,” Luke was saying to a reporter. “It’s also about the team, some people are just cut out for this world, and others aren’t.”
    I glared at him, my anger starting to boil over once again. I knew that if I didn’t turn around, I would get booted from the race also, for murdering him. I spun around and headed back into the garage, still fuming from the contest.
    “Desmond!” shouted Amber.
    I glared at her, “So was this your plan? Huh? To let that dirtbag into my tent to sabotage my car?”
    “What are you talking about?” she asked.
    “You know it