Aston's POV From the corner of my eyes, I saw Viper closing in on me! He was right on my tail, pushing hard. His eyebrows were knitted together furiously. Just like me, he hated to lose! I saw it in the way he gripped his bike furtively. If I could see his knuckles, I'd bet they were pale white from his gripping. I pushed ahead, staying just an inch or two ahead of him. As we turned the corner, I pressed harder. He pressed harder. The nose of his tires pushed into my lane. I felt him tight behind me. He kissed the back of my tires, angrily. Once, twice, thrice. He was working harder to knock me off."No, you're not!" I said through gritted teeth and kept my bike steady. For weeks now since I joined the races, I'd slowly worked my way to number 2 where I'd started competing against Viper. It'd been weeks of failing to beat him. Weeks of trying to earn his respect. Weeks of trying to work my way into his inner circle. Viper was strict, quiet, arrogant. I felt a pull towards him
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