All Chapters of Crossing the finish line: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

The last time I wrote a letter I was sixteen. The last time I expected to receive one back? Never.I stare at the envelope containing the first letter I’d ever received. Thick and brown with one single logo. My eyes snag on the logo and has refuse to move.My heart is thumping so furiously in my chest, I could taste the blood rushing to my head. In my hands, I hold the envelope that will either make or break the company.Father has called at least three times per hour to find out if it arrived. My brothers have been a little subtler, but a buzz of nervousness choked me every time their names popped up on my phone screen. At long last… I have it.Marcus stirs beside me, I don’t look away from the envelope, I can’t.He gasps, even when I haven’t said much to him about it, he knows how important it is to get one of these envelopes.“How did it…?” his eyes dart around us, as if searching for something in the dim room.“Sylvester must have brought it up.” I answer. The man has worked for

The weekend came and took every competing racer and their team to the camp site in the mountains. Every member of my team has worked with me before, and that include the twenty mandatory mechanics, and so they knew of my aversion to being late.If you’re going to be late, you should rather not be there.And so my team is one of the first to arrive. Camp is a gravel site, the smell of earth and nature hanging heavily in the air. I take a huge lungful, and right as I’m expelling the air, I see him.Harrison Kane.He hasn’t noticed me yet. He’s dressed in his Kane gear but not completely, similarly to how I’m dressed. While I feel out of sorts in mine, the leather too stiff as I’ve gotten used to coveralls. On the other hand, he looks as comfortable as he would be if he was wearing pyjamas.He looks exactly the same, and at the same time he does not.Broader shoulders, man shoulders. Filled out from the lanky, long boy I’d seen last at seventeen. The curve of his smile is even cockier,