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She’s gushing, literally bouncing up and down. See—the electricity of a race is contagious, ‘cause Laney Jo Walker doesn’t bounce.
    “Nice job, man,” Dane chimes in, holding up his fist for a bump.
    “Thanks.” I flick my eyes to him for acknowledgement, but just as quickly back to the stands. Get a pattern, one row at a time, left to right… It’s the best way to make sure I don’t miss her. Back and forth I scan as quickly as possible, getting disoriented every time a group moves. “Damn it!” I yell, throwing my helmet on the ground.
    Laney gasps. “What? Are you okay?”
    I sigh, running a hand down my face. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.” I lean over to pick the helmet back up, still unable to stop my eyes from wandering around hopefully.
    “Don’t you have the finals?” Dane asks, curious arch of his brow.
    He’s right, I had advanced to the big race, but I couldn’t care less about it at the moment. Add racing to the list; one more thing getting the fun sucked right out of it. Sucked out of it. Damn. I shake my head at the ironic pun that peaked my misery in the first place.
    “Fuck the finals. I suddenly don’t give a shit,” I grumble, fiddling with the snaps on my helmet.
    “You want to go out or—”
    I cut Dane off, tired and frustrated. “I’ll meet you guys at home later. I’ve got some shit to do.”
    “You sure? I have at least one beer in me,” he offers.
    “Nah, man,” I pull Laney into me and kiss the top of her head, “but thanks for coming. I thought you hated me racing.”
    “Yeah, well, your roommate can be pretty persuasive.” He chuckles, pulling his woman from my arms to his own.
    “Saw, what’s wrong?” Laney asks, her brows dipped with a worried frown.
    “Not a thing, Gidge. I’ll see you later, okay?”
    “Okay.” She looks back as they walk away and I give her the best smile I can muster.

    “ S awyer, your phone’s ringing.”
    So answer it, dumbass.
    “Sawyer, it’s Dane. You want me to grab it?”
    I think I manage a thumbs up.
    “Hey, drink this, Dane’s on his way to come get you.”
    I lift my head and see that I am… Huh. I’m shitface plastered, sitting at The K. “What?”
    Kasey’s behind the bar, pushing a drink towards me. “Drink up, man. Dane’s on his way to come get you.”
    “What time is it? Who called Dane?” My mouth tastes like ass, my voice a gravelly inconvenience much like sandpaper across my skin.
    “He called ten times and I finally answered it,” he explains. “And it’s three in the morning.”
    I grab the glass and down it, bubbles tickling my nose. “What the fuck did I just drink?”
    “Homemade hangover cure. You’ll thank me in the morning.” He laughs, turning to make me a refill.
    Maybe it’s a play of the drunken mind, but I actually start to feel less fuzzy halfway through the second serving. “You should patent this shit, man. You’d be rich.”
    “Alka Seltzer and Aleve might not like that. Finish it, your ride’s here.” He looks behind me and offers a shaky smile. “Hey, boss!”
    “Thank you, Kasey,” Dane says through clenched teeth. “I’ll lock up, go ahead and head out.”
    “Thanks, Kasey,” I mumble, turning to face my angry friend. “What’s up?”
    “You tell me.” He pulls up the stool next to me. “Laney and I offer to take you out for a drink and you decline, yet you went and got hammered at your place of employment? Your phone broke? It’s three in the fucking morning; Laney cried herself to sleep, she was so damn worried!”
    “Ugh,” I groan, letting my forehead drop on the bar. “I’m fine. I’ll apologize to her.”
    “Yes, you will. Right after you tell me what the fuck is up with you. I’m done, Sawyer,” he says firmly, slamming his hand on the bar. “Start talking.”
    “Can you even remember what you felt like before you met Laney?” I turn my face up to him. “Empty and meaningless and jealous of