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separating us.  Once we were on the road, he hit the throttle.  The car lifted to the right, my head jerked back, and I could feel the rumble in the floorboards from the exhaust.  He was going fast.  I wanted to tell him to slow down but it didn’t come out because of the exhilaration I felt.
    Everyone but Gavin stayed behind.  He followed us in his own car.  I chuckled as I thought about how ironic it was that everyone but Gavin was partying at Gavin’s house.  Chloe had been incredibly disappointed when Logan left so quickly after he had arrived, giving him a pouty face as he left.  I wondered what their relationship was, but then quickly brushed the thought aside, telling myself that it didn’t matter and that I shouldn’t care.
    We approached a gas station packed with what seemed to be twenty different compact cars in the lot, some with their hoods up, many of them looking incredibly flashy.  A group of people surrounded the cars, and as we drove by, a girl pointed to us and shouted something, causing the people to scatter back to their cars and disperse from the gas station, following us to our destination.
    We arrived at an industrial park a few minutes later.  The people got out of their cars as they parked, some staying close to us, others going up the road further.
    “Stay in the car for a minute. I’ll be right back,” Logan instructed me as he got out of the car.
    Clearly, he wasn’t aware that I didn’t take orders from anyone, and I followed him out, causing him to stop at the sound of my door closing. 
    “What the hell?” he exclaimed, as he looked at me with a confused expression.
    “What?!  You’re not the boss of me,” I so eloquently replied, causing his confusion to melt into amusement.  I giggled at my childish remark.  Didn’t he know I’ve never been to anything like this before?  I wasn’t about to sit, waiting around in a car while there was all this activity.  How boring would that have been?
    “Alright then,” he replied as he extended his hand out to me.
    I placed my hand in his, and we walked over to where Gavin was already in a negotiation with another guy, who looked older, mid-twenties maybe.  The intense, anxious look in the guy’s eyes, along with his constant rocking and fidgeting, hinted to the fact that he was not here for fun. They seemed to finish their negotiation just as we approached.
    “Are we all set, Derrick” Logan asked his competitor.
    “Yeah, we’re good, man,” he replied.
    Logan turned to Gavin for confirmation.
    Gavin nodded. “Let’s do it, man.”
    Logan shook hands with Derrick then began to walk back to his car, pulling me with him. 
    Geez, that was quick. They must mean business.
    Logan looked at me for a moment, contemplating something, then smirked and turned around, looking back at Gavin and the man.
    “Oh, and Liv’s gonna be the flag girl,” he announced with a gigantic grin.
    “What?!” My eyes widened and my heart started pounding. “What the hell does that mean?  What does a flag girl do?”
    “Don’t worry, Liv.  It’ll be fun,” he encouraged. “You’re going to tell us when to go.  All you have to do is stand between the cars, lift your hands up above your head, and when you want us to go, drop them down to your sides.” His reassurance settled me slightly, and my panic dissolved into excitement. 
    “Ok, fine.  I’ll do it.” I replied with only a slight hesitation.
    He pointed to a spot in the road. “That’s where you’ll stand,” he said, then he and Derrick got into their cars.
    I stepped into place, facing Logan’s Mustang on my left, and the man’s royal blue Honda Civic on my right.  The drivers revved their engines.  Looking over to my right, the man with his brows deeply furrowed, and a focused, troubled expression, nodded that he was ready to go. 
    I looked to my left, seeing the corner of Logan’s mouth turned up as his eyes met mine, and with an expression exuding calmness