The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

practice and stood near the fence with her arms folded.

When Marcus finished his cooldown, she walked over.

“I’m racing next month,” she said.

“That’s good.”

“I’m nervous.”

Marcus smiled a little. “You?”

She rolled her eyes, but there was warmth in it.

“Yes, me.”

They sat on the bleachers.

For a while, neither talked.

Then Madison said, “People keep telling continue reading …