“Go ahead. Take your best shot.” His voice was biting, cruel even. Before flipping the visor to his helmet shut, he looked me up and down, smirking darkly. “You’re just a girl after all.”
Anger raced through me. Huffing, I spun around and marched over to my BMX bike, climbing onto it swiftly. I slammed the visor of my helmet down and turned to look at the bike sitting beside mine. He turned to face me, his helmet covering his expression, but I knew exactly how his smug face looked.
I couldn’t wait to see his expression once I left in spluttering in my dust.
The signal for the race began and we shot off down the course. I was hardly aware of the other racers around me. All that mattered was making Greg McCullen eat his words and preferably choke on them.
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