My chest rose with a full, relieved breath.
Ever looked me up and down, lip curling. “Chill. She broke up with him while he was in the hospital. I’m pretty sure she started seeing another racer before he woke up from the coma. Which he was in for onlya week.”
“So a raging bitch,” I said.
“Ooh, someone’s defensive of her loverboy,” Everly teased and scoffed when I threw a cushion at her face. She clutched my weapon of choice to her chest, confiscating it from me. “I hope they’re not together. Though she walked straight into the paddock like she owned his cock. I think he was trying to avoid her.”
My nose wrinkled.
“And she couldn’t shut up about him while I was training the new girls. But it was giving arrogance, not love.”
Maybe she and Zoltán were perfect for each other then.
5
Chapter 5
Fia
I am fluent. I am rehearsed. I am educated. I am Hungarian.
I am in control.
I do not need to worry.
I’m allowed to worry—but I don’t need to.
Everything will be okay.
To anyone around me, I was confident, calm, and caffeinated.
Three things I always aspired to be.
Head down in my locker, I kept on scrolling through my socials, blitzing past any account that wasn’t@ZoltánFarkasor@Noraaaaa12.
Nothing new from either of them—not since I stalked their profiles until 3 a.m. The results of such unhinged late-night behaviour were minimal: They’d been together for two years before the crash. She posted him. He didn’t post her. Or he deleted them all.
She’d posted a picture of him to celebrate his StormSprintdebut, but the missing scar on his jaw told me it was an old picture. And I’d zoomed in to make sure. A couple of times.
I’d screenshotted the post first. Because I had learned my lesson.
Most of my night scrolling was enjoying his profile. He had pictures with dogs at adoption centres, playing football, and on a dirt bike.
I kept scrolling, trying to find something that would make me hate him. No luck. But every post made it worse. His dry and witty captions, his ironic emoji usage.Him.
When @Noraaaaa12 walked in, I inched further into my locker, looking at her through my hair.
She made a beeline for my racer.
Like she owned his cock.Thank you for that visual, Everly.
He was talking to our team director, though his broken English was worse than usual today.
There was every drive in me to prove myself. I knew the right thing to do was to go over there and translate for them, showing my eagerness.
But I kept scrolling, even if I wasn’t looking down.
I didn’t want to talk to Zoltán.
