Page 137 of Test Drive


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Carter peers at him. “Anyone else feel like Adam’s weird, lately?”

I stare at my childhood buddy a while longer, and I can’t help but agree. Somethingisdifferent about him, Cart’s right. I search Adam’s face, trying to put my finger on exactly what…

“Oh my God!” I jab a finger at him.

“What? What’s up?” He frowns.

I lean in for a better look. “He did it! Adam actually fuckingdidit!”

“What?” Lane whips around. “Hedidit?”

“Look at him! Look at the glint in his eyes!” Carter gasps. “Iknewsomething felt weird.”

Adam flaps his arms around his face, warding us off. “Are you guys for real?”

“Pleasetell me you didn’t sleep with my sister.” Donovan mimes outrage. “Absolute disgrace, dude!”

“Hey, that’s my line!”

“Damn.” Don grins. “Shame Carrie wasn’t here to hear that.”

I raise my hands in the air. “Adam isn’t a virgin anymore—I can finally die happy.”

Don’s eyes are shining. “We can finally talk dick!”

“Shame Carrie wasn’t here to hearthat,” Lane snorts.

Adam rolls his eyes. “Like that ever stopped you guys before.”

“So? What was it like?”

“Stop! Everyone keeps forgetting she’s my goddamnsister!”

Adam rubs his temples before leaping to his feet. “I’m going to bed—you guys are exhausting.”

“Even the way hewalksis different.”

Don starts clapping. “Well done, man.”

“You’re my hero,” I say, pumping the air with my fist.

Adam slinks off to bed, and it doesn’t take me long to follow suit, drifting off as soon as my head hits the pillow.

The next morning, I don’t have class until eleven, so I treat myself to a lazy morning. I whip off the comforter and reach for my phone, and when I spot two missed calls and a voicemail from a sports journo buddy of mine, I flop back on the bed and hit play.

“Hey, Lewis—call me back! I lined up two tryouts for you. Charlotte and Atlanta.”

No freaking way.

I play the message back on loop, letting it sink in, my heart pounding like crazy when I finally hit dial.

“Lewis!”

“Sorry, Seb—I slept in. Talk to me!”

“Well, I’ve been pimping you out to the Hawks and Hornets guys. Showed ’em your stats, and they’re totally down for you hitting up their workouts. Starting today.”

“Holy fucking shit!”