She turned around, and that’s when she saw him sitting in a chair.
The annoying, arrogant, asshole, prick. He didn’t bother to look up.
Casey surveyed them both. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but whatever it is, it’s gotta stop. A few more races like we’ve had so far, and we can kiss this season goodbye. It’s one thing to have mechanical problems or bad luck because of some shit move another driver makes. But this! Undermining each other the way you are! It’s as though you’re more intent on beating each other than winning! And you’re making dumb-ass moves to do it! I’ve got news for you, you’re not the only two drivers on the track. And I don’t need to tell either of you what we’ve got to show for your performances thus far—shit! And with that car—a car that can win! Whatever it is that’s the problem between the two of you, you need to fix it. And fix it now!”
Glaring at them both, he drew a deep breath.
“I honestly don’t know how much longer the owner’s going to put up with this. So, I suggest you work your shit out before the next race and put in a decent showing.”
He stormed out and slammed the door behind him with so much force Nico felt the room vibrate like it would during an earthquake.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
She glanced over at Rocco. He had his head down and his arms folded.
She was trying to think what to say when he stood up and stomped to the door.
But when he pulled on it, it didn’t open.
He tried again.
“What the—” he yelled, looking down at the doorknob and pulling harder.
“What are you doing?” Nico demanded as she stormed over. “Step aside,” she said once she was beside him.
He didn’t budge, and he didn’t take his hand off the doorknob.
“That’s rich,” he said, glaring at her, “you telling me to step aside. When have you ever stepped aside?”
“I could ask the same of you,” she spat. “Now take your hands off and let me try!”
He didn’t remove his hands.
“Fine!” she hissed. She placed her hands over his, but a sudden spark shocked her and she quickly let go. He must have felt it too, given he released his grip at the same time.
They stood a moment, staring at each other.
I’ll do it.
Grabbing the doorknob, she pulled. And pulled. And pulled.
He stood, arms crossed, wearing not only his racing suit but a smug expression. “Do you really think you can open it if I can’t?”
She scowled and placed both hands on the doorknob, putting all her weight into it.
Hearing him chuckle, she let out an exasperated breath. “What is so damn funny?”
“You,” he said. “Forget it. The door’s jammed. I don’t suppose you have your cell phone on you?”
She shook her head. “You?”
He picked up his water bottle, which he had left on the table, and lifted his arms as if to indicate the answer wasno.
Nico started pounding on the door. “Help! Somebody! Help!”
Rocco went over to a corner and sat down on the floor, leaning his back up against the wall. “No one will hear you. Everyone’s gone. The few people who are still on the first floor won’t be coming up here.”
“Well, how will anyone find us? I mean, if no one’s around …”
