Rodeo

4)

Kylie's POV

The race was almost over. Brandon had wrecked, Ty had wrecked, I felt like it was do or die time. And the only person causing these wrecks, was none other than Riley Herbst. What a coincidence!

I flew through turns one and two, keeping an eye out for him as I constantly checked the rearview mirror. The thing that also sucked...was that they had a monitor on me for my heart rate and my stress levels because I was a rookie. Not to mention, I was feeling light headed from breathing heavily. My ac wasn't working, and I was forced to go without it. Which was fine, I wasn't going to complain. I needed to get that position, and right now I was hanging comfortably in ninth.

"Kylie, you're stress levels are higher than they are during training and the last race. What's up?" Donnie asks.

"Riley hasn't gotten into your head, has he?" Larry asks.

"No. I'm fine. But if he's out there driving like that I wanna know where he is."

"I'm your eyes in the skies. He's in turns three and four right now, he's gaining speed though."

"Wonderful." I mumbled.

"Are you feeling lightheaded at all?" Donnie asks.

I paused for a few minutes, noticing everything was starting to look a little hazy.

"Yeah."

"Bring it to pit road-"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I'm okay, it's not bad."

"Kylie you don't know your limits yet."

"Oh fuckin well." I answered, driving through the corners, and finishing the race thirty laps later with a ninth place finish. I brought the car down pit road, and then went to climb out. But my legs felt weak, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I unbuckled, and stayed there for a few minutes, watching everything blur together.

I looked out the window, seeing my tire guy ripping down the net and holding out his hand. I took it, climbing out of the car and then feeling my legs become weak. I tried to make it to pit wall, but I could feel myself side stepping without even meaning to. Donnie and Matthew stood by my sides, making sure I walked in a straight line without touching me. Which was appreciated. I could do this on my own. Being stubborn, independent, and determined wasn't the greatest combination but it got the job done.

"Maybe we should get you to the infield care-"

"Don't you dare." I looked at Donnie. He nodded, and nodded at Matthew who handed me my waterbottle. I opened it, taking a long drink. My vision had cleared up, but my head hurt and I was still nauseous.

Jamie had walked by with the camera, so I put my head down and avoided eye contact so she wouldn't interview me. That was borderline embarrassment to do something like that, or at least I thought it was. Anything for the veiws, I guess.

I sat down on a stool in my garage, leaning against the wall as I unzipped the firesuit. I struggled to pull my first arm out of the sleeve, and was becoming a little frustrated.