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Loren

I don't think this is a good idea but it's already too late. I'm already at the race with Carlos.

It's crowded. Very crowded. And that didn't make me feel any better.

"Wait," Carlos grabbed my wrist. "did your hair grow shorter or something? It wasn't this length this morning." He points out.

I froze.

"No. You're hallucinating." Lie.

It did gone shorter but that it grow shorter. I cut it. A few trim won't be able to notice but Carlos has one hell of a sharp eyes.

"You sure?" He asks.

"Yes." Lie.

"Let's go then. I'll bring you to my team." He said.

I follow him to a group of people who's dancing and drinking. Few holding a cup and other few holding a whole bottle of vodka.

"This is my team." Carlos introduce.

"Do you guys have a name for your team?" I asked.

"Nope but people call us the devil." I cringed.

"That's weird." Carlos laugh. "It is."

He then went to tap a girl arm and she swing around to look at him. Her eyes widen and grins.

"Carlos!" She hugs him.

"Claire," he hugs her back.

They break apart and she glance behind him and survey me.

"Is that her?" Her eyes shine more.

"Yep. That's Loren. My stepsister." Claire push her cup to Carlos and walk up to me.

She then bring me into a suffocating hug.

"Hi," I blurred.

"Hey~" she grins.

"You're even cuter in real life." She beams.

"Thank you. You look beautiful yourself too." I compliment.

"Thank. I look just like my mom." She said.

"Anyway, can you race?" She asks.

"A little." I said.

"That's great."

Whistle and cheering start going even more wild, "there come the Satan."

"Satan?" I questioned.

"Asher team." Carlos stand beside me.

He lean down to my ear, "don't get too close to his team."

I nodded, "are you guys gonna compete?"

"We both won the last round so we'll be the last race." Carlos hand me a cup.

"It's coke. You're too young to drink."

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