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5. Third-Place Winner.

60 miles. Then 90. 130 miles. By the time I reached above 150 mph, I had already completed half a dozen laps. I had also overtaken the other two racers, but not by much. They were eager to win, and I understood it.

This time, I listened to my crew chief as he told me my surroundings. I fought for first place to get the most points for the season. "34 on your left, next to your backwheel, watch out."

The driver was trying to stay in the inner circle for the turns, but I drove about 20 miles faster just so he couldn't overtake me.

Trade offs for second and third positions went on a lot for the other drivers. They both took turns fighting me for first, but I turned them off each time.

After the first section of the race, we entered the pit for a quick stop before making it out to the pacer car again.

I was in second place again, but the other two drivers had switched from their original places.

It would be harder to overtake the other drivers in the last two-thirds of the race, but I was used to fighting dirty for such a spot.

In time, I gained the front of the other two cars again and kept it until the last third of the race.

My crew gave a faster pit stop than last time, so I made it out of the middle of the track first.

I exhaled, watching the fans gather back to their seats again. It had already been a gruesome hour and a half, but the last forty-five minutes or so would go by so much faster.

"How are the points looking?" I asked the crew chief through the radio.

He laughed. "You're ahead by double, Y/n. There's nothing to worry about there. But you do need to still win the race."

"I know. And it shouldn't be too difficult since I'm already ahead." I hummed, watching my speedometer as the pacer car drove out of the way for the final section of laps.

"They're both gaining pretty quick. You need to expect anything and everything they might pull. Even if it's illegal." He spoke quietly. I remembered the spin out fines I had to pay for Monty, even though it was only partially my fault.

I breathed deeply, focusing on the cement in front of me, the left turns becoming muscle memory.

34 began to try for my inner side again, but I cut them off. Then 12 approached my outter side after a turn, and I sped up.

"I feel like they're working together against me. This is... weird." I gripped my wheel, watching my back mirror.

"It's because they are. It's you against the world, Y/n. Speeding along and hopping for the best is all you can do." My crew chief responded, and I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

I knew he thought I wasn't going to make it. But I, the driver, couldn't think like that. Not with Monty's lucky ring.

I did as he suggested, speeding up a bit as we reached the last dozen laps.

I was still in front, but both drivers were hugging my back wheels. I kept my eyes open for any gaps to get ahead of them so I wasn't caged in.

Laps passed, and I got anxious as I didn't find one. They both kept getting closer until I couldn't tell the distance between our cars. "Are there any openings on the turns? Any patterns I should know of?" I asked desperately into the radio mic.

"I don't see any good patterns, more like mistakes. But 12 has pretty wobbly wheels. 34 is still tight on the inner circle." His voice was straight and bland.

"Alright. I'm gonna try and hold this since I don't think 34 and 12 are going to find a way to pass me." If they haven't done it already, it's likely they won't.