RACE OF THE WORLD

CHAPTER TWO

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  "Delilah fucking Reed." Milo clapped loudly as he walked toward Delilah. Everyone on the track turned to listen to the conversation. "I am so glad you gave this a chance." He grabbed both of her hands and looked into her eyes. "You've been tweeting about her non-stop," Apollo said as he walked up behind Delilah. "She's the whole reason all these people showed up," Milo held his arms up with a big smile. "And you," Milo walked toward Apollo and placed one hand on his shoulder. "I'm so glad you could make it! Not giving you any troubles with those brand deals, am I?" Milo laughed as if he knew Apollo was lying about the deals. Apollo stepped back, showing he did not want him touching him. "Delilah asked me to be here," Apollo said, pulling on her side. "Well!" Milo clapped his hands again, "Thank you again, Miss Reed." Milo pulled her away from Apollo, throwing his arm around her shoulders. He turned to the crowd watching, having her more forward than he was to show her off like an award or something. 

   "Wow! There's a lot of you. I didn't even think sixty-four people would show up!" Milo smiled, showing all his teeth. "But, we're here! And we don't want to be here more than needed!" Milo chuckled, the crowd was still silent. After ten seconds of complete silence, Delilah spoke up. "I don't mind going first, Milo." He smiled again, "Perfect!" He pulled her over to the starting line, which already had a car. "She's the one with the twenty-second lap." A man whispered as she walked by. The man he told it to laughed. "Twenty seconds? Let's see if she can pull it off now." He said still laughing as if it wasn't recorded for a world record. "It was nineteen, you're rounding it." Apollo's voice joined the conversation. Delilah peeked over her shoulder and saw him grinning at her. "Whenever you're ready, Miss Reed." Delilah turned back to Milo and saw him holding a helmet for her. "Sorry," She said, sliding it on. Milo helped her into the car and stepped away. He walked in front of the crowd when Delilah started to take off. "You are all allowed two," He held up two fingers. "Two warm-up laps, but your third lap will be your official time." He turned to find Delilah on the track, she hadn't finished her first lap yet. She was slowly swerving on the turf to get the feel for it. 

   "We will only take your third lap's time. Doesn't matter if you're the second lap is faster," He shook his head with his words. Delilah finished her first warm-up lap and started to fly on the track. "Damn!" A couple of people in the crowd yelled. "She ain't even going yet," Apollo grinned, bragging about his girlfriend. "Have none of you guys raced with her before?" A man asked, " I don't need to be reminded of how badly she beats me every race." A man who was already upset she showed up yelled back. A man named Axel Johnson started laughing, "You guys are such kiss-asses." He said, stepping forward. Apollo turned to look at him, "You going to beat her time?" Apollo asked the man, "Beat?" He started to laugh again, "I'm going to drag her ass on that track." He made sure he was heard, Apollo nodded his head. "We'll see, big guy." He turned back to see Delilah run her third lap, but she was already out of the car and walking toward the group. 

   The only people who watched the lap were Milo and the flagger timing it. "Aboustly amazing, Miss Reed." Milo met her halfway, "Thank you," She smiled. "How'd it go, baby?" Apollo asked her, and she shrugged. "When are times being announced?" She looked at Milo, "Oh, I need to tell you guys about that." He made sure the crowd was paying attention before he spoke. "Like I said at the conference only sixty-four of you will be moving on. And I also said that you will be grouped up into teams of four." He looked around to make sure he was being listened to. "Well, what's sixty-four divided by four?" Before anyone answered he did, "Sixteen, very good. To make this teaming process as fair as possible, the top sixteen of you will not be on the same team." Milo noticed the amount of confused faces. "So, our number one racer today will be on team one. Our number," He paused for a moment, "three racer will be on team three, and finally our number sixteen racer will be on team sixteen." He clapped his hands together, "The other three team members for each team will be completely randomized."