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Chapter 5: Talladega part 1

Baileys POV
I got up, showered, dressed in joggers, a Bass Pro Shops Hoodie from the box that arrived at my doorstep. I looked at the new Hat I got with my number: 98. I slipped on my Van's and grabbed two extra outfits, stuffing them in my bag, along with everything else I was gonna need. Hallie and I had planned on shopping in Talladega. I drove to the airport, and was greeted by Kyle Busch. It was early for me, I'm the type of person that likes to sleep in. It's a slow, but work in progress habit I'm breaking.

"Mornin Bailey."

"Mornin." I said, still trying to wake up. I could tell Kyle was about to ask what was up. "I had a long night last night, and I'm not prepared for the awkward confrontation today." Before he could ask for details, Noah had his arm around my shoulder.

"Mornin sunshine." Noah kisses my forehead. I mumbled a goodmorning and saw why he kissed my head. Zane. He was standing over with his crew chief, glaring at Noah.

"Morning Girlie." Alan says as he walks by me.

"Morning Alan." Noah says. I looked up at him and he was smiling.

"KBM flight is ready." I went to go with my team, but Noah stopped me.

"You got the honor of flying with me and my team." Noah says, putting his hand on the small of my back, leading me towards his plane.

"Not much of an honor, more like an curse." Justin mumbles, making me giggle a little. Noah shot him a look, making Justin chuckle.
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Going from North Carolina sure does take a long ass time to get to Alabama. About a quarter of the way I started getting sleepy. I always did whenever I was on a plane. I was sitting next to Noah, his crew chief across from him. I looked out the window and couldn't stop the yawn. I placed my elbow on the arm rest, and rested my chin on my hand. Before I knew it I was drifting off to sleep. I got maybe half an hour of sleep before the plane hit turbulence, making me jolt awake. Noah chuckled, looking up from his tablet. I glared at him and leaned so my back hit the back of the seat.

"Come here." He says softly, putting his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into Noah, his scent washing over me sending me into a comfortable sleep. I could have sworn I felt him kiss my head but I was way too damn tired.
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The plane hit the ground hard, causing me to wake up. Noah had his head on mine and groaned.

"I was having a good dream." He mumbles, lifting his head. I lifted my head off of his shoulder and unbuckled the seatbelt. "Well...were in Dega." Noah says in a horrible southern accent. I shook my head, smiling. Noah grabbed my backpack and put it over his shoulder. He held out his hand, making sure I got into the aisle safely. I walked off the plane and into the giant concrete area where everyone else was. I waited for Noah and put my hands in the pockets of my sweatshirt. I had a tank top on underneath but I wasn't about to take off the sweatshirt in front of a bunch of men. I felt a hand on my back and looked to my left. Noah was standing there waiting for Kyle to tell us to head to the hotel.

"Wait, why are the Xfinity guys here early?" I asked. It was only Thursday, and the race was on a Friday night.

"Oh, Jr. wants us to have extra days to hangout as a team." He says, referring to his boss. I nodded.

"You can go. The boys are about to arrive." Kyle says. Noah led me to the awaiting F-150. Noah threw our backpacks into the back seat and opened the door for me as the next plane landed.
Noah drove off, to my hotel. I got a text from Alan.

Alan
Practice is at 4pm. Remember that.
11:30 am

"I know what I'm doing until 3." I chuckled.