Andrew’s POV
Alan, Bryant and I stood in the VIP stands as dozens of monitors surrounded us and huge OLED screens stood in the middle of the arena for spectators to watch each and every nook and corner of the circuit.
This was my first time in the stands and I had to admit that I felt more nervous while watching other bikers race than actually competing with them.
Maybe it was because of my kitten’s participation in the deadly race or it was because of the alarmingly high, frenzied excitement of the crowd or maybe, I was too focused on my match while competing that I never had time for such thoughts.
However, whatever the reason was, I could feel us three to be unusually nervous.
“Stop tapping your feet, Bryant”, Alan hissed. “You are making me more jittery”, he snapped.
