Chapter Six
“Your start was s**t,” Coach Fitzgerald says, letting the timer fall to his chest.
I position my goggles on top of my helmet, not sure what the hell the problem is. It can’t be Demi. It can’t.
Damn Beckett for putting that s**t in my head in the first place.
“You have one more practice run. Then I'm restricting you to inside practice.”
One more time to try the course before I have to be on it to win my medal. f*****g great.
I hop on the snowmobile without a word to coach. He's not going to be happy because I already feel like this run will be s**t.
Getting to the top, I get on the board, mentally put Beckett's crappy opinion to the back of my mind and only think about the course, visualizing what I need to do to get down it the fastest.
The gate flips down, and I jet my
