Everyone wants to be me.

Maybe it's the way my skirt sways or how I toss my hair, but honestly, I couldn’t care less. Even though the attention isn't what I want, I can’t help it. I own the track, the speed shakes my bones, and the roar of the crowd is all about me.

I am that girl. The driver. The queen of the race. And I’m still here—something he thought I’d never manage.

They all talk about him. Did you catch Jared Trent on TV? What did you think of his last race, Tate? When’s he coming back to town, Tate?

But I won’t let it get to me. Because when Jared finally does come back, I won’t be around.

Tatum Brandt is gone. I’ve become someone else.