[chapter ten]
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I'm worried.
I mean, really worried.
Brendan Gaughan was a name no one could stop saying in CTS last year.
He should have won the championship.
He was the guy to beat.
So why is his first Cup year going downhill in such a hurry?
They need to get a handle on this, and quickly.
He is such an incredible driver...why aren't they finishing better? What is going on???
The Very Private Journal of Holly Neale
Ah.
Well, now I've heard Brendan's side of the "We suck royally" story.
He's shouldering the blame himself - not the crew, not the engines, not the bad luck on the track.
"My head's not in the game." He told me today when we passed each other in the hallway.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I miss you." He'd said so plaintively it almost hurt to hear it.
I scoffed, mostly because I didn't know what to say. "You can't blame this on me. It's not fair."
"But it's true. You're all I think about. If I'm not dreaming about chassis setups at night, I'm dreaming of you."
I admit, I rolled my eyes at this. I know Bren isn't a night dreamer, but still...
"That's just sad, Bren. Stop thinking about me and start thinking about what's going on on the track." I'd told him as seriously as I could.
He just shrugged and looked at me, waiting for me to make it all better.
But I don't know how.
After he shrugged, I turned and walked away, but as I did, I whispered something I couldn't believe.
"I miss you too."
I don't know if he heard me.