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Benny came back. “NASCAR says one to go to green. A shootout. Twelve laps. All or nothing.”

Jake followed, picking off cars one by one. He passed the 5 car on the inside of a dogleg. He rode the high line around the 17. With five to go, it was just him, the leader, and Mateo. nascar fanfiction

Into Turn 1, Jake held his line. They rubbed doors—a long, grinding screech of sheet metal. Jake didn’t lift. Neither did Mateo. Benny came back

The crowd was a blur of noise. Jake let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding since Daytona. He raised one finger out the window—not a taunt, but a salute. Twelve laps

“He’s loose, Jake!” Benny yelled. “The 99 is skating on exit!”

The leader was a sitting duck. A slower car, a rolling roadblock. Mateo faked high, then dove low into Turn 3. Their bumpers kissed, a clack that echoed through the grandstands. The leader wiggled, lost a tenth of a second, and Mateo was through.

They hit the start-finish line at the exact same moment.