Race the Sun Page #3

I don't want him to have my number.

Because I don't want to talk

to him, that's why.

God, Mom! I just need

some time to think, you know?

Mom, I gotta go.

There's somebody at my door.

Yeah, okay, I'll think about it.

I love you too. Bye.

How'd you guys find me?

The town's not that big.

You dressed, eh?

- We ain't gonna beat you up.

- Aren't going to beat me up.

Cool place!

Oh, that's nice stuff.

- What's up?

- You live out of boxes?

I wasn't exactly sure

I was gonna stay.

- Now, what do you want?

- So this is Mr. Teach, eh?

He must've done

something bad, huh?

Is somebody going to tell me

exactly why you're here?

Our science project.

This is really impressive, Daniel.

But you're a little too late.

The race is only two months away.

- We still think we can do it.

- We'll do it, credit or no credit.

- 'Cause we want to kick butt.

- Yeah?

Well, I think I've seen

just about enough of that already.

Sorry.

Now, guys, a sketch is one thing...

but we're talking about building

a car here, from the ground up.

- I know cars, Teach.

- And I know fiberglass.

- Me? The wheel man.

- And l...

She'll think of something.

Gilbert?

I just know computers.

That's it.

He's a whiz! Tell her.

- I am.

- He is.

Sutcliffe Academy had,

what, 20 guys?

There's only six of you.

Uni! She's shy,

but she ain't no lolo.

She's in X-rated math too,

right, Uni?

- Accelerated math.

- Oh, whatever.

Well, that's seven.

I think I can get one more.

Come on, Miss Beecher.

All we're asking for is a chance.

I'm going to have to fill out grant

forms and all kinds of papers.

- This is crazy, but okay.

- Yes!

But let me tell you something.

Once we start this thing,

we see it through.

And I want it in writing.

I want a schedule

with everybody's objectives on it.

Your specific duties.

You understand?

All right.

Now, get out of here...

- before I change my mind.

- I can't believe she went for it.

- Can I get one more of these?

- Out!

You did what?

I quit my job.

Then you can just go

and beg for it back.

No, I'm serious. I'm not going

to indulge this kid's every whim.

Surfboards, solar cars...

And stop playing with your food!

Fine.

What's the matter with you?

It's a school project. Can't you

just encourage him for once?

Yeah, really, Ed. It wouldn't

kill you to say something nice.

Oh, now look who's

giving me advice.

This family sucks!

God! Your dad is toxic,

you know that?

Let me see.

So you're actually going to build

this thing and get credit for it?

I was gonna ask if you wanted in.

We could use another person.

You could use a passing grade.

No. I'm bagging school anyway.

The second I turn 18,

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