Sebastian I’m the good one, the pretty one. The one who follows the rules and always takes the high road. I’ve hidden my true self for so long, I barely know who I am anymore. But I don’t know if I can do it much longer. I love the race, but I’m tired of sacrificing my soul to do what I love. Axel I’m the rebel, the bad one. I follow no rules on the track or anywhere else. I’m the obnoxious bad boy the fans secretly root for. I don’t mind playing my role. I’m good at it, and it pays to be the dark to his light. Until the good boy starts to get to me. I’m confused and unsure of what I want when it was all so clear before. They say good always wins, but is that truly the case? In the race between the far too pretty good boy and the angry bad boy, who will actually win? Only time will tell.

Royal I’m the hotshot—both on and off the track. I know how to work the crowd and show off. And I’m good at it. I’ve had to become very effective at putting on a show. But my agent is not a fan of my over-the-top antics. So she did something I still can’t believe . . . She called in the press—the media. Specifically, the reporter who hates everything I stand for. And now, he’s tasked with showing the world a different side of me. Yeah . . . Good luck with that. Soren I’m a sports reporter, but I’m so much more than that. My social media following has allowed me to be more. To do more. To try and help my corner of the world do better and be better. I believe in accountability. I believe in integrity. And that sports professionals are obligated to be a moral compass to their fans. I’m loud and outspoken about that point. Maybe more so with Royal Dutton—the loudmouth, crude racer with absolutely no morals. And now, I’m supposed to find the redeeming side of him. I took this job to find something deeper within him. The good guy inside. Yeah . . . This is going to be impossible.

Maverick I’m the pro. Always professional, always mindful of the press, and always doing the right thing. My life is flashy and chaotic. I’ve spent the past few years doing everything I was supposed to, including smiling pretty for the cameras while standing next to the world’s favorite popstar. But now that’s over. I’m yearning for a simpler life. I love racing, but the fame part I could do without. I want a life out of the spotlight, and I want something real. Cooper I’m a fan—how could I not be? And not just a fan of racing. I can’t help but be swept up by the lives of celebrities. Wondering if they really have it so much better or if something is missing. Now that Maverick isn’t just that hot racer I’ve followed for years and is instead my friend, I’m starting to see the answer. We always want what we don’t have. Rich and famous or poor and seemingly invisible . . . who actually has it better? Where does true happiness actually lie?

Carson I’m the Rookie. That’s how they want to label me. The new guy. But I’m damn good at what I do. I don’t have anything to prove. Except maybe to him. I’ve watched his career for years. So yeah, maybe I want to impress him a tiny bit. But I also can’t help riling him up and ruffling his feathers. He wants me to do things his way, but I don’t work like that. I may be the Rookie, but I’m about to school the Ace. Brayden I’m the Ace. I know what I’m doing, and I can’t stand arrogant newbies who come in, thinking they know it all. I’ve always hated that. But I’ve never despised anyone more than Carson Hayes when he saunters in like he owns the place. The kid is good, I’ll give him that. But he has a lot to learn. I’m the Ace around here, the one everyone goes to when they finally realize they don’t know it all. And the Rookie is about to learn why.