He couldn't help it. Remington stuck out his tongue at her and puffed out his cheeks in a ridiculously childish manner, "You were closer to your bike when we started!" There was no doubt that he could be horribly competitive at times, given that competition was being drilled into his head almost daily by the coaches at school...
Thumping her on the back heartily, Remington started towards the milk bar. He was hungry. So very hungry.