Page 139 of Trading Paint
He was constantly being asked the same question these last few days.“Was he scared?”
I knew he wasn’t. Nervous—maybe, definitely not scared. The thing you had to understand about Jameson was that yeah, he would show nervousness to a point, but once inside that car, he was stalwart and fearless. Inside the confines of a race car, he was a different man. Sure, he had a few sides to him, what person didn’t but the best part about him was that he never changed. Jameson would always be Jameson. I never doubted that.
You saw it all the time when someone comes into money or makes a big career move—they change. They suddenly become this distant version of themselves that no one recognizes. With all the success that Jameson has had over the years, he never changed. I heard some say, “Well he’s not approachable either.”
The thing was he has never been approachable so why would he be now?
Money and fame didn’t change that. He’d always been that way.
Old Casten had fallen asleep by now and Tommy and Spencer were making fun of the drool coming over his beard. “That’s so disgusting.” Tommy laughed.
“You boys better stop messing with him.” Jimi warned shaking his head. Jameson didn’t get his wicked temper from just anyone. Jimi could be quick tempered at times, but Casten, he put a bull to shame, much like Jameson.
“He’s asleep.” Spencer defended. “Heain’tgonna know.”
Glancing around, I noticed an awful lot of people had gathered outside his motor coach. I don’t know how some of these pit lizards managed to get into the compound area where the drivers were, but I had a feeling some of them sweet talked the officials at the gate. Anyhow, a few had made their way over to Jameson’s motor coach while we continued to make fun of Casten and his drooling.
They were slutty leeches and I had no don’t they were only looking for one thing. Jameson.
One of them seemed taken be Jameson and kept moving closer to him. No one paid any mind to her, as it was usual for pit lizards to be hounding him. So there she was about a foot from him and I didn’t want to steal her thunder or any entertainment out of this I would have, or Tommy and Spencer’s, so I discreetly took a seat across from them next to Jimi. Undoubtedly, I was not thinking when I did this.
Steal her thunder you fucking idiot!
Maybe I wasn’t breathing enough and the supply of oxygen was being diverted again.
Alley came by, picked up Lane from Jameson’s lap and walked inside the motor coach out of the line of fire.
She didn’t like all the women hanging around and I couldn’t blame her, we were a bad enough influence on little Lane. I usually didn’t care for these pit lizards either but I’d had a few beers by then and was contemplating how to entertain myself at Jameson’s expense. This was dangerous territory by the way.
About ten minutes later, the girl noticed me and introduced herself. “I’m Sabrina,” she said, extending her free hand, the other wrapped around a glass of wine.
“I’m Sway.” I said politely.
“Well that’s an interesting name.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
“How did your parents come up with that one?”
“I was named after the Rolling Stones songSway.”
“Oh.” She smiled and glanced over at Jameson like he was a piece of meat. “Are you two...?” she pointed back and forth between Jameson and me when he smiled.
“Oh no, no, he’s my best friend. We’re tight.” I winked at her and pounded my fist to my chest as though I was from the hood or something.
Jimi’s shoulders were shaking as he tried to control his laughter along with Spencer.
I might have only continued this because Jimi was so entertained. It had been a while since I saw him laugh this much but then again, I was drunk.
I could only assume I was doing this because I’d been drinking because if he demonstrated any interest in her, I would have shit my pants at how incredibly stupid this was.
Jameson turned his head in order to avoid eye contact with me, and her.
Sabrina had a confused look on her face and opened her mouth to say something when I jumped in.
“Don’t worry, he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
Jameson coughed loudly and stood. “Actually—”
