Page 15 of Trading Paint
There was one problem with this. Sway hated Chelsea. So when I told her I wouldn’t be going to Tommy’s party that night, she wasn’t exactly ecstatic with me.
Sway’s reaction, “Are you...?” her voice halted but I knew what she was asking.
“Yeah...” I muttered unable to speak the words loud enough. “We’re going to the movies.”
I couldn’t understand why it was so hard to tell Sway but I felt like I shouldn’t be telling her this. Yeah she was my best friend but it felt as though I was cheating on her when I wasn’t.
“Have fun,” she simply said and walked toward Tommy who was carrying a keg into his parentless house.
I felt an unfamiliar sadness seeing her walk away that I didn’t recognize. Was it wrong to see someone else? I thought we were friends. Did she want me for something more?
I hardly enjoyed the movies. Thinking of Sway’s reaction had me puzzled and constantly assessing the situation like a goddamn girl. I almost checked to see if my balls were still there.
Chelsea had other ideas and we ended up leaving early and making out in the passenger seat of my car.
When she pulled her shirt over her shoulders, I stopped her.
“I need to get going.”
Her eyes searched mine. “You don’t want to...” she motioned to my erection she was currently sitting on.
I did, believe me I did, but not with her. I felt nothing toward her besides physical excitement she was providing by writhing around on my lap. Other than that, it wasn’t much more stimulating than the porno’s I had stolen from Spencer’s stash.
“No...I have to get up early.” I told her and drove her home without another word.
When I got home, I threw myself against my bed when I noticed my cell phone vibrate. I had a voicemail from Tommy.
“Sway is drunk off her ass at my house. Can you come get her? My parents will kill me if they find her in my room.”
When I got there, Sway was sitting on Dylan Grady’s lap, kissing him.
Glaring at Tommy, I took hold of his jacket when he tried to run from me.
“What the fuck? I told you to keep an eye on her?”
“I did...see,” he motioned to her with wide-eyes. “There she is...I’ve watched her the entire night.”
Tommy has always been scared of me, for good reason. Right about now he looked like he was about to shit himself.
It was hard not to chuckle when his appearance matched his hair color.
Tommy had this curly orange hair that looked like carrot top or something you’d see on a clown. I usually steered clear of orange heads because the orange hair just didn’t seem right to me and usually meant the individual was off their rocker in some way but Tommy was cool.
I punched his shoulder. He rocked back on his heels reaching for the doorframe to steadyhimself.
“I saidwatchher, not let her make out with that douche.”
I strode up to them determined to give Dylan a piece of my mind. I stopped a few feet shy of them when I heard Sway whisper to him, “Let’s go outside. I need some air.”
They stood and walked outside. I don’t know if she saw me standing there but I’m sure she didn’t because she walked right past me and left with Dylan.
Frustrated, I left and told Tommy to keep her keys with him so she couldn’t drive. I couldn’t control who she left with but I wouldn’t let her drive drunk.
I spent the remainder of the night replacing the rear axle on my car before tomorrow night’s race at Elma while thinking of ways to convince Sway she could do better than Dylan.
I couldn’t come up with anything, anything that made any sense at least.
I didn’t want to stand in her way but I also thought she was far better off without someone like Dylan. Not understanding the pain I felt when I saw her kissing Dylan was also throwing me into a spin.
