Page 51 of Trading Paint
We sat in the stands for the remainder of the heat races and features.
Before long, fans were leaving, cars and haulers were loading up, and eventually the lingering drivers left. Even after the lights in the infield went black, we still never said a word, just stared into the blackness.
When I stood to leave, he pulled me into a tight hug, “Takecareof yourself kid and remember, I’m trusting you with my daughter—take care of her.”
I wasn’t much of a hugger but I wrapped my arms around him.
“I will.”
I asked Charlie about a month ago if it would be all right if Sway came with Spencer and me. After a 2-week debate, he finally agreed.
I left after that and headed home to where I knew our house would be teeming with high school graduates. I was looking forward to letting loose one last time with everyone but I also couldn’t wait to just get the fuck out of here.
Pulling down our long circle driveway, I laughed. Spencer must have invited the entire fucking high school and then some. Walking inside, I realized I had no idea who half the people were. I knew Sway though and found her off in the corner dancing with Tommy to some rap song. They appeared to be having a good time so instead of interrupting them, I made my way into the kitchen to grab a beer.
Another thirty minutes later and three more beers...I was stumbling into the living room once again to find Sway and Tommy. Tommy excused himself to find his girlfriend while Sway threw her arms around my neck.
Sway and I had danced before but this time we were drunk and I was horny,veryhorny.
So whenBust a Movecame playing through the speakers I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me.
“Dance with me.” My hands reached down and cupped her ass pulling her against me.
“You are so drunk,” she slurred against my shoulder wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I know,” was my only answer as we moved to the pulsing beat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chelsea come through the door but being impaired by alcohol, I kept Sway in my arms.
Sway didn’t seem to notice and just bounced around in my arms dancing to the music.
Chelsea hadn’t seemed to notice me—how she couldn’t have noticed me was beyond me—it was my house. Maybe she thought I was still in Cottage Grove...either way, she didn’t notice me.
An hour later Sway was passed out on my bed so I planned on sleeping in the guest bedroom. I was fartohorny to sleep next to her.
Stumbling down the hall, I entered the guest bedroom to see a couple going at it.Advertingmy eyes, I mumbled “Sorry,” when I caught a glimpse of the girl.
Chelsea.
“Shit Jameson, you could knock!” Colby shouted covering her with a pillow. It was too late. I already saw it was her.
I laughed.
“Funny you should say that Colby, it’s my fucking house!” I barked slamming the door shut.
Not wanting to be bothered and knowing Sway was far too gone to bother me, I went back into my room and fell asleep on the floor. I was amazed I could sleep, I thought this would bother me but it wasn’tanywherenear the anger I felt when I found out Sway slept with Dylan. I didn’t understand why, but this just confirmed my theory that I felt nothing toward Chelsea. I wanted happiness for Sway whereas Chelsea, I didn’t care.
I always knew she was messing around with other guys but I never thought it would be someone I knew. I think that’s what bothered me the most. Yeah—I never showed much interest in Chelsea, but Colby knew we’d been seeing each other. I couldn’t even call Chelsea and me together though. It was more about the occasional encounter.
The next morning, the day before we left, I was in my room packing when Sway came strolling in holding a bowl of cereal.
“When do you leave?” she asked throwing herself down on the bed.
I laughed. She was dressed in one of my t-shirts and sweat pants that were entirely too large for her.
I grinned. Charlie and I hadn’t told her yet.
“What do you meanme...you’re coming with me.”
I heard the clank of her spoon when she dropped it in the bowl and turned around.
