Page 52 of Trading Paint
Her wide eyes caused me to laugh. “What? When were you going to ask me?” her expression turned sour.
“What do you mean ask—I thought you wanted to come?”
“Well yeah...but you could have asked me first.” She huffed. “Like Charlie will ever agree to it. I start college in the fall.”
I didn’t forget. I knew she had a full scholarship to Western but I was hoping she would delay starting for a little while. I knew I could do this but I didn’t want to without her.
Sitting beside her on the bed, I fumbled with my racing gloves in my lap pulling thevelcroback and forth. “I already asked Charlie two weeks ago. He said yes.”
Sway glared arching her eyebrow at me. “Did he now...and when were you going to ask me?”
“I’ll ask now if you want.”
“Yes, yes, ask me.” She motioned with her hands for me to continue.
“Uh...so do I get down on my knee?”
“This isn’t a marriage proposal asshole. Just ask.”
“Sway,” I grinned. “Will you...come with me?”
She contemplated for a moment and then sighed heavily rolling her eyes. “I guess so,”
“Wow,tryto control your excitement a little. It’s overwhelming.”
Despite her sarcasm and lack of enthusiasm, I knew she was excited. Sway loved road trips about as much as she loved flip-flops. This was a lot by the way.
Giddy about the potential road trip, she left to go pack as well.
Not more than five minutes after she left, Chelsea showed up. I’m sure Spencer let her in which pissed me off. I specifically told him not to.
She knocked and walked in like she owned the place, which I’m sure she thought she did after last night.
“Where were you last night?” she asked smiling at me from the same spot on my bed Sway was just sitting. “I called you last night. When did you get home?”
“Really...” I laughed darkly. “Was that before or after you fucked Colby?”
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“I...uh...how did you...I thought you were in Cottage Grove?”
“So you thought I was in Oregon and fucked my brother’s best friend, inmyhouse?” I hedged. I turned around to lean against my dresser with my arms crossed over my chest.
“I’m sorry...I just...” she stammered bringing out the tears.
“Don’t act like you’re sorry.” I snapped stepping closer to her. “I knew you fucked around but inmy house...” I shook my head. “That’s low even for you.”
She reached for me but I shook my head and stepped back.
“I’m sorry. Please let’s talk about it.” She begged pleading with her reddened eyes.
I looked at her finally. For the life of me, I couldn’t understandwhyI was ever with her.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” I finally said evenly.
“What do you mean there’snothingto talk about?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.” The fact that I was moderately calm about this confirmed my theory that I felt nothing for her. She tacked on the name girlfriend to our relationship but then she felt it was okay to sleep around when I was gone. She had another thing coming if that was her theory on all this.
