Page 88 of Trading Paint
To my surprise, his response was a tad emotional. “Yes,”
“Do you, Allison Nicole Dailey, take this man to be your husband?”
She said yes, they kissed everyone cheered and the reception was underway, so was I with the open bar.
I don’t know why I felt I needed to drink, I just did. My dad noticed around my fifth beer while I glared in Cooper’s direction as he danced with Sway.
That was another thing I couldn’t understand. Why was I so jealous over this? When someone else beside me touched her, I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and a tight pain in my chest.
“What are you doing over here?” he asked over the blaring music. “Why aren’t you tearing it up out there on the dance floor with your girl? I know you got moves kid.”
“My girl?”
“Sway...she’s your girl.” He slurred.
Judging by his appearance, I wasn’t sure I wanted his advice tonight. He had just flew in from Australia this morning so I gathered he was jet lagged but he looked as though he’d had too much whiskey.
“She’s not my girl, dad.” I snapped cracking open another beer.
No, she wasn’t my girl. I had no claim to her but for some reason, I wanted to. I wanted to be the one out there holding her.
Dad snatched the beer away. “You’re not of age, give that to me.”
“Since when have you ever worried about me drinking? If I remember correctly, you gave me my first beer.”
“Yeah well I’m clearly not a good role model.” He held up his glass and tilted his head at Sway. “You’ve learned nothing when it comes to treating women with respect.”
That pissed me off. My eyes that had once focused on Sway shot to his.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
There was a double meaning behind his words and both meanings pissed me off, probably because it was true.
“You know all these tracks you go to and fuck around at?” he arched his eyebrow at me setting my beer down on the table in front of us. I watched as Cooper pulled Sway closer for a slow dance.
“What are you talking about?”
“You dumbass...thosewomen,thosetrophy girls...yeah well, when I come around they want to know why my son hasn’t called.”
“And you say?”
“He’s an asshole.”
“Hmmm,” I reached for the beer again, this time he let me have it. “At least you’re not lying.”
Jimi stood and cracked his neck to one side.
“Go rescue her from him. There’s something not right about Cooper.” He motioned toward Sway.
Cooper’s hands were dangerously low and it made my stomach drop.
I could be that guy right now if I just pulled my head out of my ass. She did deserved better. Iwasan asshole.
I watched for a while before retreating. They seemed to be having fun and when he bent down to kiss her; I hated the jealous feeling raging through me, so I left. My brother’s wedding was the last place I needed to cause a scene.
Redlining – Sway
I hadn’t seen Jameson for most of the reception but when I did, I was surprised at his rigid posture and defiant stare my direction.
