Trading Paint (Racing on the Edge) by Shey Stahl Read Free Book Online

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 steady himself .
    “I said watch her, 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.
    I’d never seen Sway kiss someone else other than her dad and it was also something I never wanted to see again.
     
     
    Months passed and the school year progressed.
    Sway never talked about Dylan with me and I never spoke about Chelsea. I guess you could say she was my girlfriend to the outside eye but I hardly admitted it to Sway or myself. Chelsea and I continued to go on dates, mess around and then I took her home. It wasn’t love; it wasn’t even lust. It was filling a crack I knew was there but also refused to look to see how the crack originated in the first place.
    Chelsea was all right, but she lacked a personality. Get her talking for more than a few minutes and you quickly realized the dye she used in her blonde hair had killed one too many brain cells.
    I don’t know if I need to point this out, but I hated high school, absolutely hated it. The high school experience alone is an emotional rollercoaster. Hell, our teenage years themselves were enough and then you add the pressures of co-existing together with a bunch of other crazy teens ... stupid.
    All the hype around school was discussions of who was going to junior prom and with whom. I had no desire whatsoever to go to a high school dance. But no, my mom was forcing me to go. Something about needing to be a normal teenager and I was only partially paying attention to her.
    Sway and I had originally planned on going together when she backed out and said she couldn’t. I knew it wasn’t that she couldn’t but that she didn’t want to. We equally hated high school.
    Knowing my mom wouldn’t let me back out, I was forced to go with Chelsea.
    The night of junior prom, I was pouting in my room while dressing in my tuxedo. The fact that I had to wear a monkey suit to the event was yet another bullshit tradition I was not so happy with.
    I decided to call Sway to let her know