Page 115 of Happy Hour

And to think I hired him.

“Ethan, I’m not at Disney land.” I snapped. “I’m in the middle of nowhere...I think I’m on Tolay Creek Road though.” Searching my surroundings, I saw street sign ahead and began walking towards it.

“How did you get out there?” Ethan was still confused, which wasn’t all that surprising. After all, he did think lawn mower spark plugs would be fine for hundred thousand dollar race engine. “Your car is still at the track.”

“Ethan,” I sighed. “Just come get me. I have to get to Elma tonight.”

Another hour later, he finally picked me up and headed to Sonoma Sky Park where the jet was waiting.

Ethan tried asking what happened but I just ignored him.

I had to figure out a way to get that title transfer without Sway knowing or at least before Charlie told her. Sway wouldn’t want me to take on such a huge responsibility of track ownership but if it were already done...she wouldn’t have a say. I also had to figure out a way to get her back and find out what in the hell Darrin, Mariah and Chelsea were up. Oh and I had to run a sprint car team, be the NASCAR Rookie of the year like everyone expected me to be with racing in my blood.

To say I had a lot on my plate right now, was an understatement of the fucking millennium.

Even with all of this, all I thought about was Sway. I knew I was wrong to lead her on the way I did but I had to know if she felt the same way about me. And when she told me she did, I freaked out because the last thing I wanted was her to feel the same way...it made it that much harder to end it.

I realize I made no sense at all and that I fucked things up beyond belief but that seemed to be the only thing I was capable of doing.

Sway always implied she was crazy and irrational but I was just as crazy and irrational as she was, we were perfect for each other.

When we got to the airport, I noticed a patrol car parked beside the jet and knew it couldn’t be good.

“What did you do?” Ethan asked motioning toward the police car. Two officers were now standing threateningly beside their cruiser when I got out.

“Nothing,” I mumbled and trekked towards the jet.

“Mr. Riley?” a shorter, blonde haired officer asked.

“Yes,” I answered adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder.

He stepped forward reaching for my hands. “You’re under arrested for sexual assault of Chelsea Adams.”

I laughed manically shaking my head. “You have to be fucking kidding me?”

Spencer and Aiden made their way over when they saw the officers put the handcuffs on me.

“I’m afraid not sir.” He answered adjusting the cuffs. “She’s been admitted to the Sonoma Valley Hospital.”

What the fuck?

“Dude!” Spencer yelled. “What did you do?”

“Nothing, call Phillip.” I ordered.

I was fingerprinted, had blood drawn, my picture taken, asked if I wanted to give a statement to the officer, which I told him to fuck off and now there I sat in a holding cell with some guy named Chester waiting for Phillip or my dad to come bail me out.

With my one phone call, I chose to call Charlie.

“Charlie...it’s Jameson.”

He laughed. “Should I be worried that you’re calling from jail?”

“No...it’s nothing I can’t handle, just a misunderstanding. Listen...I never got the paperwork from Tate.”

“Yeah, he called to say he’s sending it back. Something about you assaulting his girlfriend,” Charlie laughed again. “So I guess I could send it to Phillip for you?”

Why is he laughing, how is this funny?

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