Page 97 of Happy Hour

I’m so confused.

Why would Tate ask about Charlie?

Being paranoid, I decided to call Charlie but of course, it was Saturday night, he didn’t answer.

When Jameson returned from the autograph session, he was still acting rather strange and cancelled dinner because he said he had a meeting with Simplex so that left me hanging out with Emma, Aiden, and Spencer while Jameson and Alley left with Jimi to meet Marcus.

We kept ourselves busy playing Wii Tennis for four hours straight but that ended when Spencer got upset that Aiden and Emma weresupposedlycheating and he threw the remote through Jameson’s flat screen TV in his motor coach.

I did not want to be here whenthatwas explained but thankfully, when Jameson returned, he was too tired to notice the TV.

On race day, Jameson returned to his hothead self once again; as I’m sure, the fines and probation were now heavy on his mind from the constant media attention. They forget nothing.

Not long into the race, he took his vexations out on Kyle.

“Hey, you know what would be really helpful, Kyle?”

“What?”

“Just shut the fuck up and let me drive,” Jameson seethed into the radio. “let’s try that!”

This had been going on for a while, Kyle and Jameson arguing back and forth. Darrin and Jameson were currently battling for first place in the final laps of the race. Jameson had led all but four laps so far and he damn sure wasn’t about to give up the win now.

“If he has a run, let him go.” Kyle ordered. “NASCAR is watching you.”

“I’m just racing.”

“Yeah right,”

Knowing he was just instigating, Kyle finally stopped baiting Jameson and let him finish out the last few laps. He knew, as well as most inside the inner circle, the more you push, the more push back you get from Jameson.

“At your rear; at your door...he’s got a run.” Aiden announced. “Cole’s behind you.”

“Cole?” Jameson called over the radio.

“10-4, what’s up?” Bobby asked.

“Am I lifting out of three?”

“Not that I can see but I can’t see anything with Darrin all over you.” Bobby said. “I got an idea...I’ll get up behind and take the air off.I’mnot on probation.”

Bobby got behind Darrin, taking the air off him, allowing Jameson to pull away to a one-second lead.

“All clear bud—coming to the white flag here,” Aiden announced. “Hit your marks.”

“Nice job Cole, fuck yeah.” Jameson praised heading into clean air. “That’s how you work together.”

“Go get ‘em dude.” Bobby replied.

“Last lap here, drive out the windshield, and hit your marks. You got this, bud.” Kyle told him, all the anger he had a few moments ago seemed to dissipate now that Darrin couldn’t catch Jameson. Bobby was all over him trying to keep away, both of them destroying any chance at catching Jameson as they were using their tires up.

Emma and I were clinging to each other in the pit box once again. I had no fingernails left and Emma was biting her lips so hard it was actually bleeding.

Kyle and Mason stood up as they came out of turn four to the checkered flag. “Nice job. Nicefuckingjob Jameson!” Kyle yelled in excitement pumping his fists in the air. “Way to hang in there and battle back.”

“Yeah!” Jameson screamed over the radio in his own excitement as he took the checkered flag. “Way to go guys!”

Bobby and Darrin were still battling it out for second but Bobby pulled forward enough to come across the line about a foot in front of him.

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