Autophobia

Chapter 8: Bad Timing

     I woke up and looked at the sheets. These weren't my sheets and this wasn't my bed. I sat up and I was alone in the bed. I looked down at myself and I had all my clothes on. I sighed with relief, my head was pounding and my mouth was really dry. I looked around the room and there was some water and aspirin on the nightstand, I raised an eyebrow. Shouldn't I know where I am before I just start taking pills.

     My head hurt so bad I didn't even care. I took the medicine and drank the rest of the water in the bottle. I looked around and tried to remember what happened last night, my memory was in and out. I remember dancing with a guy, Kells knocking a guy out and punching Rook. I don't why I punched Rook he was pretty cool, I'd have to apologize to him about that.

     I got out of the bed and walked to the living room. Kells was on the couch, my eyes widened, I did not, at least I hoped not. He woke up and I walked away so it wouldn't have been weird. I walked to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. He sat up and looked around, his eyes were still puffy from just getting up. "Do you remember what happened last night?" I asked.

    "Well to make a long story short." he stood up and walked over to me. "We went to the party. I had a drink, and you got wasted. You danced on multiple dudes, one groped you, I got mad punched him in the face. Then you got mad at me because you 'could have handled him yourself'" he air quoted my words. "And then I told you to punch me if you thought you could handle him. You told me no because I'd cry like a bitch. Then I called Rook over and you punch him in the stomach and I brought you to my house." He opened the orange juice and drank right from the box then put it back.

    "Oh," I kinda felt bad for causing all that to happen but then it hit me. "Wait, you were watching me then?" I smirked at him.

     "No..... no don't you try and turn this into something it's not," he was getting annoyed and I giggled at him. "Stop it's not funny," he rolled his eyes.

     "Aww Kells was watching me dance." Then it it really dawned on me. I cringed at myself, I felt bad for him having to watch my sad excuse for dancing. "Oh shit you watched me dance!"I stuck my face into my hands while my elbows laid on the counter.

     He chuckled, "Yeah payback I watched you dance,"

    "Was it really that bad?" That was one of the reasons I hated partying, even for a white girl I danced bad.

     "Well quite honestly it wasn't that bad. You can really drop that thing," he looked at my ass and I rolled my eyes.

     "Wow thanks such a compliment," he smile and walked towards me.

     "Do you know how many women I've seen dance. I can definitely assure you that you're in the top 10 and let's just say that most get money for it," I laughed, I guess that was Colson's weird way of an actual compliment. It felt weird calling him that, usually I say Kells but for this situation it just felt off to called him Kells.

       "So Colson," I emphasized his name. "How many girls we talking a couple hundred?"

        He acted like he was insulted. "A couple THOUSAND thank you very much!" We laughed and i don't know how to explain how I felt. You know when someone is happy and their laugh or smile just kinda fueled your happiness. That's how I felt.

       I caught him staring at me and walked closer, closing the small gap between us. He stared at my lips and he kissed me. His arms snaked their way to my hips and I clung onto his arms. He picked me up and set me on the counter, probably so he wouldn't have to bend down so far to kiss me, I smiled into the kiss which caused him to also. There was a knock at the door which caused him to break the kiss.

   He sighed and look at me apologetically and walked over and opened the door I jumped off the counter and sat on the couch trying to eves drop on the conversation. "Have you seen D? Quin has been looking for her and said she hasn't answered the phone and I know you were the last one with her last night," it was Slim.

    "Umm," Colson started talking and I ducked under his arm to talk with Slim.

     "What's up," I leaned against the wall and Slims eyes widened and went from me to Kells and back to me again.

    "Im not interrupting anything-" before he could finish I cut him off.

     "We didn't fuck, now what does Quin need." I said bluntly.

      "It's something about his mom he said he texted you a paragraph about it," I reached in my back pocket for my phone but it wasn't there. I looked up at Kells and he walked to his room and then came back and handed me it.

Quin: I'm sorry Devyn, I know that we've raced together for 5 years but I just can't anymore. I ran into some problems and I have to be completely off the grid. Don't come after me it will only hurt you in the long run. Keep the car, it's worth more in your hands.

   I felt sadness run over me. Quin was there for me from the start, he helped me form our old clan. He taught me lots about racing, we've raced together since I was 18. Now I'd never see him again. To be completely honest Quin was my best friend and now I'd never be able to see him or talk to him again.

   I took a deep breath and repressed my feelings like always. "Quin is out." I stated.

   "Wait like as in out, out?!" Kells looked shocked I handed him the phone and he read the message out loud. "Dang D, I'm sorry,"

    "It's fine," it's not the first time the most important person in my life left me. Quin was like a brother to me and I thought he would be the last one to leave me.

     That's it, I'm not going to rely on anyone anymore. The only person I rely on is myself, I'm finally gonna take my dads advice.

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What's up guys hope you like the story pretty soon some stuff is gonna go down so keep you eye on this story. Or don't I'm not your boss, please correct me on any spelling errors;)

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This next part isn't even remotely important so you can skip.

I went to the drag way over the weekend and there was a security guard who looked exactly like kells. (Wow whatta Coincidence that I'm writing a book about racing and that's where this happened) The only difference was he didn't have tattoos, I had hella heart eyes let me tell ya. He kept starring at me. My friend even said something to me and she went to the bathroom which was under the bleachers and he walked down there and talked to another security guard and we made eye contact for the zillionth time and he looked at the other guy and walked up the bleachers and looked back at me. I COULD HAVE GOTTEN HIS NUMBER BUT MY FRIEND WAS COLD SO WE LEFT IM ONE SALTED GIRL LET ME TELL YOU🙃