Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 4

My dad and I finally arrive home and I'm so thankful to be able to sleep in my own bed tonight. As we bring our stuff into the foyer of our mansion, Aaliyah comes running to greet me.

"Shawnie!!!" She screeches as she jumps into my arms. I spin her around placing a kiss on her cheek and gently set her down. "Hey cutie! Did you miss me?" I smirk.

"Of course I did you dummy!" She says as she slaps me on the arm. "I'm so happy you won this weekend!"

"Ow...jeezz girl you've gotten strong!" I say as I rub where she hit me.

"Well yeah...guess who made the cheer squad?" She says excitedly.

"NO WAY!!! Sis that's awesome!! I'm so proud of you!" I reply as I take her in another hug.

Aaliyah has worked so hard to make the cheer squad and while as her older brother I don't approve of her outfit, I am proud of her for making the squad.

"Mom's in the kitchen making dinner and you and I will make a cake later to celebrate." She smiles.

"Whoa...who said anything about me baking?" I squirm.

"Uh I did.  Besides....if you don't help me I'll tell Camila you can't stop thinking about her." She smirks.

"What are you talking about?!  When did you see Camila?" I feel myself blushing..  damnit Liyah..

"I didn't say anything about seeing her Shawn.  But now that you mention it, mom and I did see her and her friend at the store the other day... She told us to tell you and dad Hi." She slyly smiles.

"Well that's nice." I say quickly and walk out of the room.

"Not so fast brother! Get back here." She demands. I walk back towards her like a dog with their tail between its legs.

"Why do you still run when I mention her? I thought you didn't like her anymore...."

I remain silent.

Camila and I have know of each other since we were little.  We both have grown up loving racing and at one point I wanted to tell her I had feelings for her and it ended up coming out as me hitting on her like an idiot.  I tried so hard to recover and every time I did it just made it worse.  She's an enigma and I still can't figure her out, but she's someone I've always kept my eye on because she's gorgeous, smart and fiercely independent.

News traveled fast when Mario Cabello's daughter passed Indy Car safety training, at the top of her class, beating most of the men. The thought of seeing her every weekend at races makes my heart skip a beat.

I know I'm seen as a playboy now and there's no doubting that I am. I hook up with girls to try and forget the massive feelings I have for her. If I wasn't such a douche canoe, she might actually see past my playboy ways and realize I'm not that bad. My dad has even commented about how good it would be for me to be with someone like her, and of course my mom and Liyah love you so if I'm ever lucky enough to get a shot with her, I have to take it.

"I...I don't know Liyah. I screwed up so many times with her that now Emma can't even stand to look at me if I have to see her at the infield care center." I sigh..

"Wow! You pissed off the friend too... uh oh" she remarks. "Just don't piss off James or Mario. They know too many people." She warns.

"Sis, I'm too much of a bad thing, even if Camila knew how I felt, she has all the reasons in the world to avoid me. Heck she won't even go out with Niall or Connor. She's said no to every guy I know!"  It's true, she is so stuck on being alone that any guy with the balls to ask her out usually ends up crying like a school girl when she's done with them.  I don't know why she's that way but it's something I've always been curious about..

"Well the only person that can change that Shawnie is you. If you want her, stop putting your dick in random blondes and grow the fuck up." She snaps.

Jeesh.. leave it to my high school aged sister to give me life and girl advice.

I'm too astonished to reply after hearing those words come out of her mouth.  But I know she's right.  I've spent too much time fooling around.  My parents raised me to be better than that and I'm sure they're disappointed but don't feel like they can say anything because I'm some hot shot race car driver.  However, I feel like I have to keep up the façade for appearances.  Me being seen with someone like Camila wouldn't do that, and it's a choice I make on the daily to put my reputation over my reality, and my reality is I will never be good enough for Camila or anyone like her.

At the end of the night, dinner was great, the cake Aaliyah and I made was even better, but I still can't shake what my sister said earlier...

Am I really that easy to read?  Do I go for what I want and not care about my reputation?

What if I literately crash and burn?