Page 41 of Send It
“You’re in town.” I state.
“I’m in town.”
Feeling the irritation bubble up I try to remain calm, “You weren’t going to tell me?”
“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”
“Well yeah,” I agree. “A little warning would’ve been nice.”
He scoffs, “I didn’t think my presence in my own home called for a warning, Colson.”
“It does when you are gone for nine months,” I state. “It calls for something, dad.”
“You’re grown Colson, I didn’t think you cared. I figured you’d be busy riding. Why aren’t you training? I stopped by the Bane’s first and no one was there. It’s Saturday and Nationals are next month.”
“Well aware,” I say. “See you around I guess. I’ll be home later.”
I hang up before he has a chance to say another word and instantly go to snapchat. I click the stories one by one until I get to Lincoln’s. The second it fills the screen I hold my thumb over the picture to freeze it in place.
Lincoln looks like an absolute dream. A pink bikini and a wide smile, yet I can’t help but notice the hat on her head. One that I know doesn’t belong to her or Reiss.
The jealousy oozes out of me. The next picture is Lincoln and Reiss and the next is a video of Lincoln and Stassie jumping from the boat. I could’ve been there, right next to her, watching Jackson’s every move. Instead, I’m here with my fucking self. My stubborn ass self.
I pull up my messages and type one out to Reiss.
Colson
My dad is here.
Reiss
What?
Colson
Yea. Busted my Nana out of Willow Hills and is currently pretending like he’s interested in my racing career and wants to know why I’m not training.
Reiss
Ryan doesn’t let us ride on Saturdays. It’s a rest day, he would know that if he came around.
Is your mom here?
Colson
Of course not.
Reiss
Meet me at Lakeside at 8.
Colson
K
I kill some time with a much needed haircut and a trip to the next town over to get the screen fixed on my phone. It’s been cracked for a month.
By the time I’m done, it’s a little after eight and I head into Lakeside to meet Reiss.
