The party was taking off. I was getting down when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I ignored Jr. and continued having fun.
The song ended and I walked away to get another beer. He was still staring, turning up his beer, sitting on the sidelines.
I grabbed one and headed over to him. "Still sulking?"
"Nope. Never was."
"Good race", Brad Keselowski said, walking by.
"You know, everyone else is being nice to me, except you. What gives?"
"Nothing."
"Ok", I said. "I'm just trying to be friends."
"I don't wanna be friends."
I just looked at him. Before I could spit out a comeback, Elliott came over. "Mind if I steal her for while jr.", he said.
Jr. just lifted his beer as a yes.
Elliott grabbed my hand and dragged me back to party. I glanced back at Jr. He was still staring.
I danced with Elliott for a while before deciding the party was over for me. "You want me to walk you back?", Elliott offered.
"I'll be fine", I hiccupped, then laughed.
I stumbled away, hoping to find my coach before my legs gave out on me.
Waving at people along the way, I thanked the ones throwing compliments.
I reached my coach after a few minutes, sobering up a bit. I tried the door, but it was locked.
"Wrong coach. Yours is the next one", Jr. said walking up behind me.
"Sorry", I said walking by.
Jr. grabbed me around the waist and carried me between the coaches. I tried to push away.
He put me down and slammed his mouth on mine.
"Lisa?", I hear Danica calling for me. Jr. pulls back. We looked at each other.
I start to walk away. "I'm here. Went to the wrong coach", I said looking back to see Jr. fold his arms and lean against his coach, still staring.
"There you are. Sport Illustrated is sending a car tomorrow morning. They want us for the cover page."
"You're kidding!"
"I wish I was! You, are the hottest thing since, well, me."
"Thanks Dan. That means a lot coming from you", I hugged her.
"Get some sleep."
I make it in my coach and get in the bed. I stare at the ceiling wondering what the hell happened with Jr. tonight...