eyes find Parker. He’s atop the ramp prepping for his run now. Once he finishes adjusting his green helmet, those brown eyes land on mine with a look that sinks into my soul grabbing a hold so tight my breath hitches. The sound of the crowd fades into background noise while my pulse becomes deafening, my vision engulfed by Parker. I don’t know how he does it, but he unarms me from deep within.
“The Taylor boy who’s still available, ladies, Parker Taylor! He’s been steadily rising in the ranks. What will he give us today?” the announcer booms, sending a jolt through my body reminding me that Parker is not mine. Parker gives me what looks like an assuring smirk and tilts down the ramp as the crowd cheers.
“I’d like to ride him!” I hear shouted over my shoulder along with other comments. Why does it bother me? Parker isn’t anything to me, but the control I’m currently using not to throat check this bitch is award worthy. I watch Parker; my eyes stalk his every move. He makes jump after jump, some causing my heart to leave my chest. The roar of the crowd helps feed my addiction toward him, or that’s the excuse I use.
Parker exits the ramp once his run is over. Never looking again in my direction, the flame I felt is smothered before it has a fighting chance. He doesn’t owe me any lighter fluid. I’m just his… friend ? I honestly don’t even know. A sense of sadness creeps its way into my chest, causing it to tighten. I try to rub it away with no luck.
“He killed it!” Tim yells with pride for one of his best friends. I can’t even begin to fight the smile from taking over my face. I’m so proud of Parker. He owned that ramp.
I’m actually jealous. Of. A. Ramp.
“Which way did he go?” Scanning the crowd, I can’t spot him. I’m looking everywhere for his color—green. All the colors blend together; my eyes can’t or won’t focus on any one in particular. Time seems to stand still as my dizzy eyes dart across the crowd, the world seeming to cave in on me.
“I think I saw him head toward the truck. You want me to walk you over there?” Colt’s voice pulls me from my desperate attempt to locate Parker. Whirling around to face him, the sight behind Colt steals my breath away. Green fades away from me with a redhead close behind Parker. I let out a gush of air, releasing all the anxiety and desperation I was feeling. “Kels?” He looks to my line of sight.
Oh, that’s right. Colt was talking to me.
“Um- he seems to have enough company.” My hand obnoxiously rubs my elbow. I’m not this girl. Berating myself, I let it go. My arm and Parker…
Remembering my three rules of Kelseyism.
One: I’m awesome.
Two: I’m always right.
Three: I’m a badass.
I’m thinking about adding another rule; I don’t need Parker. It’s still up to debate, stupid feelings. Who needs them? Not me.
“That’s Ava with Ride or Run . She’s goin’ to be interviewing us later this month. She’s probably just gettin’ an exclusive since he just kicked ass.” Exclusive is how I heard that—as in sex with Parker. My eyes narrow in that direction, and Colt chuckles at my expression.
“I hate to break it to you, Kels, really I do, but the only one he’s wantin’ that kind of exclusive with is you.” My mouth falls open. Colt pushes his finger under my chin to close it. “Want me to walk you back there?”
“Yes!” Brealynn speaks up for me since clearly I’m a fish, opening and closing my mouth like I’m out of water. “Go congratulate him on his ride. Then maybe he will reward you with one.” Then she winks at me and adds, “ The ride after the ride is the best .” Colt flashes her a sexy, probably supposed to be a secret smile.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re desperate to see him. What’s holdin’ you back?” Tim quips, clearly annoyed.
“I can find it on my own.” I smile at Colt. “Thanks.” I appreciate him offering, but if I find him off with Ava, the hurt on