Dayton had figured out he wasn't near as good at the mechanic stuff as he thought he was. He did try to see if he could find work at the race track. It would have been a jackpot if he had, but it was then he'd found out it was Chris they'd been interested in. Not him.
It just didn't seem fair. It felt like a far off fairytale now, and Chris didn't even give a damn about working in a pit-stop now.
He just didn't know how to get out of this with Nancy. Exactly. He was hoping when he went home for Christmas that someone would still feel sorry for him and take him back, but they didn't. All they could talk about was Nancy. Nancy. Nancy.
It was just fuck'n great to hear them be so excited about somebody they hardly knew. If he knew that person maybe things would be different. But he wasn't even counting on that ever existing.
Nobody mentioned Bex ever again. And he supposed he wasn't suppose to think about her, either. Couldn't talk about Chris, neither. Maybe that hurt even more.
Dayton knew what they wanted. He needed to get his dumb-ass act together. Find a job. Get a life. Something. It wasn't like his life in crime was paying off.
It was just... he'd finally made a friend in the most unlikely places.