she works with. To make a long story short, she leaves me.” The dude is fucking laughing as he’s telling this story. I’m searching for the humor in it. “I’m sitting at the table, letting my coffee get cold. My heart was just ripped out of my chest in a public place. The waitress that served my fiancée and me approaches the table. She says that she’s off her shift and thought I could use someone to talk to. The waitress saw the whole thing go down. For four hours, she lets me pour my heart out. Every week, I visited the same coffee shop because I just needed the waitress. She didn’t talk much. Sometimes, we just stared at each other.”
I fill the gun with more ink and listen closely. “And?”
“She is the best thing that ever happened to me. The waitress is ‘the one’. We’re getting married. If it weren’t for my first fiancée, I would have never met my current fiancée. The noose is my dependency on love. Two people have had the power of taking my heart. It took the first to lead me to the second.”
I smile to myself. Yeah, I think the guy is fucked up but I envy him for having hope and belief. For the next hour, I pour my heart and soul into the piece because he deserves it. Hell, I may have become a believer myself.
No sooner does he leave; I hear the bell on the shop door jingle. Shorty is in the back prepping a stencil for his client so he asks me to assist the next customer.
I look over the privacy wall to see Summer. Fuck. I haven’t seen her since my birthday. And I’m thankful I haven’t. The rumor is that I went down on her and then proceeded to puke all over her naked body. Not my finest moment. So, this conversation could go a number of different ways.
“What’s up?” I ask casually.
Summer takes a strand of her fake blonde hair and twirls it through her bogus fingernails. “I haven’t heard from you. I was getting worried that you might have lost interest.”
I was never interested in the first place.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy. Sorry.” It’s a sorry ass excuse but I don’t have anything else to go on.
“You disappeared that night. I did come back to the room but you were gone.”
I stifle the chuckle that is creeping from my throat. I don’t remember a lick of anything about that night before I ended up at Reece’s house. However, what I have been told about it is fucking hilarious. I doubt Summer will feel the same way. “Yeah, about that night, I’m sorry. I was wasted.”
The apology works for Summer. A huge smile spreads across her made up face. “I was so mad for a few days. I’m totally over it now.”
Oh, fucking hell.
I kind of wish she was still upset. I don’t want Summer to think another hook up is in the future. “I guess we’re cool, then.”
Summer struts up to me and rakes her plastic nail down my chest. Her blue eyes trail from mine down to my feet. “Yeah, Caydon. We’re whatever you want us to be.”
Nothing. I want us to be nothing. Think, asshole. Get her out of here.
“Summer, I had fun that night,” I begin to explain. “But I’m not looking for a girlfriend. Hannah and I just broke up.” Hannah has nothing to do with Summer becoming my girlfriend. I wouldn’t date Summer in a million years. Date, no. Fuck, yes. Hell, fucking her doesn’t even appeal to me anymore. Anytime I think of someone to fuck, usually Reece pops in my head.
“Cay,” she uses my nickname. “Until you find the right girl to be your girlfriend, you are going to need company in the bedroom. I volunteer.” She is not going to allow me to let her off easy.
“I’ll think about it, Summer. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Why did I fucking ask?
Her lips curl around her whitened teeth. “Yeah, I want a star right above my hip.”
Fuuuuck.
“Alright, hop up on my chair and unzip your jeans. You only have to push them down to right above where you want the tattoo.” Summer obliges pushing them down a little farther than I
I fill the gun with more ink and listen closely. “And?”
“She is the best thing that ever happened to me. The waitress is ‘the one’. We’re getting married. If it weren’t for my first fiancée, I would have never met my current fiancée. The noose is my dependency on love. Two people have had the power of taking my heart. It took the first to lead me to the second.”
I smile to myself. Yeah, I think the guy is fucked up but I envy him for having hope and belief. For the next hour, I pour my heart and soul into the piece because he deserves it. Hell, I may have become a believer myself.
No sooner does he leave; I hear the bell on the shop door jingle. Shorty is in the back prepping a stencil for his client so he asks me to assist the next customer.
I look over the privacy wall to see Summer. Fuck. I haven’t seen her since my birthday. And I’m thankful I haven’t. The rumor is that I went down on her and then proceeded to puke all over her naked body. Not my finest moment. So, this conversation could go a number of different ways.
“What’s up?” I ask casually.
Summer takes a strand of her fake blonde hair and twirls it through her bogus fingernails. “I haven’t heard from you. I was getting worried that you might have lost interest.”
I was never interested in the first place.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy. Sorry.” It’s a sorry ass excuse but I don’t have anything else to go on.
“You disappeared that night. I did come back to the room but you were gone.”
I stifle the chuckle that is creeping from my throat. I don’t remember a lick of anything about that night before I ended up at Reece’s house. However, what I have been told about it is fucking hilarious. I doubt Summer will feel the same way. “Yeah, about that night, I’m sorry. I was wasted.”
The apology works for Summer. A huge smile spreads across her made up face. “I was so mad for a few days. I’m totally over it now.”
Oh, fucking hell.
I kind of wish she was still upset. I don’t want Summer to think another hook up is in the future. “I guess we’re cool, then.”
Summer struts up to me and rakes her plastic nail down my chest. Her blue eyes trail from mine down to my feet. “Yeah, Caydon. We’re whatever you want us to be.”
Nothing. I want us to be nothing. Think, asshole. Get her out of here.
“Summer, I had fun that night,” I begin to explain. “But I’m not looking for a girlfriend. Hannah and I just broke up.” Hannah has nothing to do with Summer becoming my girlfriend. I wouldn’t date Summer in a million years. Date, no. Fuck, yes. Hell, fucking her doesn’t even appeal to me anymore. Anytime I think of someone to fuck, usually Reece pops in my head.
“Cay,” she uses my nickname. “Until you find the right girl to be your girlfriend, you are going to need company in the bedroom. I volunteer.” She is not going to allow me to let her off easy.
“I’ll think about it, Summer. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Why did I fucking ask?
Her lips curl around her whitened teeth. “Yeah, I want a star right above my hip.”
Fuuuuck.
“Alright, hop up on my chair and unzip your jeans. You only have to push them down to right above where you want the tattoo.” Summer obliges pushing them down a little farther than I
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