Page 19 of Tattooed Love

It was going to be hard to walk away from Blake and his gang.

“Don’t you want to catch up with us?” Adam asked hurt audible in his tone.

I tried hard not to roll my eyes.

Cole wasn’t saying that a few months ago, but that was a different story. A longer one, a darker one and one I wasn’t ready to share with anyone but Blake. So, even now, as he looked at me, I couldn’t bring myself to telling the story - maybe one day I would, but today wasn’t that day.

“Not much to talk about,” I said blankly.

Because they couldn’t, no, let’s rephrase that, they wouldn’t tell me the truth about them and what was going on in their lives.

“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” Tyler asked quietly.

Why did he sound disappointed too?

“Yeah, assignments to complete, you know,” I brushed off easily.

“Good. We have more important things to deal with anyway,” Cole stated and rose from his chair.

“No, you boys said you would stay the night!” My dad piped in.

Annoyance flickered across Cole’s face, but Troy quickly interrupted.

“We did, and we are.” Troy ended the conversation, giving Cole a pointed look.

Hah, sucks to be him.

“Have a good night studying Amber,” Troy softly said to me. A smile appearing on the corners of his lips.

“I knew dad was overdoing it, saying you had gone completely off the rails.” Tyler added.

“Yeah, all you needed were some wise words from your brothers,” Adam quietly added, with a smile.

Geez, how stupid could they be!

I almost felt bad for lying so bluntly to their faces.

I smiled and quickly turned my back to them, as I curled my nose in disgust!

Wise words from my brothers! Hah.

What a joke.

I took the stairs two at a time.

Now to get changed and go take care of business.

Then, after business was taken care of, I was going to get seriously smashed. I didn’t know what was worse, knowing I had lied to them so easily, or that I didn’t feel the tiniest bit guilty.

Chapter 5

“NOOOOOOO”, I screamed as I stepped out of the black Mustang.

Liam chuckled. “You are! You are seriously hammered,” he slurred.

I wasn’t going to lie and say this was one of my finest moments. I was drunk, and perhaps high on a fresh break-up. These two factors combined, ended with me wanting a meaningless one-night stand.

I fought another fit of laughter as I stumbled up my front steps.

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