Page 5 of Tattooed Love

“Yep.”

“She won’t get in the way, will she?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. The last thing I needed was to put up with a brat of a little girl.

Cole let out a grunt.

“She’s never home according to dad. Does dance or something. She shouldn’t be a problem.”

I nodded my head and kick-started my motor bike.

“Have fun at school,” he yelled with cockiness to his voice, as I took off.

Time to drag my arse through another day of school.

Bloody parole board.

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I pulled my sunnies down, seated on top of a picnic table, trying my best to stay awake. It had been a long and bloody weekend.

“I can’t believe you tapped her!” Ian exclaimed to Joey next to me.

“She was really good too,” Joey said proudly.

I didn’t bother joining in; I didn’t have the energy. I watched as a small middle schooler was pushed forcefully to the ground. I then saw Amber Shields shoot the kid a dirty glare as she walked away.

She didn’t seem to notice the kid cursing at her as she looked around the yard.

Man, that chick had an attitude problem. I recalled the other night when I’d saved her from herself. I doubted she would remember as she was on another planet when I’d helped her out.

I still can’t believe she lived in that place. What she wore, what she drove, all pointed to money, but, that trashy place I dropped her off to, said anything but money.

“Man, that chick is hot,” Joey muttered with lust in his voice.

Following his gaze, I noticed he was eyeing Amber.

“Yeah, I heard she was linked to some big time gangster,” Ian joined in. These two lived for women; when they weren’t bragging about their latest score, they were lining a girl up.

“Maybe that’s why she’s got that cut lip,” Joey commented.

I looked a bit closer, and noticed that Amber’s lip was broken and swollen. Looks like she copped a good one to the face. Nearly as good as the one I got this morning.

Though I doubted she was with a gangster, because if she was with a big time one, I would have seen her around.

She was talking to Rachel as she approached us; she looked uninterested and tired as she casually smoked a cigarette.

When she walked past us, she flipped the butt into Linda’s hair, which merited Linda’s shrill yell. It went right through me; I really didn’t need to hear that.

Standing up, I put my foot on the butt and squashed it with my foot.

“Your hair isn’t on fire, Linda,” I spoke as she was running her fingers through it, checking to see if it was.

“Thanks,” she mumbled softly and sent me a small smile.

I nodded my head, and walked towards the front doors of the school, cursing the bloody parole board once again for making it a condition of my bail to attend this damn place.

The boys walked in behind me, and I already knew that I was about to waste another six hours of my life here.

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