Page 82 of Tattooed Love

“I wanted to ask you something?” Andy grinned at me like I wasn’t giving him daggers under my sunnies. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Anything, everything and something in between,” I replied.

“Well, what time will that finish, because there is a party tonight, you know, celebrating the win.”

“What win?”

“Our win! We beat the Sebastopol team last night and because the game was on a Thursday, we couldn’t party, so we’re partying tonight. You keen?” He grinned again and flicked his brown hair from his eyes.

“Keen for a party?” I questioned.

“Yeah.” His eyes lit up with hope.

“I don’t drink with infants.” I turned my back to him and took a few steps, catching back up with the line.

“Don’t bother Andy, Amber is a bitch like that,” Jax said behind my back, and I whipped around to face him.

“Excuse me?”

Jax crossed his arms, standing next to a disappointed Andy. I wished he would wipe that disappointment off his face. It was bugging me. It made me feel… guilty.

“I said you’re a bitch,” Jax said with ease, looking at me with a bored expression.

“I think we both know you’re the bitch in this relationship,” I scoffed, and then panicked as the words left my mouth.

Jax smirked at me like he had just caught me in love with him or something.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I snarled, and then flung back around, gritting my teeth.

“Sure you didn’t,” he muttered under his breath behind me.

“Hey Jax, are you sitting with us today?” Linda’s voice was soft and sweet; everything she wasn’t.

I kept my eyes glued to the smelly person in front of me. Couldn’t they all just piss off? I was cringing in embarrassment here. Who did Linda think she was anyway? It wasn’t like she was pretty or anything.

I shot a look over my shoulder and saw her link her arm through his crossed arms. So he had a thing for high school students or something? Don’t do it Amber. I could feel my mind ticking evilly but, like always, I didn’t, no, I couldn’t stop myself.

“So, this party Andy, what time is it?” I faked sweetly.

“Um, nine it starts?” he looked confused. Dude, if I was him, I would be too. “Why?”

“I will join you after all. I don’t have any plans,” I replied as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” he grinned like a happy little child.

“Aren’t you planning on drinking tonight?” I arched an eyebrow and he nodded his head. “Well, that doesn’t make much sense, does it? How about I just meet you at your house and we can catch a taxi together?”

“You? At my house?” he spoke so slowly, I was beginning to re-think this. Wait Amber, stay focused.

“Um yeah. That cool?” I turned to face him. “If not, I can, you know, meet you there, but I don’t know where it is.”

“NO NO!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “That works fine.”

I nodded my head and then glanced at Jax, who was glaring across the canteen at who knows what, but Linda’s arm was still linked through his.

“You going tonight Jax?” I smiled. I had this innocence thing down to a fine art. He stopped glaring into the distance and looked at me.

“Perhaps,” he muttered and locked his eyes with mine, clearly wondering what I was playing at. Poor boy couldn’t keep up with me, even if he wanted to.

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