Page 14 (2/2)

Brandon flashed a grin atout for Emma as she drew closer to hi her whenever he could

Then Frizzy spoke up "I’ll tell you what’s going on here! These ASSHOLES are refusing to fix the tattoo they erously low riding shirt down even more and flashed me prettytoat "What the hell is that?" I asked, not trying to be funny I seriously couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be

"That," she said snidely, "was supposed to be a unicorn withy, over inflated flesh If you squinted just right, maybe crossed your eyes a little, you could aluely resey hair And the initials? Well, Kar herself be known on this one

"Does that say ASS?" I asked her incredulously "Your initials are A-S-S?" I snorted unintentionally, trying to shter

She huffed and drew herself up ( me back up quickly as her nipple al, "NO THEY AREN’T! My initials are S-A-S! For Sasha Ann Stanley!"

I snorted again, earning another glare, before asking, "So why does it say A-S-S? Were you drunk when you got it? Or better yet, was the tattoo guy drunk?" I laughed as I asked, not able to help it anymore Luke cleared his throat behindlook And then it hitbolt out of left field

"Oh, SHIT!" I yelled "You’re that chick that Luke busted fuckin’ old dude in Brandon’s chair! Aren’t you!?"

Frizzy didn’t like that much My bad Or not…

"R-E-S-P-E-T, you little bitch You knohat that spells?" she screeched "That spells respect, and as soiven a bad tattoo by this shop, I not only deserve respect, but I DEMAND IT! Now tell that s bastard behind the counter to FIX THIS SHIT!" She stoood ht behind the counter and heard Easp Luke dropped his arrab so went down

Unable to resist the opening she’d left, I leaned on the counter, forcing round and laugh my ass off "Actually, Aretha," I drawled, "that spells respet Which, by the way, is not a word At least not in the English language, anyway" Going for broke, I lifted a hand and pretended to inspect s and deht want to check yourself As for the tattoo, well, honey you’re shit outta luck We all knoho you are, and we kno you got that…that…whatever the hell it is on your chest, and no one in this shop is gonna touch you with a twenty foot pole Mmhtened away from the counter just in case "You don’t knohat the fuck you’re talking about, bitch, and you for darowled ather head back and forth like a chicken

I stepped forward again, sh she had a couple inches and about 50 pounds on me "I know exactly who you are You’re the hoe who let a drunk and high duht add, because you let said du it So, because you were bouncing on his balls, it’s your own fault that you have an unfinished, awful looking et the hell out now? Or would you rather discuss the broken equipot paid for?"

And then while she stood there gaping at etting out of the way, and then stood there laughing as she finally huffed and puffed herself up before turning and sto back in her shirt, flopping in the ith every step