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guys to tattoo them rather than have my mangled face staring down at them. I don’t let it bother me. Anymore.
    A short while later, a white limo pulls up outside and four giggling girls bounce excitedly into the shop.
    Frank was right, they all want butterflies. I was also right, they’ll wait.
    I’m packing my stuff up for the night when a fifth girl enters the shop, the bell above the door announcing her entrance. A gust of wind behind her circles her long brown hair in a gentle swirl around her. She’s not silly and giggling like her friends. She has more of a calm demeanor. Serious. Her amber eyes survey the little shop until they land on me. Our eyes lock for a moment before I twist away, breaking the stare. I reach for my sunglasses and slip them on. Freak show’s over .
    One of her friend’s runs over, whispering something in her ear all the while staring in my direction. Not hard to guess she’s explaining my being turned down to tattoo them. Even though I’m sure an explanation isn’t exactly needed.
    The last of my stuff is cleaned and put away. I grab my keys and yell out a goodnight to Frank on my way out.
    “Hey.” A light touch grazes my shoulder. “Are you available to do my tattoo?”
    The dark haired beauty waits thoughtfully for me to answer. She wants to show me she’s the nice one of the group. Feels bad and wants to make me feel good.
    “Sorry, I’m on my way out. One of the other guys will help you.” I nod my head towards the other end of the shop and breeze past her.
    “I didn’t ask for one of the other guys. I asked if you’re available.” A bold, collected statement. She stops me dead in my tracks. My heart drops down to my feet and races back up, thumping away in my chest.
    “I thought you weren’t getting a tattoo?” One of her friends shrieks over with a shocked expression.
    “I changed my mind,” she answers, looking directly at me. “I want to get one right here.” Her hand lowers down, pressing into her hip.
    Looking down where she’s pointing causes an involuntary shiver to run through me. I know I couldn’t hold a needle straight right now even if I wanted to. The sexy jeans hugging her curves are causing me to sweat. One look at the exposed skin of her hip and I’d be lost for sure.
    “You and your charity work,” her friend says, lowering her voice but not low enough. The beautiful girl drops her eyes away from me tensing up. The friend’s nasty disapproval hit a nerve.
    “Like I said, I’m on my way out.” I let her off the hook. The bells above the door jingle as I exit the shop.
    I’m glad to be away from whatever that just was. I look at the limo parked outside and laugh. A bunch of rich girls out on the town, looking for a night of reckless fun. Out to prove to the world how cool they are, getting bad ass butterfly tattoos. I’m glad to have no part in it.

Chapter Six
    Josh
    Becca’s sitting on a bench at the bus stop near my parked car. Her bright pink ponytail bops up and down as she listens to music with her head hung down. I can keep walking and she would never know, but instead I stop. “Where you headed?”
    She takes a bud from her ear and grins up at me. “Why? Are you offering me a ride?”
    “If you want one.”
    “If you’re heading to school I’d love a ride. I have a class.”
    I didn’t realize we went to the same school. But it makes sense. It’s the one everyone who opts to stay home goes to. “Yeah, I can give you a ride. I have a class now, too. What are you taking?”
    “Mondays I have Art History. What about you?” She follows me to my car and I click open the lock for her to get inside.
    “I have some accounting class, the most boring course on earth.” I didn’t open the door for her, but why would I? Why would I even think that?
    “If it’s so boring, why are you taking it?”
    “My parents wanted me to take it.” Sometimes saying things out loud…you can hear them more clearly. Is that the only reason