Undeniable

Undeniable - Chapter 7

Ugh. Monday.

I hate Monday. And school.

BUT this will take my mind off my butthole history writing assignment due tomorrow... :P

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"God, I'm bored," Jake whined.

It was boring that Saturday in Charleston. I skipped along with my friends and the older King kids on the boardwalk, searching for something to occupy our short attention spans.

Charlotte had taken Lisa to lunch, Kasey was in a kid's camp, and Mark was working at his new job. We had nowhere to be, nothing to do, and nobody to see.

We browsed the shops, not going in, but peering in from the outside. A good number of new ones had opened recently, but none looked especially eye catching.

"Hey," I said, noticing one, finally, "look."

It said 'Henna Tats' in big, bulky, black letters on a sign. There was a college age girl working there, looking bored with her cheek resting on her hand, flipping through a magazine.

"What is that?" Melissa asked.

"What's a Henna Tat?" Madison asked, "Like a tattoo?"

I walked toward it.

"Hi," I said to the girl. She perked up.

"Oh, hey!" she said, "I'm Lexi. Want a tattoo?"

I eyed her. "Are they permanent."

She flipped her wrist. "No, they're hennnas. They wear off after a few weeks."

I smiled at my friends. I stepped into the small hut.

It was painted bright green, very tropical. There was a whole line of huts on either side of it, painted light blue, pink, yellow, orange. It was an uplifting atmosphere.

"We have a book full of designs," she said, "or you could draw your own."

I sat at a little table.

It was a tiny place; all that was really in there was a sink, little counter, three big binders full of designs, and a register table next to a customer table, where I was guessing they tattooed me.

I sat in a small stool, watching as the girl took out a little black bottle filled with ink.

"How much?" I asked.

"20 bucks."

I dug around and found 20 bucks in my purse, handed it to her, and smirked at my friends.

"Weenies."

"I'm not getting a tattoo," said Madison.

"I'm out," Max agreed.

"Yeah," Jake said, "coach would kill us when he sees them."

Jake and Max are very serious about their football.

Melissa shrugged. "I would, but my mom's not too into that."

Come on, it was temporary!

I looked at Thomas. "Get a matching tat with me!" I said, "Please?"