End Game

End Game - Chapter 22

Chapter 22

            So here I sit waiting for my turn. Thankfully, Rayanne decides to go first. There are three artists in the shop tonight, and since there are four of us, one has to wait. Actually, Collin and Zane are waiting with me while the other artist finishes up with other clients.

            One of the artists is really hot, and I am just praying and praying that I don’t get him. I mean, I have a hard enough time just talking to guys, but adding super hot and tattooed is not a good combination. Plus, the fact that I have to take my shirt off to get my tattoo will make things even more awkward for me. Then there is the hot woman artist, who hasn’t stopped staring at Zane since we walked in, and I quite honestly want to slap her across the face. He’s mine. Did I just say that?

            I don’t know what Rayanne is planning on getting, so I have no idea how long she will be, but I am hoping not too long so I can get her guy. He is like one hundred years old and looks like a crazy version of Willie Nelson. I think I can hold my own with him, unless he is some creepy, perverted old man. Oh please, don’t let him be.

            Just then, I see the hot girl walk over to Zane. I am pretty sure she told us her name when we came in, but all I heard was skank, so that is what I will call her…in my head at least. I hope I don’t accidently throw out skank at her. That would be horrible.

            “Zane?”

            I hear her ask him. She asks it in away that makes me think she thinks he should know who he is…I think.

            I look towards Zane, and he looks at her confused, but then you can tell the moment he recognizes her. Shit. I guess my plans of finally kissing Zane this weekend are gone, because this skanky bitch is totally going to win over me. I mean she is everything I am not. Her boobs look like they cost a fortune. Sadly, you can tell they are real. She is covered in tattoos and, of course, it looks hot on her. On me, I would look like a moron. She is everything I wish I could be, but I have no idea how to achieve it.

            I am so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize that Zane is trying to introduce me to this skanky bitch. Shit. I don’t want to know her name or how they know each other.

            “Hannah, this is Ariel. She is in one of my classes. Ariel, this is Hannah.”

            “Zane, you know you and I have done a lot more than just gone to class together. Oh, so this is the mysterious Hannah. I thought you were made up. I mean, no one can be as perfect as Zane makes you out to be,” Ariel says, in a skanky way, of course.

            I can see Zane tense up as Ariel is making the comment about, what is obviously, their sexual history. I kind of feel sick to my stomach right now. I mean, I know that Zane has sex, and I am sure a lot of it, but I don’t really want it thrown in my face.

            I smile at her because I don’t know what else to do, and because I am pretty sure the way she just talked to me was not nice. It was fake girl nice. You know, when girls are really bitches but cover it up with sweetness. I need Rayanne. She can call girls out on this like nobody else. She says it’s because she can do it better than anyone, and they all fail next to her. Rayanne does rock at the fake girl thing.

            “Hannah, you must feel so lucky to have friend who is just like your brother. The way Zane talks about you, it’s like he is super proud to have you as a sister,” Ariel says with that bitch smirk.

            Again, I am speechless. She is totally trying to get to me upset. She likes Zane and sees me as competition. How is that possible? This bitch is not going to upset me. I know her game. She is jealous of me. Ha! That makes me feel awesome. I feel like my inner bitch is about to find its way out.