The next morning, I woke up with a text from Caleb.
'Hey, thanks for dinner last night. You looked amazing, by the way. Tell me if Dallon tries that again.'
I smiled, and replied with, 'I had an amazing night with YOU, with Dallon, not so much.'
I walk into the bathroom, and take a quick shower, then blow dry my hair.
I go into my closet to find a tee shirt, and some skinny jeans.
I put on the desired clothes, and fix my hair.
When I was done getting ready, I heard the doorbell.
It went off four times before I made it to the door.
When I saw who it was, I laughed a bit.
"Ew. What do you want?" I asked.
My best friend was at the door, showing me pictures of a tattoo she wanted.
"Do you think he can do this?" She asked.
"Yes, I believe he can do it, Becca." I say.
She walked inside, screaming with joy.
I laughed, and shut the door.
It was 1:00pm, and our appointments started at 2:30.
"Hey, Becca, we have to leave now." I say, walking a bit.
She follows behind me, and gets into the passenger seat of the car.
I get in the driver's seat, and put my seatbelt on.
I step on the brake, and slowly ease out of the driveway.
We drive for about 20 minutes, then we stop for drinks and to get gas.
When we walk inside the gas station, we see a familiar, unwanted face.
Dallon.
...
He was talking to the cashier, and Becca smiled widely. Before I had the time to say anything, she was already flagging him down.
"Dallon! Dallon, Isabelle is here!" She yelled.
He smiled, and said goodbye to the cashier.
"Hey, Becca? Can Isabelle and I talk for a second?" He asked, pushing her away.
"No." I said. "We can't."
He smirked and pulled me to the side.
"I'm sorry for what I did. I was stupid last night." He said.
"It's a little too late to apologize, Dallon." I said, walking to the cash register, and paying for the items and gas.
Becca and I walked out, and got into the car.
...
The next hour of the drive was really boring.
The tattoo parlor had a sign with 'tattoos' written on it.
When we stepped inside, we saw a man with dark hair, dark eyes, perfect teeth, about 5'9, wearing converse, skinnies, and an awesome tattoo.
He was so freaking attractive.
"Hi, I'm Brendon!" He said, enthusiastically.
Brendon.
