End Game (14 page)

“I couldn’t ever want you not helping me or
being there for me Ray.”

“Oh sweet Hannah. You say that now, but I
haven’t even started interfering in your life yet. I am not letting
you walk away from possibly a lifetime of happiness with the guy
you love, because of some stupid shit your mom put in your head. So
just watch out. You don’t know when I will strike.”

I stand there and stare at her because I
don’t know what to say. Does she really believe what Zane and I
have is a lifetime of happiness?

“Put your tongue back in your mouth Hannah.
It’s about to get crazy.”

She starts walking and is laughing her ass
off. Oh no. What does she have planned for this weekend?

I finally catch up to Rayanne. Man she can
walk fast. We are meeting Zane and Collin for dinner, before we
head to the tattoo shop. I really hope everything between Collin
and Rayanne works its way out this weekend. As much as she wants me
to be happy, I want the same for her.

Finally, after what feels like forever, we
get to the restaurant, if you can call it that. It is pretty much a
taco stand with picnic tables. Well, if I am being honest, it isn’t
pretty much that…it is that, but it is supposed to have the best
tacos. I find that quite odd, because as we walk up to order I see
that a little Korean couple owns it. Well, either way I am
starving, so eating is what I am going to do.

I look around to see if Collin and Zane are
here, and I don’t see them. After Rayanne and I get our food we go
and find a place to sit.

“So, do we eat or wait for them to get
here?”

“Girl, I am starving, so lets dig in before
those....”

Rayanne is cut off before she can finish,
because just then Collin and Zane show up.

“I see you girls have already ordered,”
Collin says as he sits down next to Rayanne. He puts his arm around
her, she makes an awkward face, and I can see her trying to pull
away. I stare her down, because my agreeing to this weekend of
adventure is because she agreed to give Collin a chance to explain
himself. She stared back at me, and I can totally see what she is
saying…and it isn’t nice. It’s pretty much a chant, of “bitch” over
and over again, coming at me by only the look in her eyes. Man,
Collin has his work cut out for him.

Zane sits down next to me, and of course he
has to start picking at my food. This has been our newest thing
this past week. He can’t keep his hands off of my food. I just wish
it wasn’t my “food” he couldn’t keep his hands off. FUCK! Again. I
really wish these thoughts would stop popping into my head. What is
wrong with me?

“Hey, go order your own food. I swear Zane,
you could eat 24-hours a day.”

“I am a growing boy. I need all the nutrients
I can to keep this amazing body looking this hot.”

I really wanted to have a snappy comeback or
something, but I just sat there dumbfounded. The truth is, Zane’s
body is amazing, and I wouldn’t want to affect anything that makes
him looks this good.

“Got nothing to say Hannah? I always knew
that you loved my amazing abs.”

Again I am sitting here not saying anything.
I probably looked like an idiot. I can feel the heat on my cheeks,
so I am pretty sure that my face is bright red.

Zane pulls me into a hug and starts laughing.
He leans into my ear and whispers so that Collin and Rayanne don’t
hear.

“It’s okay Hannah. If we were talking about
your body, I would be stunned silent. You look amazing. I love what
you did with your hair.”

Wow!! That was the hottest and nicest thing
that has ever been said to me. I have given up. I am adding another
thing to my list for my adventure weekend. I am going to kiss Zane.
I can’t do this anymore. Before this weekend is over, I am going to
kiss the shit out of Zane Edwards. I just pray he kisses me
back.

Before I can say anything Zane gets up to go
order some food.

Collin turns and smiles at me.

“I know this isn’t my place, and Zane can
handle his own business, but he is taking way too fucking long, so
I am going to put something out there. Hannah, that boy talks about
you all the time. I have to tell him to shut up. I bet he even
talks about you in his sleep. I am positive he talks about you in
the shower.”

Rayanne starts laughing at that comment. I
really hate to admit this, but it takes me a second to figure out
what he means. I don’t know if I should be grossed out or
flattered. Can I be both, because I think I am?

“And, Hannah, I want you to know something
about Zane….”

“What does she need to know Collin?” Zane
asks Collin, and boy does Zane look pissed off.

“Oh! Uhhh…nothing Zane. Just that you take
your Korean tacos very seriously. Calm down dude and sit,” Collin
nervously replies.

“Yes…I do take them very seriously. I mean,
you know how hard it is to find Korean tacos with kimchi,” Zane
says, staring off with a sarcastic look of deep thought.

All of a sudden, just like that, Zane is
calmed down. I don’t know what secret language thing just went down
between the two of them, but I guess guys have the same secret
language as girls do.

After we get done eating we decide to walk to
the tattoo shop, since we are all so full and need to work off our
food. Sadly, it only takes us about ten minutes to get there. I am
shaking as we walk into this place. What the hell was I thinking? I
am not cool enough for this, and I am pretty sure I am going to
pass out at the first sight of this needle. I am so scared, but I
am more scared of what kind of person I am if I chicken out. I need
to do this for me. This is something that I have always wanted and
I need to grow a pair of those trusty balls and just do it.

Chapter
Twenty-Two

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.

I grab Zane’s arm and start rubbing it. What
the hell am I doing? I haven’t touched him like this…ever. I guess
one skanky bitch trying to make me feel like she is better than me
is all it took to show Zane some affection.

I am drawing circles up and down Zane’s arm,
and I can feel the goose bumps start to form.

“You know, Zane and I have never seen each
other as brother and sister. We are friends, but I know that Zane
isn’t my brother and I am pretty sure he doesn’t see me as a
sister,” I say, throwing that same bitchy smirk right back in her
face.

I go on my tiptoes and give Zane a quick kiss
on the cheek. What the fuck did I just do? It’s like I am a guy and
am having a pissing contest with this chick. Well, not exactly like
that, but at least the girl version of that. I have no idea what I
am even thinking right now. I am having an out of body experience.
I hate this chick, and the fact that she slept with Zane is making
me do and say things I would never in a million years do or
say.

Zane looks at me, and I can tell he is as
confused as I am, but only for a split second because he gets this
look on his face like…you know what…I cant even describe it. He
looks like he is about to have some fun, and I don’t know if it is
at my expense or at Ariel’s. Please be her.

Before I know it, Zane is pulling me into his
lap, and starts playing with my hair and rubbing my shoulders.

Shit, it’s at my expense. He wants to keep
going with this stupid game, that I sadly started. I have no idea
how to keep going with this. I only could start because she is a
bitch. So, please start being a bitch again Ariel, or I will look
like a moron.

“Oh,” is all Ariel can say, as she walks away
towards the back of the shop.

You are not helping my situation Ariel. I
need bitch, not stupid.

Zane has now started to rub my back and it
feels amazing. I don’t want him to stop, but at this point Ariel
has gotten the message and we don’t really need to keep up the act.
Neither one of us is stopping…and I am okay with it.

Zane has his hands on my arms now, and it
feels like every spot he touches is set on fire. I still don’t
understand why we aren’t stopping and not talking to each
other.

I could sit like this forever, but all of a
sudden I can feel Zane’s breath against my ear.

In a very breathy and sexy voice, Zane starts
to talk to me.

“I didn’t know that jealous would look so
fucking hot on you Hannah.”

I am speechless. I am so fucking hot for him
right now that I am void of all thought at this moment.

I shift on Zane’s lap so that I can look at
him, and right when I do…I feel it. Like I mean, IT. I can feel
Zane is into me, being on his lap. I don’t even know if I can say
it in my head. I mean, how am I ever going to be able to get past
kissing if I can’t say…dick. Zane’s dick is hard and it’s because
of me. WOW! That is awesome. I did this. Me!

I feel like I have all the confidence in the
world, and it is all because I was able to get Zane hard. Again, I
can’t believe I said that.

Now is the time. I am going to finally grow
some balls and kiss Zane. I am inches away from his lips, and I can
tell by the look on his face he knows I am going to do it and seems
pretty happy about it, but then…Rayanne walks in. Not again!

“Hannah, you’re next bitch….”

She never finishes her sentence, because she
is stopped in her tracks by what she sees Zane and I doing, or at
least almost doing.

I am off of Zane’s lap in a microsecond. I
feel cold from losing his warmth against my body. I look at him,
and I can see the annoyance and frustration all over his face.

“Hannah you’re next, and I am so walking you
back,” Rayanne tells me, as she pulls me towards the back room to
get my tattoo.

I look back at Zane, and he gets up and walks
towards me. I let go of Rayanne’s hand and walk towards him. I
don’t know what is going to happen, but I want whatever is going to
happen, to happen.

Zane hugs me and kisses my cheek, and then
silently whisperers in my ear, “When we kiss for the first time, it
won’t be in the middle of a tattoo shop in front of a bunch of
people.”

“Okay,” is all I can muster up the courage to
say. My whole body is shaking out of nerves and excitement.