#Chapter84

Trey decided that we'd have some music playing in the background. This is my fault for not talking just staring like some freak.

I moved over to sit next to him. I began to trace his tattoo on his left arm. I knew he got this right after we left school.

"I like your tattoo" I say once he grabs my hand stopping me from tracing the lines of his tattoo. Like it bothered him or at least left a lasting effect on him. t

" I'm glad you do, I had to keep my bad boy image didn't I" he says chuckling.

"Obviously, to be honest I thought...