Nervously, I do as he says.
"You ready?" he asks.
I look at Roxy as she gives me a reassuring look that reminds me of the conversation we had a few minutes ago. I want to do this. I need to do this.
"Absolutely," I say.
I feel Jared's fingers press down on my hip as the gun starts buzzing. The pricking of the needle stings slightly on the sensitive area, and I pinch my eyes shut.
"You doing okay?" Jared asks me.
Opening my eyes as I start to numb to the sensation, I look down at him. "Yeah, it's actually not as bad as I thought."
"Well, I'm just about done."
"Really?!" I say, surprised at how fast it was.
Roxy lets out a soft laugh, "Candace, It's just a tiny-ass heart. How long did you think it was going to take?"
"Done," he says and he rolls away on his stool to grab a mirror and then rolls back. He hands it to me, and I hold it up, staring at the reflection of my new tattoo. It's a simple black outline of a heart. Small and discreet.
"I love it, Jared. Thank you."
He rubs on a glob of cool ointment and adheres a bandage over it. I grab his hand as he helps me sit up.
"Here," he says and hands me a sheet of paper. "This will tell you how to care for the tat as it heals. If you notice anything unusual going on, call me."
I nod and tell him, "Will do. Thanks again."
Roxy grabs Jared around his waist to give him a hug. "Come over later?"
"Yeah, I get out of here around six," he says before leaning down to kiss her. "See you girls later."
"Bye," we both say as we head back over to the coffee shop.
Holy shit! I cannot believe I just got a tattoo. My act of rebellion is thrilling, and I like the energy that flows through me. I could get used to this excitement.
Chapter three
"I still can't believe you got a tattoo, and I'm still pissed that you did it without me," Kimber says.
"Honestly, it was a spur of the moment thing," I say as I sit on the floor and unpack my dance bag. I have been living in the studio for the past few days. Classes are about to start, and I want to make sure I'm prepared and on top of my game. Kimber had been upset when I told her about my rare act of rebellion, but she's since calmed down.
"I am so excited that you are coming out with us tomorrow. I'm not sure what has gotten into you, but I like it," she says as she sits on my bed and watches me as I rub baby powder into my pointe shoes and hang them on a hook in my closet to air dry.
I start stripping off my sweaty clothes. "I don't know. Roxy just finally got through to me, I guess. She's right; it's time to start having a little bit of fun."
I hear my phone chime, and I walk over to my desk to read a new text.
"Who's that?" Kimber asks.
"It's from Jack. I haven't heard from him since we went out last Friday."
Kimber jumps off the bed and is quickly hanging over my shoulder to read his message.
Got plans tomorrow night?
For some reason Thursday nights are big nights to go out around here. The bars and clubs are always packed.
"You should ask him to come with us," she says as she smacks my bottom and walks out of my room.
I sit down at my desk and text him back.
Going dancing at Remedy with some friends. You should come!
Remedy huh? What time?
Around 10:30.
Meet you there?
Yeah. See you then.
I hop up from my chair, excited about seeing him tomorrow, and throw on some clothes. I make my way to the kitchen to fix a salad. While I'm chopping some veggies, my phone begins to ring. I pick it up to see that it's my mother. Crap.
"Hey, Mom."
"Hi, darling. Look, there is a banquet this Saturday, and I am being recognized for my contributions to the Children's Foundation. I need you to be there," she demands.
I know she only wants me to attend for appearance's sake. One supportive, happy family. It's such a lie.
"I can't, Mom. I have to work that night."
"Well, take off," she says as if it's no big deal.
"I can't ask off work three days in advance. It doesn't work that way." I get so annoyed by her lack of consideration.
"Christ, Candace," she barks at me. "This is important. I don't even know why you have that little job."
"I like working, Mom. I'm sorry, but I just can't go," I say in the softest tone I can manage because I know she's about to flip. This is so typical of her.
"I swear, I don't know how to deal with you. You are such a selfish little girl. Here you are, playing around in college on your father's dime, and you can't even choose a respectable major. It's quite embarrassing. Then, when I ask you to do something to support me, you blow me off for some trivial job you don't even need. Where is your loyalty to this family?"
My face heats and I slam the knife down on the hard granite countertop. "Support you? You always want me to support you, Mother. What about supporting me? Shit, Mom, you have never once attended any of my shows. I work my ass off. You have no clue what it is I am doing here. I'm sick of this shit. I'm never going to be good enough, am I? What do you want from me? Please, just tell me so I know exactly what I need to do to make you f**kin' like me!" Disconnecting the call, I throw the phone across the counter. I am beyond pissed. My heart is racing, and I try to slow my breathing so I can calm down.