Page 123 of Love Collided

“Damn,” Carly said. “That seems extreme.”

“Well, now I feel a little worse about the guys taking him like that. Maybe I should text Fox and let him know to go a little easier on the guy?”

“Please,” I begged, as she pulled out her phone.

“Aww,” Quinn said, coming over to hug me. “You really do like him and I’m so happy because this is so cute.”

“It’s not going to be very cute if he’s dead or beat up.Again.”

“I doubt they will be that rough on him.”

“Hopefully,” Quinn whispered. “I don’t know what they are doing because they are already friends. With Jesse, they just tried to become friends, and bitched when he was rude.”

“Honestly, it would have saved me a lot of time if they would have been more drastic.”

“But you would have been just as pissed,” Ash said.

“Which is why I currently don’t trust my own judgment and wanted you all to approve first. I felt so bad telling Chase that, but I couldn’t handle making the wrong choice again.”

They all gave a tight smile, and Carly came over to hug me. “Come on. It’s never too early to start in on mimosa’s, and you can catch us up on everything to do with Chase.”

Three hours later,the door burst open. The guys walked in laughing as I searched their faces for Chase. Finally, I saw him walk in, smiling and laughing as Fox came in behind him.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled as they fanned out, each of them going to the girls besides Kye, who went for the mimosa still sitting on the counter.

Chase came over, leaning down and kissing my cheek as I clung to him.

“What happened? Did they punch you? Are you hurt?”

Fox laughed, his arms around Ash. “Relax, Scout. We were completely messing with you. He’s fine.”

“And technically, we aren’t the ones who hurt him,” Kye said, his grin widening.

“What does that mean?” I asked, turning back to Chase. My eyes searched for him for any sign of an injury.

“It means they were messing around thinking it would be funny to make you panic, and before you get mad at me, I left my phone in your apartment so I couldn’t say a word,” Chase said, smiling. “They didn’t do anything to me, and they didn’t make me do anything, but they did want to know how serious I felt about this.”

“Oh,” I said, wishing I could ask the same thing. “And?”

“And we dared him to show us how serious he was,” Kye said, not controlling how hard he was laughing now.

“What does that mean?”

Chase laughed, pulling off his hoodie.

I could see the wrap over a tattoo on the inside of his arm, right above the inside of his elbow.

“They dared me to get a tattoo, and I was happy to agree,” he said, holding his arm out so I could see the black and neon green in the tattoo. It was a knife going across his arm, the top half of my name above the knife and the bottom half reflected in the blade.

“You have a tattoo of my name,” I said, the shock obvious.

“Yes, and I think it turned out pretty great.”

He wasn’t wrong at all. I loved it, but he had my name on his body.

“And that’s all you guys made him do?”

“We didn’t make him. He basically offered,” Jax said. “And before you get all mad, we would have been fine even if he didn’t do it.”

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