Page 21 of Butterfly Effect


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“You called me Alyeska.” I ball my hands into fists and put them on my hips.

“Yeah? It’s your fucking name, isn’t it?” Lad’s voice is low, so low I want to hear him say it again. Our eyes hold something strange between them. I see ink on his neck, wrapped around a dark butterfly. He didn’t have the tattoo in high school. I would have noticed.

“Why do you have my birthday tattooed on your neck?” I don’t dare reach up and touch it; it might infect me with feelings.

“What are you talking about?” Lad pulls his shirt to cover the tattoo, but it’s on the back side of his neck. If he wanted to be discreet, he should have picked a different spot.

“May thirty-first. It’s my birthday.” Even as I say the numbers on his skin, I doubt it has anything to do with me. Life is a bunch of coincidences and none of them are usually in my favor.

“It’s nothing.” Anger builds in his voice.

“I mean, besides it being my birthday. It is also the date of the accident where you played savior, also the day my mom died. The day we graduated to name a few.” I am sure other things happened on this specific day, but those are the only ones I’ve got.

“It doesn’t matter.” Lad’s eyes are locked on mine and he wants me to drop it so he doesn’t have to explain himself, and I might, if I was good at letting things go.

Lad breaks it first when he sees his friends coming from the other side of the party. “Shit, give me your panties.”

“What?”

“Just give me your panties, so they’ll leave us alone.” Lad is glaring at me, as if this is a reasonable thing to do when you don’t want to talk to your friends.

“Are you insane? I’m not taking my panties off for anybody within a twenty-mile radius, let alone you, pretty boy.” I fold my arms and I doubt my ambitions to come tonight.

“Alyeska, if they think we are about to go hook up, they will leave us alone. I will give them back right after they leave, I promise.” Lad is still watching them as they make their way toward us.

“What if I am not wearing any?” I pout with a revelation.

Lad looks into my eyes, then down my body.

“Take them off, or you are going to be under interrogation by Angie on why you haven’t spread your legs for me.” Lad turns his body to shield me from any onlookers.

“I don’t know why you think this is a plausible solution for our problem. Wouldn’t it be easier to use our words and tell them tofuck off? Now, they are going to think we fucked.” I lean to one side, lifting my dress to get a hand under and pull each side down. As swift and in secret as I can.

“If they think we’ve fucked, they will move on to a new topic. It’s not like they are trying to set us up as lifelong companions.” Lad has a point.

“Fine.” Wiggling my hips to make this strange situation easier.

“Here they come,” Lad says and I pluck them off my shoes and put them in his waiting hand.

“There you go, don’t say I never gave you anything.” I pull my dress back down to hide the evidence of this bare naked behind.

“Hey, guys, I see you two are socializing. Any sparks flying yet?” Angie is hanging off Rush.

“Yeah, you two ready to knock boots?” Rush is wasted, good for him.

“Actually, we were kind of in the middle of something.” Lad unfolds his palm and my silk black panties are hanging off his fingertips.

Thank God I put on a clean pair before I left.

“Oh, my man!” Rush sounds proud of his best friend for holding a woman’s underwear.

“I have the same pair, Alaska! Butt buddies!” Angie is drunk also, which makes this more uncomfortable.

I lose all happiness in this moment.

“Um, that isn’t what the phrase means at all, Angie.” I clarify because she can’t be saying crazy things.

“Well, we can make it our thing! Butt buddy!” Angie doesn’t drop it as she says it a few more times. I am a little mortified, and fuck, Lad is laughing, thinking this is great.

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