Page 181 of Dirty Like Zane
“So whatis?”
“Nothing,” I said, which was pretty much bullshit. But whatever. If I knew what my problem was, I’d fix it, right? “Actually… I’ve been thinking. I think it’s time for my breakupparty.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I kinda had my heart smashed in a major way. And I know what you’re thinking. What else is new? But this was a big one. You know, doublewhammy.”
Zane just nodded. He didn’t ask for clarification on that, and I had no idea if he knew I was talking about Dylan and Amber both breaking my heart orwhat.
Though if we wanted to get technical about it, it was kind of a triple whammy. Because Elle hadn’t left my heart so intact, and I’d never had a breakup party to put that one to bedeither.
“So,” I asked him, “you ready for thatshit?”
Because no doubt, Zane would have to host this thing. It was pretty muchtradition.
Ever since my breakup party after my relationship with Summer ended… the best breakup partyever… the one that started at Zane’s place in L.A. and ended with me at a ski resort in Alaska, partying with a bunch of members of a traveling freak show, crashing a bachelorette party, snowboarding naked and getting tattooed… he definitely had to hostit.
“Bitch, please,” he said with a smirk. “I’m always ready for thatshit.”
“Yeah? Think you can handle it? You know, now that you’re allmarried…?”
He threw me a dry-as-fuck look. “Pretty sure I can come up withsomething.”
“I don’t even care if it’s dry or whatever,” I said, seriously. “You know, it’s not about getting laid or getting wasted. I can do that any day of the week. It’s about hitting the resetbutton.”
“I get it. Not sure how I’ll top jetting you off to Alaska…” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You still got thattattoo?”
“Actually, it fell off while I was asleep one night. The fuck do youthink?”
“Dunno. Laser removal or someshit?”
I shrugged. “It’s not thatbad.”
“Dude. I sawit.”
I sighed. Yeah; a lot of people saw it. For a while there, I’d gotten into the habit of showing it off when I was good and drunk. The girly pink flower tattoo with the wordsDanny 4Ever, right up under my balls. And since it was right up there, a lot of people had seen other stuff, too. Like my ballsac.
“You ever gonna tell me who Danny is?” he inquired, not for the firsttime.
“Don’tknow.”
He sipped his drink, considering. “And why the pinkflower?”
“I seriously don’tknow.”
“Do I get to pick the tattoo this time? I’ll get you something real nice.” He flashed me a diabolical smile, and Ilaughed.
“No more tattoos unless I’m stone cold sober. You can take that to thebank.”
“Alright, brother.” Zane punched me lightly on the shoulder. “Give me a few days to throw something together. I fly out to Europe next week. We’ll do it beforethen.”
A grin spread across my face, and it felt like a long time since I’d smiled this big. Or looked so forward to… well, anything. “Looking forward toit.”
“Cool. Do I need a guestlist?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, am I supposed to invite Summer to this thing?Dylan?”
