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your shitty attitude on me.” He doesn’t break his gaze, just burrows his eyes deeper into mine. One thing I’ve learned about Jake Evans is that he never shies away from looking directly at you. Some days, I feel as though he holds the key to my soul as intense as he looks at me.
    Conceding as always , I sit back down on the step and rest my head in my hands. Jake moves further up and sits next to me. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there and looks out beyond the driveway, seemingly deep in thought. I take the opportunity to look at his strong arms covered in tattoos, which are mostly medieval-looking designs with castles, knights holding swords and dragons. The other arm is half-way done, but I can’t really get a good look at the retro designs. Whatever has possessed him to have that permanently imprinted on his body?
    I’ve never understood tattoos. Most of the boys and men I’ve grown up with don’t have them. Well , in the country club world anyway. It’s very much frowned upon and my mother would behead me if she knew I got a tattoo.
    Jake catches me staring at him and smiles. “See something you like?”
    Rolling my eyes, I answer, “Keep your ego in check, bud. I was just trying to understand why you would get dragons tattooed on your arm.”
    Jake rolls up the sleeve of his shirt to his shoulder , giving me a full view of the colorful art embedded into his skin. I think he even flexes his muscles. Wow, yeah, no ego issue here. “I think it’s cool. I don’t know. I’ve always liked movies and books with that stuff in it.”
    A huge smile spreads across my face. He may have some redeeming qualities after all. I nudge him with my shoulder , getting his attention. “Jake Evans, you have a little geek in you.”
    “What? Like hell I do.” He’s clearly embarrassed , but it’s nice to have him in the hot seat instead of me.
    “Did you play Dungeons and Dragons?” I let out the biggest laugh in the history of all laughs at the look on his face, which is torn between shock and anger. The visual of Jake wearing a wizard’s hat and casting spells on his opponents to take them out of the game makes me laugh even harder. I can see him plotting his next move and daring someone to challenge him. “You know, your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone about your inner geek.”
    “Fuck off.” He nudges me back , and for the first time since meeting him three weeks ago, I feel we are having a normal conversation. “Check this arm out and let me know if you think I’m still a geek.” He lifts up his other sleeve then turns to show me the art more closely, “This is a dedication to my love of old cars, bikes and everything James Dean. That fucker was so cool.”
    “What kind of car is that?” I ask.
    “1957 Chevy Bel Air. It’s my all-time favorite car, and before I die, I will own one.” His smile is gleaming as it lights up his face.
    The tattoos are flawless, like someone took a paint brush and covered his skin with elegant pictures. I prefer these much more to the medieval junk on his left arm. Every inch of his skin is covered in a fifties-style depiction except for a patch of skin on his upper arm.
    “Are you going to put anything ther e?” I ask, pointing to the naked skin.
    “Yeah , someday I will. Just haven’t found anything I like yet.” He’s being pleasantly endearing and I hope this version of Jake is the one that stays.
    “Really, what’s up? You look like someone shot your dog or something.”
    “I… just wasn’t expecting to see what I saw at the shelter today.” Visions of frail children flash into my mind and I can feel my heart break all over again. “It was incredibly sad and tragic. To be honest, since coming to Sulfur Heights, that’s the vibe I get whenever I open my eyes and look around. Everything is just… different.”
    I know what Presley’s perception of Sulfur Heights is—the town’s divided by the railroad tracks —but I never really