The Collector
by Victoria Scott
~Dirty, like me~
I’m sporting my black Boss dress shirt—sleeves rolled up, of course—dark jeans, and my red Chucks. Even sprayed on my favorite scent, Safari. Because it’s dirty, like me. If Charlie doesn’t dig my get up, I’ll expose her for what she is: asexual.
~Wicked~
I make sure to give her a good view of my tats as I drag on my jeans: the dragon covering my back and the tree stemming from my elbow, growing up my bicep, and branching over my shoulder. The tree is barren and completely wicked. I know, because I specifically told the tat guy that I wanted it to look wicked.
