She turned all her attention to Jenny, who seemed to be talking. Shane loved that Carmen sat there; she could pretend she was staring at Jenny, when she really couldn’t take her eyes off of Carmen. What was driving her crazy was Carmen’s foot brushing her leg, the feel of her skin and the straps from the shoe kept her mind in one place.

   “So Carmen when are you going invite us over to your new place?” Alice was looking back and forth between Carmen and Shane. She thought she saw a flicker of fear in Shane eyes. “What you leave your mom’s place and move out of Jenny’s after like what a week. I want to see this place.”

   “Hey Shane.” the suddenly very quiet group were startled back to life when a rambunctious ten year old came running over. He stopped when he saw the group; he was always shy around them, all except Alice and Carmen.

   “Hey buddy, where’s your mom?” Shane looked over at him, he just stood beside her.

   “Over there.” he pointed to the counter, Shane stood up to go over there. Shay took her seat before she even stepped away. “Can have a sip of your coffee?”

   “No.” Carmen and Shane answered which caused Alice to look at them.

     Why the hell would Carmen know that Shay wasn’t allowed to have coffee? Why would she care?

   “So Shay what’s up with you? You chasing the girls like your sister and dad?” he stared at her like she was crazy, the others were some one amused at what she said. “What he’s a McCutcheon, it’s not like he doesn’t have that charm.”

   “You’re weird.” Shay said he looked over his shoulder over at his sister and mom. He went to sneak a sip of Shane’s coffee when he saw Carmen give him the same look as his mom. “Fine I’ll go ask mom to buy me a drink.”

     He put his bag on the table and went over to the counter. Kit went straight for him, she had on this smile that she had especially for him. That was when it happened; Shane and Carla were walking over to the group when they heard Shay yell the word that they both hated so much.

   “DAD!”

     They looked over to see Gabriel McCutcheon standing in the door way, with his sunglasses on and that signature stance. Before he could walk over Shane had ran over and punched him as hard as she could. His nose broken and his chin were covered in blood. Shane, who was breathing hard, wiped the small amount of blood she had on her hand onto her shirt. Her face was distorted with anger; it scared everyone in the café.

   “What the hell do you want?” she spat out at him.

          TBA

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