Lucy's P.o.V
"Can you wait until the evening?", I grinned to myself and put on black lace underwear, blue jeans and a big sweater that hid any curves.
"If you keep putting on a bag like that for clothes, then by all means," he laughed, getting dressed as well.
Hurt, I turned away, he knew why I didn't put on anything short-sleeved.... Or had he not seen the tattoos on the inside of my upper arm yet?
"Hey babe... what's up?"
Confused, he hugged me from behind and brushed my hair aside.
"I... I'd like to walk around like the others.... Not like my boobs are half falling out....but short-sleeved.... And tight... But I can't do that," I muttered softly.
Slowly, he reached around my arm and pulled up my sleeve.
"Show your scars... Show everyone how strong you are... you don't have to be ashamed of it. You made it, you survived it all. It's just in the eye of the beholder."
"Damn Colin...", I whimpered, showing him the tattoos: bitch, slave, wastrel.
Those words were giving me a hard time.
"Well... Come on, let's go to my tattoo artist before breakfast and get you a cover-up."
Determined, he threw on his jacket and looked at me promptly.
"No... It hurt like a son of a bitch... And cost money."
I looked around overwhelmed, picked up my bag and pocketed my cue cards and Usb stick for the presentation. I pulled down my sleeve and gave him a kiss.
"No matter how much I would change, I'm not like a car you can fix, I'll never run right.... And I'll never be able to please everyone, because they'll always see me the way they do now...", I sighed. "But as long as I have you, my life makes sense..."
Colin's P.o.V
Sighing, I put my arm around her and walked outside with her.
"My tattoo artist doesn't charge money, and he doesn't really care if you take painkillers beforehand."
"He'd have to touch me..."
"You need to start learning how to handle touch anyway.... It works for me, too..."
"It's different with you... I trust you..."
"Can anyone else touch you too?"
"Kai and Rayan...to some extent.... If they give me a heads up"
"How do you react when one of your classmates touches you?"
She looked away, she associated touch only with pain. Sighing, I looked at the clock... wtf, since when was it so late, it was already just after half past ten.
"Come on...we should get to school.... I have an important presentation to listen to."
I stroked her cheek and she began to beam.
"Mine?"
"Yup... Do you still have Mr. Bennet in Bio?", I asked with interest, to which she nodded curtly. "Perfect...that used to be my coach, that guy loves me." A laugh escaped my lips at the thought of before. "So shouldn't be too hard to sneak me into your class."
"Why do you really want to go?" she then asked.
"I have to support my baby, after all, so you don't break down in fear... and I want to rub my old coach's nose in the fact that I became world champion before he did."
Grinning, I stepped outside with her into the cold. Just like the good old days, we were soon standing outside the school gates of Westminster High, which sent me into a state of nostalgia before we slowly walked forward.
"Ready?", I asked to make sure she wouldn't turn back.
"Sure... "
Not very convincingly. Smirking, I put my arm around her waist.
"Imagine you're performing this just for me.... And no one else is in the room"
"Okay... look.. the others are already looking..." she whispered to me as all eyes were on us.
Confident as ever, I stepped past everyone along with her as they all made room for us as if they were afraid of us.... until I realized that there was real panic in their eyes.... did they know me?
"This could be fun.", I grinned and kissed Lucy on the head in front of everyone.
She looked at me smiling and moved a little closer to me. Smiling, I looked down at her as we arrived in front of the old classroom.
Oh God, memories flooded in, how many times I had been lying here on the floor covered in blood, trying not to pass out.
She stopped, looked to a guy, he looked at her, she nodded imperceptibly.
Slowly I continued to walk forward with her, giving the guy a murderous look.
"Who is that?" I hissed, with an evil foreboding.
"Nobody... Don't worry..." she breathed and walked into the classroom.
Too bad I can tell when people are lying. When the teacher entered the room she was the only one who stood up, everyone else was busy looking at me and at her. In a good mood I walked over to her and sat in her chair while she stood.
Lucy's P.o.V
When the teacher asked me to give my presentation, I shyly walked forward and started talking about the topic. At first it was pure stuttering as all eyes were on me, but from time to time it got better and when it was over the teacher just looked at me proudly and I quickly scurried back to my seat.
"Colin... You're in my seat...", I whispered, by the way I was still shaking like a Chihuahua on speed.
Colin's P.o.V.
I proudly pulled her onto my lap and stroked her back.
"You did great, babes."
Smirking, I kissed the back of her neck. She blushed and clutched the back of the chair as I continued to kiss her neck.
"Don't start moaning or I'll have to stop," I whispered softly before running my hand under her top.
She blushed even more and bit her lip. I slowly kissed my way from her neck to her shoulder, running my hand slowly over her skin towards the south on the side.
She let me struggle and tried to concentrate on the lesson as best she could. I continued until a gasp escaped her and then stopped abruptly.
"Now you know how I felt this morning.", grinning, I let go of her and noticed all the looks that kept darting to us.... um... oops?
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Ocean Eyes
Teen Fiction"Lucy do this, Lucy do that! Lucy, this is bad for you!" I could scream. So loud that everyone would hear. My life was planned out and gray. If he hadn't been in the right place at the right time, I would be flying with the angels, or more likely b...
