Say The Word

Chapter 25- Ɛ> <3

  Sharp pain ran through me as multiple needles punctured the skin of my chest.

"Taking this surprisingly well, geep," Ceb hummed from the other side of the room. Oh, if only they knew how much I wanted it to stop.

Yes, somehow, I had agreed to get a tattoo with them, a matching one to be specific. A less than three mathematic sign, both the tattoos mirrored each other, so if we touched them up together, it would perfectly mirror the other one. I, being scared of what papa would think of it got it on left chest, unlike Ceb who had it on their wrist.

"Why are you getting it on your wrist anyway?" I asked, jerking subtly from the pain, hoping they did not notice it.

"Easier to take care off, obviously. Seen people with fresh tattoos, ya literally need to slap on Vaseline, it'll be more accessible. If you are wondering about the school, they don't care about me so, y'know, I do what I want."

The only reason why we could get a tattoo was because Ceb had a friend who owed them, as they put, 'a big time'. Whatever that meant, it must have been something really big if he was willing to let us get free tattoos.

"Why 'cha ask, geep? Starting to regret where you're having it?"

"No, just curious."

"Mhm, always curious, 'm surprised you ain't dead yet with that curiosity of yours, but it's cute." What was that supposed to mean?

They kept staring at me from the worn down waiting bench, head backed to the weird choice of green. The right half of their body stuck to the glass covered with different pictures and designs. Those comforting gleaming onyx eyes, while did not match with Ceb's contrasting sombre expression, dead set on me, making me feel embarrassed in a way with how much they were staring. It was not an uncomfortable feeling, just that all of a sudden I was aware of every sensation my body felt, every drop of sweat rolling down my back, every time my heart pumped, every breath exhaled.

"Okay, you are done," the last bit of ink and blood was wiped off from me. He covered the raw skin in some jelly and bandaged it. "Don't remove this for the next twenty-four hours. Remember to slap on some Vaseline, like Ceb there said, don't forget or your skin's gonna rot."

What?

"Rave's just kidding, don't worry about it," Ceb reassured. "Put on your clothes, we're outta here. Thanks, Rave, we're even now...sort of."

"Yeah, yeah, don't call me that, I still owe you one more favor or something like that. I need a drink after seeing your face," he gestured us out the door.

Ceb did not look back, grabbing my hand and we were out of that place.

The sun shone on us; somehow it felt like it was approving our bizarre relationship. Ceb's hand was warm and rough, and, well, I liked the fact that they had mine in theirs.

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I have no idea how it even happened. We were out in the sun one moment and the next Ceb had me pushed against one of the doors of a toilet stall. Their tongue in my mouth and me trying to keep up with the movements, trying to kiss back (Yes, if you are wondering, I did consent to this. Yes, they did literally ask if they could kiss me.).

When they finally pulled away, we were both gasping for air.

"You're really bad at this," they breathed out.

"You're the one who pushed in your tongue."

"Yeah, well, not my fault you're hot."

"What-"