The Mentor

Chapter 18

I didn't want to leave that night...but I had to. Kyle and I finished the drawing eventually and I went to change out of that uncomfortable robe. I went into the bathroom and put my pants and bra back on. I couldn't find my shirt anywhere. I looked under the sink and behind the toilet, everywhere.

"Shit!" I grumbled.

"What's wrong?" Kyle exclaimed, running into the bathroom.

Thankfully, I was wearing a sports bra that day so it wasn't as embarrassing as him seeing me in my regular Victoria's Secret shit.

I pulled my shirt out of the bathtub. Of course, I had to carelessly toss it aside when I was changing into the robe. The showerhead had been dripping the entire time, leaving my shirt soaked.

"Of course I didn't look where I was throwing my shit..." I sighed, ringing out the shirt in the sink.

I pulled the nasty, damp thing over my head and cringed.

"Oh my God, stop it." Kyle muttered, snatching the shirt off my head.

"What? I'm not keeping that robe." I sighed.

Kyle rang out the shirt a little more and tossed it over the shower door. He walked back out into the bedroom and rummaged through his bags for a moment. He came back into the bathroom and tossed something at me.

"Take this. I'll keep your shirt here to dry overnight." He insisted.

"Uh...okay...thanks." I said softly.

I pulled the shirt over my head. It was a black shirt that had zombies on it that said "The Walking Dead." Of course it was gargantuan on me and came down to my mid thigh.

"Thanks Kyle." I smiled.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Least I could do, I suppose."

"I'll pick up my shirt and get this back to you tomorrow morning. Did you want-"

He cut me off.

"You keep it, it's yours." He whispered.

"Thank you..." I whispered, smirking.

I grabbed my bag out of the bedroom and headed out. Kyle wished me a good night and I did the same.

The next morning came way too soon. I slept in Kyle's shirt and didn't feel like changing in the morning, it felt too special. I styled it with some jeans and my black Doc Martens after getting out of the shower. I went to the hotel breakfast and brought my oatmeal up to my room. I didn't feel like watching TV or anything. I just sat on the couch with my breakfast, staring out the window. 11:00 was approaching so I grabbed my stuff and went downstairs and got on the bus. Kyle was already there waiting for me.

"You didn't change?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"I was too lazy. I didn't sleep great." I lied.

"As long as you don't smell, whatever." He chuckled.

We rolled up to the shop and set up everything for our tattoos and got to work. Frank, our canvas, changed his mind about the placement and we put it on his inner calf instead. He couldn't sit worth shit. I got very frustrated as a result and rushed through my parts, before I had to switch off with Kyle.

We did finish our tattoo though, thankfully. We got Frank all cleaned up and he seemed pretty happy with it. We went back to the loft and hung around for a while before getting called back for critiques.

It was a hard day. There were only a couple good critiques so far, and it wasn't even our turn yet. Tatu baby got an amazing critique. I was happy for her, I hope she'd win tattoo of the day if we didn't.