Bad boys do it well

Chapter 14: tattoos are for jackass's

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Amity's Pov

"Helloooooooo?" I knocked on the door of Callum's house, my knuckles pounding on the cold hard surface.

Callum swung the door open, a little girl latched to his leg. "What the heck are you doing here?" I was surprised he could actually manage his swearing.

"I need Brooke and I figured this is the only other place she could be." I folded my arms.

"Well she's-"

"Right here." Brooke stepped into the doorway, a smile perched on her lips.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." I rubbed my nose a bit, giving her our signal.

"Am, can it wait a bit?" Brooke stepped forward as Callum disappeared back into the house. She shut the door behind her. "I'm sortof in the middle of dinner with Callum's family."

My lips parted slightly. "I kissed Ben."

*1 hour earlier*

"There is no way you said that." Ben laughed as we both prepared food for our customers.

"I did. I told him to go fuck himself. And I'm proud." I shoved beans into a tortilla.

"I just can't believe you." He laughed and handed a plump little lady her food.

"Well believe it! Hey will you finish this?" I asked. Ben nodded and I scooched over.

I walked to the door and flipped the sign to close, slipping off my gloves and tossing them in the trash. I pulled my apron over my head as the last customer left the restaurant.

Pushing myself up onto the counter, I pulled Ben's apron over his head and held it behind my back.

"Every damn day," he mumbled, holding back a smile. He proceeded to grab my waist and pick me up, snatching his apron from me.

I giggled hysterically as he carried me to the back. When he set me down I punched him in the arm.

"So," he pulled off his gloves and threw them at me. "We should hang out sometime. We only ever hang out at work."

"That's cause we're work buddies." I crossed my arms, shivering. "I'm freezing, are you freezing?"

"Come here," Ben smiled, pulling me over. He rubbed my arms with his hands, giving me even more goosebumps. I looked into his swirling hazel eyes and smiled at him.

"You need a rebound. What about Ben?!" Brooke said excitedly.

"Ben?! He's just my friend you idiot."

I leaned up instinctively. What am I doing? Stop! His breath touched my lips. STOP! My head moved forward, our lips brushing together. He pushed into me, his hands finding my cheeks. He ran his thumb over my temple. I pulled away, holding back a smile. This can't be happening, I don't think I can like him. I don't like him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his grin fading quickly.

I froze for a moment. Then I suddenly broke free from my trance and grabbed my purse. "Nothing is wrong." I smiled. "I have to go. Brooke is expecting me."

"Oh. Um okay yeah I'll see you later." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

*Present time*

"You what!" Brooke leaned forward, her eyebrows creasing into a smile.

"No, no, no. Stop. This isn't a good thing. I can't kiss him. I can't like him. I can't use him as a rebound. It will break his heart. I think he might have feelings for me. And I can't have that. Why did I kiss him?!" I spun around, threw my hands up in the air, and sat down on the porch steps.

"Because maybe you like him." She smiled as she sat down next to me, her shoes tapping against the pavement.

"No, no, no, no, no. I can't!" I groaned, shoving my face in my hands.

"Yes you can. You're fucking Amity Koposika. You can do anything." She smiled brightly.

"Thanks. But I have to go." I stood up and walked down the driveway to my jeep. Everything was spinning. I needed something to anchor me. I needed something that would never change. That's when it hit me. I needed to get a tattoo. I drove to the parlor with determination planted on my face. I had to do this. But as I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Brooke standing in the parlor. I walked in, stomping my converse on the red and black tile floor.

"What are you doing here and how did you get here before me." I asked, my arms folded tightly across my chest.

"I knew you would come here. Every since you turned 13 every time you got mad you said you wish you could get a tattoo. You said tattoos never change and you needed something that never changed." She took a step closer to me. "Plus, tattoos are for jackass's."

I rolled my eyes, pushing past her. "None of your stupid speeches are going to change my mind. I'm getting a tattoo whether you like it or not. If you stay or leave is your choice." I took a seat in a maroon leather recliner. The plastic covering crinkled beneath me.

"Fine," said Brooke, taking a seat next to me. "I guess I'll just have to get a tattoo with you."

I shook with laughter. "You? Getting a tattoo? I'd like to see that." I rolled up my pant leg. I had been planning on getting a tattoo since I turned 13, just like Brooke said. I already knew what I wanted.

"Hey," I waved over a large man with sleeves of tattoos on both arms. "Can I get a yin and yang on my ankle?" I held up my right leg and grinned. Brooke looked at me, her eyebrows creased and her lips pulled into a myschevious smile.

"I'll get the same thing." She tied back her hair and pulled up her jeans.

Suddenly I felt a sharp needle in my ankle, and everything went black.

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"Hey wimp." Brooke stood over me, her face pale and eyes wide. "You passed out. I almost did myself but I'm not as wimpy as you."

I looked around, realizing I was still in the recliner. My ankle felt like it was burning. I looked down and saw a tattoo planted just above my achilles. Brooke had the same thing.

"Did we seriously..." I drifted off as I wrapped my head around the situation.

"Yep, thanks to you." She slid back into the chair, sighing. "I think you were having a panic attack."

"So you just let me get a tattoo?!" I pushed myself up and threw my arms into the air. "Oh god..." My face fell into my hands. "What have I done..."

"Calm down drama queen." Brooke stood up again, grabbing my hand and walking out to my car. "Listen to me. You are going to drive around and think about what you want to do. About everything. The tattoo will stop stinging after a while and you will realize that you actually like it. Now get in and drive." She held the door open, a stern look on her face.

"God I hate how you're always right." I sighed and hopped in.

"No, you love it." She smiled widely.

"Whatever." I laughed and closed the door, pulling out of the parking lot.

I drove around for a few hours, my head spinning the entire time. The sun began to set and I realized how beautiful things can be. The sky swirled with purple and pink then disappeared into a bright red. I finally began to understand how many things people don't appreciate. I don't need to follow societies rules. I don't need a rebound. But maybe I want one. Cause no matter how fucked up I am, I can't deny that I need someone to make me feel good. Someone who won't cheat on me. I need a rebound. I need Ben.

*Oh Lord that was a terrible chapter. there was like 5 different plots wtf but I keep rewriting so just deal with me here. Thanks. Ily bitches.*

~ Julia