Cameron
"Finally, I'm starving", I say grabbing the Chick-fil-a bag.
"It was a long ass line in there. My fault shawty", Nemiah replies sitting his stuff down.
"You good."
"What you watching?"
"Attack on Titan."
"What season you on?"
"I stopped watching it so I have to restart."
"Mhmm."
He takes his hoodie off, revealing his white beater. I can't help but stare at his tattoos.
"Damn, you like what you see?", he laughs.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize. You wanna see em?"
I nod.
He comes over to me and sits on the couch. He grabs my hand and places it on his forearm.
"This one is in remembrance of my grandmother. May she rest in peace. This is her face of course with the lilies surrounding her. That was her favorite flower."
"She's very beautiful."
"This right here is my momma's name", he says, tracing my fingers over the ink on his neck that says Gloria.
"On my chest are Angel wings. I always feel like I'm guided by my guardian angels so that's why I got the tat."
"I like em", I reply.
He smiles. "You got any tattoos?"
"Yeah. You wanna see?"
"Duh."
I roll my eyes and turn around. I lift up my shirt so that he can see the tattoo.
His fingers run up my back, causing me to shiver.
"Damn Ian know you had a spinal tat. Did it hurt?"
"Not when the numbing cream was on there. But afterwards, it definitely hurt."
"No weapon formed against me shall prosper", he reads, tracing his fingers over my spine.
"Nice tat. Would you ever get anymore?"
I shrug. "Possibly. Who knows."
"Mhmm."
I pull out my food and start eating while Nemiah taps away at his phone.
"The fuck?", he says, sitting up.
"This weird ass shit."
He shows me his phone only for me to see that one girl, Jordan on Instagram live.
"I HATE NIGGAS! I SWEAR IT BE YOUR OWN NIGGAS DISSING YOU OVER A BITCH", she yells in the camera.
