biology class / COMPLETED

t w e n t y

(picture is Scarlet's outfit)

After spencer snd I apologized fifty times each, we decided to go out. I thanked Aaron for helping me get through that night.

Spencer had class later, as did i. We decided to walk into town and just check everything out.

We were passing by the tattoo parlor when spencer stopped me. "Babe," he paused and pointed to the door. "You should get a piercing here."

"You're unbelievable." I laugh and shake my head. There's no way I'm letting a piece of metal go through me. Hell to the no.

"Please?" He begs and sticks out his lower lip, pouting. "I'll pay for it and you can pick what to get?"

"No." Im sticking with my word. There's no way my mother or Bruce would allow this.

"Please please please?"

"Why don't you get one?" He drags me into the building.

"I'll get one if you get one?" He suggests.

"No-" I try to say.

"Please? You can pick what you get and what I get?"

Hmm. "Deal." If I don't like mine I'll just take it out. God damn this is gonna hurt a lot.

"Can I help you?" A tattoo artist comes up behind us.

"Yes I'll get a lip piercing and he'll get his right ear pierced." He walks over to a chair and pats it.

"You first," spencer smirks, and takes a seat next to me. I squeeze his hand and he laughs at me.

I groan as he sticks it in my lip, squeezing spencer's hand harder. "Your moms going to kill you," he laughs. "Yet again, so is mine, so it's all good."

"You should get a tattoo," spencer goes on, he knows I can't talk while getting this piercing. "You would look like sex with a sleeve tattoo."

Did he just say I would look like sex? With a sleeve tattoo? I'm already laying on my death bed just getting this piercing, imagine what my mom would do if I got my whole arm covered in tattoos.

Once he's finished, he smiles and rolls his chair backwards, an I can get up from the seat. "Spencer what the-" I yelp in pain. I never thought I wouldn't be able to talk.

"Now look who can't scream my name tonight," he smirks and takes a seat.

"You're an ass." I say through gritted teeth, trying not to move my lips.

"It'll hurt to talk for a day or so," the tattoo artist says, also known as Luke, I read it from the front of his shirt. "But after that, I'm sure you'll be able to scream his name with no problem." He laughs and spencer joins him.

He doesn't look that old really. He's gotta be in his low twenties. Both his arms are covered with tattoos and he has a lip piercing.

His lips parted as he marked spencer's ear with a blue marker. He poked the needle through spencer's ear and he gripped the edge of the chair, taking a sharp intake of breath. "If you think this hurts, you should try getting a tattoo" he laughs and so do I.

I continued looking around at all the tattoos. Then i saw a picture of a girl, music notes behind her ear. (image on the side)

I feel someones hand on my waist, goosebumps immediately arise on my skin. "I think I'm gonna come back later to get this," I point toward the imagine.

"Why wait?" He lets go of me. "Hey luke can she get the music notes behind her ear?"

"Sure!" Spencer grabs my hand and leads me to the chair again. "This may hurt a bit, it's right behind your ear, right on your nerve." Spencer holds my left hand with both his hands.