"We weren't supposed to happen, but we did. And now we're both pretending it didn't."
After her life took a turn, Nova Sinclair is forced to move schools. New school. New rules- a fresh start. A chance to focus on her goals and obey her mother.
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"I sleep so I can see you, cause I hate to wait for long."
|Nova Sinclair |
"Oh no, I'm not getting a tattoo." I shake my head, staring at the shop in front of us. Theo and I managed to slip from the group and venture on our own little trip.
"Come on, it'll be my first too." He nudges my elbow.
"What will I even get?"
"Maybe a butterfly...I should get a cat." He nods to himself, lost in his world of purrs and furs. "Whatever, let's just go."
Loud music greets us as soon as we step into the shop, neon lights flashing everywhere. "Theo." I yell, "Are you sure this is a tattoo place?"
"That's what it says on the front."
People were moving around everywhere, I couldn't see where this place started and ended. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards a table at the far side of the wall.
A guy with a buzz cut and many piercings stares into our souls and asks in a thick accent, "Which tattoos?"
"Uh..." Theo begins, "A cat...? You know, like meow...purr..."
Buzz Cut stands up and towers over Theo, staring down at him and then he laughs and asks him to take a seat. After millions of questions and details, the guy brings out the needle.
It shakes with a whizzing sound, and Theo eyes it suspiciously. "Uh Nova, why don't you get it done first?"
"No." I stick my tongue out at him. Karma is a bitch.
"Jesus." He mutters under his breath, "Will it hurt?"
"Like a bitch." The guy laughs, I can tell he's enjoying this as much I am.
Theo nods and takes a deep breath, "Okay, I'm ready."
The guy leans down near Theo's chest (that's where he wanted the tattoo) and I'm not sure the needle even touched his skin when Theo yelps loud enough to turn heads.
"You're embarrassing all of us, Abbott."
"Shut up."
After 20 minutes of groaning and squirming later, Theo stands up, sweating. "Thank God it's over." He looks at me almost about to lose it, "You're never going to make me forget this, are you?"
