The Dragon Tattoo (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Three - Not Fair

"NO!!! NO!! NO!!" I yelled, starting to seriously hyperventilate.

This wasn't fair! Why me? Why did this have to happen to me! I jumped in the shower, not wanting to look at the stupid, evil thing anymore. The water in the shower soaked e completely, and I started washing y body, scrubbing hard, especially over that evil tattoo. As if that would somehow make it go away.

But it wouldn’t. The ink was permanent, a huge tattoo that takes up half my stomach, and it was permanent. ‘Great, just fucking great!’

What really sucks though, is that I have absolutely no idea how or why this happened. I can’t even remember when; all I have is a big sick feeling in the pit of my stomach of feeling violated.

I’ll never be able to live my life the same way. I can’t even go to get it removed with having questions asked and a huge scene made over it. Heck, I can’t even take off my shirt now. I can say goodbye to the beach completely. And what about a girlfriend?! It was bad enough before but now, how am I going to explain the tattoo? It’s a real mood killer if you know what I mean.

I carefully slipped on my clothes, making sure that the tattoo wasn’t visible through the material, and that you couldn’t see it. I wasn’t a girl, so its not like I was gonna go in a corner and cry, eating ice cream and playing Taylor Swift. No, I’m not a girl, and there is no way in hell I’ll ever be gay, so I did what any straight teenage adolescence kid would do.

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Too bad a couple hours later I was standing in the kitchen, munching on a sandwich, when my thoughts wandered back to my problems. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, there was so many things that bothered me about this.

‘Why? Why was he even there? He lives in the same city as me, I know, but this place is huge, and the chances of even seeing him are nonexistent. Why?! What were the chances of him going to that stupid party!’ A frown had now found a permanent place on my face.

Then another thought came to me, causing me to hyperventilate. Again.

‘what if he did remember? What if knew about the tattoo and knew exactly what happened?’ No, I knew I was just being paranoid, he didn’t remember, and even if he partially remembers some of it, he had no idea who I was.

Right?

‘this is just pathetic’ I sound just like a girl, worrying over things I should just get over. I’d slept with a guy for the first time when I didn’t even find guys attractive. (I really didn’t!) Sure, said guy was some really important mafia leader? Sure my life was probably over. That doesn’t really matter, right?

"Ugh" I put my head in my hands, what was not helping was that I still had a bit of a hang over, and had to be at work at twelve. Right now it was 10:45 a.m. and I had about an hour to get ready, which being a guy, wasn't a big deal. I already had a pair of baggy pants and plain white wife beater on. I worked at 'the Frosty House', a local ice cream place down the street from the gym I went to. So all I had to do was change my shirt to the blue logoed 'Frosty House' uniform and I could leave. They didn’t really care what you wore as long as you had the shirt on, sometimes my boss even let me slip for not wearing my uniform at all. My boss, a twenty-six year old, Maddy is really cool. I love my job, compared to other jobs its really cool. I was so glad I didn't work at Mc Donald’s like Fred, a friend of mine. His job sucked, and he didn't get along with any of his co-workers.

After changing into the shirt I sat on the couch again, and decided to watch the news. To my great relief, it wasn't about that man. They were talking about some new government plan to try to weed out the underground gangs. I mean come on, even I could tell it wasn't gonna work. Half the government was already involved with the gangs in some way, shape or form. And everyone knew it, we just chose to ignore it. Without the mafia, this country would probably lose a lot of money. That much was obvious. Any who, about forty-five minutes of boring shit later, and it was 11:30 and so I decided to leave. After slipping on my black converse, I drove to The Frosty House. I made it just in time, it was 11:59, so technically I was right on time.

'Haha, beat that Maddy, cant yell at me now, can you?' I thought smugly.

 "Oh, look who's right on time," A soft male voice said,

"Oh, shut it Jesse" I directed at the short, pierced brunette. My co-worker of the hour, he'd started working here a month after me, he too was seventeen, and a close friend of mine even though he went to West Bridge High, my schools rival located on the other side of the city. His face, ears, tongue, and from what I've heard even belly button are pierced. So yeah, he was a bit hard to miss despite his short stature. I mean, he's really tiny, but not little person tiny, just short.

"You just called me short in your head didn't you, you jerk" He said looking angry, brown eyes flashing slightly.

"No." Damn how does he do that?

"Your just too obvious"

"I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Yep" He grinned before walking over to the cash register, "You have garbage duty, a bunch of melted ice cream spoiled in the back, Maddy is so pissed" He looked directly at me, still grinning, " I'm so glad I'm not the idiot who did it"

"Wha- I didn't do it!"

"Sure, sure, Maddy’s out back, plead your case to her, not me" Man this little prick, I really hated him sometimes.

"Ouch, that hurt"

"Fuck you" I really need to stop saying my thoughts out loud.

"Yes, yes you do."

"Oh shut up!" I yelled before going out back, whenever that guy is near me I always say my thoughts out loud like an idiot. That piercing obsessed freak was the same one that had somehow convinced me to let him pierce my ears, even today I'm sure he'd slipped something into my drink to make me agree.

"There you are," a stern, angry sounding voice ground out making me jump slightly. Turning around I saw a familiar fiery red head, dark green eyes sparkling with anger, her freckled face suddenly menacing.

"Oh, hey Maddy" I said awkwardly, looking at the floor.

"You had a shift with Jesse yesterday night didn't you?"

"Yeah?" I inwardly cringed at the harshness of her tone.

"Well where were you? According to Jesse you didn't show up for work," Oh shit it was my fault, I'd completely forgot to call in sick for work!

"Where. were. you." Her menacing voice asked, 'Oh, just at the party of the century, were I found out that I may or may not in fact be gay.'

"Oh, um I-I forgot to call in sick?" I squeaked faintly.

"Well thanks to your idiocy Danny, we lost over a hundred dollars in ice-cream, and weren't able to serve any of the costumers who came in yesterday.

Happy?" Before I could say anything she continued, "I'm not, now I have explain this to my boss. You are so lucky I like you otherwise you would be fired right here, right now-"

"I'm not fired!' I jumped excitedly.

"Not yet." I stopped jumping, "But you will receive a pay cut, and longer work hours until we make up for what we lost" 'I wish I could make up for what I lost last night that easily', I thought glumly before shutting myself up.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you Maddy!" I chanted hugging her tightly, I didn't lose my job!

"Yeah, yeah, just get back to work!" She said, pulling herself out of my grasp.

"Gladly Mad!" I grinned cheekily, ignoring the prospect of all the hard work in my future. Let’s just say, the money my parents provided for my didn't extend to gas, snacks, or other things teenagers needed. I really needed this job.

I would have skipped inside right then and there, but hey, even I have my pride.