This is the story of a girl who couldn't help but fall deep in love with a guy who should've meant nothing. But that's not what is always the plan. Paige is 18, she's a senior, has a boyfriend who use to be prince charming but then he become someone...
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Saturday rolls around and I'm still in a blur. We all get ready to head up to "Lost Carnival" and I am slowly getting a little nervous. Nats grandma meets us at the studio since she wants to see Nat get some of the tattoo, even though she doesn't want to see either of us in pain. We get all the necessary paperwork filled out and then just wait. Jake comes over a few times to look at my shoulder where I want my tattoo and everytime he touches me I feel a million butterflies in my stomach. John gets Nat set up pretty quickly and I just sit with my mom while Jake does his own thing.
Before I know it he's coming over and putting the stencil on my shoulder and the nerves being to hit me. Nat is just chilling with John while he gets the stencil on him. "So is this your first tattoo or do you have others?" Jake asks me and that's when I realize he hasn't seen my other tattoo. "I have one on my neck but it's tiny." I say while putting my hair up so it's easier for him to do whatever he needs too. "Oh okay, I see it now. It's a moon or something." Jake says moving my hair so he can look at it. I hope he can't tell how red I am turning. "It's a promise mark. I dropped out of school my freshmen year but now I am about to graduate." I tell him as he finishes my stencil and sets up the chair for me to sit in. "Nice, well at least you went back right." He's starting to put the ink colors and stuff out so I just kinda stand back out of the way.
"Alright so you ready Paige?" Jake asks me and that's when I realize I have just been standing staring off into space. "Yeah I'm ready." I sit down in the chair he has ready for me. "Alright let's get this started." He starts tattooing me and I am slightly freaking out. It stings like a bitch but doesn't hurt half as much as I thought. "So don't cry on me now." Jake says in a screwed up british accent and I bust out laughing. He stops tattooing and pulls a tattooing table thing closer. "Lay down, everytime you breath or laugh I get worried I'll mess up. You move too much." He says and holds the table so I can lay down. I put my arm to where it's hanging off the table. He scoots close again so he can start tattooing and that's when I realize my arm is going to be in between his legs for who knows how long. "This isn't hurting you too much is it?" Jake asks me pulling me out of my thought train of how awkward I feel. "Huh? Oh no it just stings honestly." I tell him trying not to move my arm even though it is asleep. "Good, so you're dating the dude John is doing an anchor on?" He asks me while wiping some ink off. "Yeah kind of." I reply trying not to look up at Jake. "Kind of?" He asks me doing what I hoped he wouldn't, he looks down at me and I catch him looking at me and turn my face back into the table. "Yeah I don't know how much longer it'll last though, we're fighting a lot." I tell him while I glance up and see he's back focused on my tattoo. Thirty minutes goes by and neither of us say a word.
