Chapter 1
[Quick fucking bio: My name is Dallas Winston. I am twenty-two. I work at a Tattoo Shop and the rest you'll be finding out yourself. So hey, here's my story.]
The stupid alarm clock blared in my ears, acknowledging that I had to wake up. As I audited the time, it wrote 7:45 A.M.Vigorously, I yanked myself out of bed and into the shower. After I washed up, I jumped out of the shower and grasped the towel as I wrapped it around my waist, exposing my "Sailor Jerry" style tattoos on my upper body. I strolled to my room, slipping on my stripped boxers and white socks. I clutched Levi pants that had the ends folded up quite a bit, a plain white T-Shirt, and black motorcycle boots; out of the drawers and closet. As I fixated my clothes on, Rockabilly tuned out of my small radio. I slicked my Jet Black hair, back. Wandering out of my apartment, I snatched my black, leather jacket and keys to my motorcycle. She was the babe. I got her when I had turned twenty. Before riding off, I lit a cigarette and intoxicating my lungs with nicotine. Demising the cigarette, I hopped onto my motorcycle and road off to work. As I entered, Julie was already anticipating for me. She had light brown eyes, red hair curled and had a fine ass with a pair of perfect breasts. Parts of her body were covered in tattoos. She was hot, but she was also the usual kind of girl that easily goes head over heels for one and something about her, just wasn't my type. She didn't attract me emotionally, although I fully attracted her. Yes. We had great sex a couple times, but that's the farthest I'd be going with her. I didn't have eyes for her, we're simply "friends with benefits". Yeah, that's it and she knew it well. Although I did find interest in her reactions towards me saying anything to her. It was quite funny, quite cute.
"Hey babe"
As I assumed, she instantly blushed.
"H-Hi."
"Aw, how fucking cute. You stuttered." I chuckled. She couldn't help herself around me. She was in love with me. She should know better, knowing I didn't love her back.
