𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙊𝘾𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙎

chptr 3

(SHORT-ISH CHAPTER)

dragging the wet tissue across his chest one last time, I was done.

I had just finished Jahseh's tattoo and at this point, I was sat on my little black leather stool, leaning on the chair he was sitting on, listening him talk to me about his relationship with his mom.

(some of the things I'm going to mention are true and some are not so chill ya cowbow's horse 🤠😪)

"she was never there, never gave a single shit about me, she always went and got drunk, slept with different fucking guys. i don't understand what i did for her to hate me-"

"jahseh... i might not know you as well as Stoke or whatever but i can promise you, she didn't hate yo-"

i looked over at him and he had anger written all over his face.

"yes she fucking did!" he spoke sternly, allowing his voice to raise louder.
I could feel the tension around the room, making me, somewhat, freeze in my seat.

"a new nigga every single night. i'd walked in on her ass so many times...but one night I got tired of it so I came out of my room and walked into hers..."

I could tell he was finding this certain scenario hard to explain yet he was trying his best, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and realization.

"I beat the fuck outta him.. and I enjoyed every single last punch. that nigga deserved it anyways. I ended up going to jail for a couple weeks before I was let out and just fucked around."

i nodded silently and listened as he spoke softly. both of his hands finding their way to each other, fiddling with nervousness. yet he refused to show it.

"shit... stoke's prolly waiting on me, but here's my number so that you can save it on your phone and I can call you to book another appointment or whatever
and also, how much for the tat?"

he questioned as he held my hand and wrote his number with the pen from my clipboard. I stumbled on my words, each sentence became a puzzle I was unable to complete.

"fuck..." I mumbled lowly

"huh-?" he asked, looking up at me, making his dark brown eyes meet mine.

I cleared my throat and avoided as much eye contact as I could

"the first tat is free... and yeah, I'm going to be free all summer so just come when you want.."
i smiled gently, and he returned the gesture.

he put on his shirt without buttoning it back up and stood.

"I'll uh, I'll be upstairs" I stuttered once again,

"okay, see you around Ms Maths"

I put my gloves in the bin and ran upstairs, going into my room and closing the door.

I wandered about my room, destroying everything in my path  while trying to find my phone.
the duvet that was seconds ago layed put neatly on my bed was now on the floor. books, pencils and past exam papers were all over the room.

"fuck! SKI, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY Phone?! YOU ELEPHANT!!" I yelled from my room before opening my door and running downstairs once again to where jahseh and ski were playing League of Legends that he was somehow able to connect to the television.

"fatass, where the fuck is my phone?" I interrogated him.

"how am I supposed to know?" he asked, his eyes still stuck on the tv, not once making contact with me.

I look over at jahseh who's on his phone, snorting and unbothered by the whole situation.

"onfroy, where's ski's phone?"
he then looked at me with a confused look on his face before nodding his head towards the kitchen counter.

I smiled as I mouthed a little "thank you" to jahseh. I don't like him, at all but I mean he has stupid abs, he's stupidly taller than me, his idiotic lips are unbelievably kissable, his dumb eyes are like heaven, in each eyelash is an engraved diamond. fuck, I hate that I don't hate his retarded self.

I grabbed ski's phone an unlocked it using the smartest pass code in the world.

1,2,3,4.

this dumbass nigg- anyways, I scrolled down his contacts and found my name as "Ella, the pain to my ass <-6663". I mean, that was the first time I felt truly loved by my older sibling. I clicked my name and called, while looking around the room as it started ringing.

right. under. ski's. fat. ugly. ass.

"stokeley clevon goulbourne. if you're sitting on my phone, tomorrow you'll wake up without a hand and in the middle of a lion cage, somewhere in the zoo."

at this stage, my phone kept ringing "hump me, fuck me" repeatedly under stoke's ugly ass as his attention was fully on me.

"Jahseh, my good friend, didn't I tell you about how it's a wonderful day outsid-" once again, he interrupted himself, midsentence only to hop off the sofa and run upstairs, locking himself in his room.

"ta-ha, he pussy as fuck! birdbox lookin ass. " onfroy laughed loudly while holding his stomach before looking back at me and instantly stopping himself.

"nevermind... -" he mumbled.

I smiled to myself and got my phone before walking back up for the 2nd time and jumping on my bed.

tomorrow will be exciting.

ew, I haven't updated in so long but here you go bc yh :^)