Vince

Pain(t)

I wrapped my arms around Kaleb from behind, putting my head on his shoulder.

"I thought..." He trailed off.

"I know baby, I know," I whispered, moving his hair away from the sides of his face.

"She was using me?" Kaleb asked in disbelief.

Hannah reached across the table to place her hand over his.

"Why would she?"

"Because you're absolutely gorgeous and a fantastic kisser, I would know," I said before I realized how stupid it was, "She just wasn't right for you. Now it's time to find you someone who is."

"A fantastic kisser, hm?" Vince asked, his arms crossing over his chest.

I ignored his comment, "Do you want to go out? I could be a wonderful wingwoman."

"Yeah why not? I don't have plans," Kaleb said bitterly.

I kissed his temple and went to wrap my arms around Vince, who was not thrilled.

"We're gonna go out and have fun you bitch," I said, smiling at Vince.

"I'm going to be Kaleb's date so find your own." He sipped his coffee.

I shrugged, grabbing Hannah's hand and having her drive us home so we could change. I showered and put on my favorite lotion and let Hannah do my hair. I normally didn't put any effort into it but Hannah liked to do it, so I let her.

She put on a gorgeous red dress and wore her hair half up half down. A few blonde strands were out of place but it looked like she did it that way on purpose. She was absolutely stunning.

We went back to the boy's house to find Kaleb dressed in a dark tee and jeans. Vince appeared moments later still wearing sweatpants but a different pair.

"I didn't realize we were dressing so formal." I looked over Vince's outfit.

"Keep up maybe," He scoffed.

He smiled at me and kissed me for a moment before pulling away because Kaleb screeched.

"But, David?" Kaleb frowned.

"We aren't serious yet," I answered. 

"Vince, babe, no offense but I would pick David," Kaleb said, earning him a dirty look.

Kaleb grabbed me and pulled me away from Vince. He put his hands on my cheeks and smushed my face, "Do I need to get you to a doctor? Are you feeling alright?"

"Yesh," I replied, my words jumbled from the squeezed cheeks.

"Vince is so ugly," Kaleb said dramatically.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Vince waved his hands in the air. 

Kaleb threw his arm over my shoulder, dragging me away from Vince, "So where are we going?"

"I'm going to get a tattoo."

Hannah drove us to a place I found and I excitedly made my way inside. I met my artist at reception and he introduced himself. He held out a very colorful hand and I shook it.

He led me up the steps and brought us to his area. I looked at the paints all laid out and felt a smile grow over my face.

"I don't want anyone to see it until it's done," I said to the artist.

I sat with my back to the artist and Hannah recorded him making the first mark on my skin. My face scrunched up and and I got laughed at. I turned my head to look at who was making the loud steps towards us. I was yelled at and turned my face forward so I didn't a screw up the tattoo.