Nameless // h.s. au

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

*Hunter*

"-And so I told him to get himself off my property because I wasn't having no skank from so ho marching around my house with my boyfriend's baby inside her. No way." A grimace cross the platinum blonde's face at the memory, "Poor boy."

"Skank from so ho?" A crease forms between my eyebrows as the question floats between us for a moment.

"Yep. The ho- ho from so ho." She grins as I burst into laughter.

"Did you ever talk to the poor boy again?" I mock her pitying words from earlier.

"Nah. He had a kid and I didn't want it growing up and thinking that I was its mom, it would break my heart every day."

"Damn." I say taking a deep breath, "I'm so touched." I wipe a fake tear and watch her role her eyes at me.

"Yeah, yeah." Her laugh fills the space between words, "What's your story?"

"My story?" I ask blankly.

"Yeah."

"I don't have one." My voice is quiet as I shrug off her question.

"Everyone has a story Hunter." Her eyes look sad as she probably recounts her own tales of terror.

"I know Erin." I shake my head at her, "For god's sake I write for a living."

"No you don't you work at the front desk of a tattoo parlor."

"No I write to live. Anyway that's not important." I close my eyes and shake my head, "I have a story it's just boring."

"I bet not." She leans her elbow on the counter and crashes her cheek against her palm, "I bet you have an interesting story but I know you Hunter you're one of those types to hide everything," Her eyes are pinned on me as she tries to gauge my reaction.

I laugh.

"I don't have an interesting story, I promise." I drag my finger across my heart in an 'X', "Promise." I might have an interesting story to some but it's just as scratched as the album...he... left so we don't talk about it anymore.

"Fine." She sighs, "But I will get it out of you." Her thin, bony finger is pointed directly at me as her eyes narrow.

"There's nothing to-," I'm interrupted by the bell above the front door jingling loudly.

A man walks in. His eyes are brown. Not like Liam's no his are like mud. Not like...his... his are like gold. They're just brown, a light brown that seems almost faded. It kind of matches his hair... weird...

"Hi. I'm here for a tattoo." They mostly are...

"Yes, do you have an appointment?" I ask.

"No... I didn't know we had to make one." He rubs the back of his neck and looks down at the ground.

"I think we can sort something," I smile looking over at Erin, "Can you go ask if anyone's available?"

"Yep." She hops off her stool and walks down the hall with all the booths.

"It'll just be a minute." I say leaning on my hand before scanning this man. He looks worn down, but in like a strange way. He's wearing a dress shirt that's a little wrinkled and his hair looked like it was done up but isn't really anymore. He looks dull, "What are you getting? The tattoo. If I may ask."

"I don't know yet, I'm supposed to get it with my girlfriend. I don't know if she'll show though." He sighs running a hand through his once done up but now not- hair.