Bad Boy Parker

Chapter 11

"Matt, I figured it out!," I exclaim to him.

"Why don't you record her conversation with you, about the blackmailing and everything!" I continue.

He looks at me confused.

"I don't think it would work. She wouldn't repeat what she told me," Matt replies.

Me and Matt finally were getting on the same page about this so it had to work.

I walked to the car so I could sit and think properly.

"Just call her and tell her you can't do what she wants then when she threatens you, ask her what shes gonna do. Record the conversation and then send it to her," I explain.

"We can also use the picture they posted of Ryan supposedly kissing me as bullying," I finish.

"I think this could actually work," Matt says running his fingers through his hair.

"But I don't care anymore, I'm officially bored with her," he adds on.

"What?," I question him.

Was he being serious? I'm so confused.
What the point of all this if he's going to be ignorant.
He wasn't like this a day ago.

He starts the engine and rolls the windows down. He doesn't tell me where he's heading off to but whatever he's about to do isn't good. 

He started driving fast, like really fast.

"You're gonna get caught! Slow down Matt!" I exclaim at him.

I wasn't scared or frightened, I just didn't want him to be in trouble.

He turned to me and smiled, he was a different person. He was mischievous and careless.

I admit he looked good being badass but I was concerned for our safety.

"Loosen up Cass, have some fun," he tells me.

I rather be home right now watching The Vampire Diaries seeing Elena being fought over the Salvatore Brothers.

"Fine," I say opening my hair and popping myself out of the roof the car.

My hair is flying everywhere and isn't as attractive as the movies make it seem but I am thrilled. I feel a hand grab my thigh and immediately feel butterflies.

Matt was holding onto me probably so I don't lose balance. Or maybe he just wanted to be annoying. I look down at him and he's focused.

"Can I?," He asks for my consent.

"Yes," I reply.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"To get my eyebrow pierced," he replies.

What! Was he being serious?
That wasn't allowed since he was playing football.

"Yeah I got kicked out dont ask why," he replies as if hes reading my mind.

"I wasn't going to, infact I want to get my nose pierced," I reply snobbishly.

"Ahh great isn't it, living in the moment," he finishes.

I get down and get seated. Matt grabs my hand and interweaves his fingers with mine. I felt so safe and warm inside.

We made small talk until we reached the piercing parlor.
It was also a tattoo place and was sorta empty.

We walked in and Matt immediately recognized one of the workers there. He was a tatted bald dude with gons of facial piercings, looked pretty cool.

"Aye Matthew here again so soon, how can I help ya," the worker replied.

"Well Paul, me and my girl here would like piercings," Matt replied.

Paul sounded Australian I couldn't tell but he definitely sounded foreign.

I wonder why Matt came here before?

"Hows that tattoo healing?" Paul asked Matt.

"What tattoo?" I asked concerned.

Matt took off his pants, luckily he was wearing shorts as always. He then lifted his shorts up and on his thigh a huge Roman catholic angel type statue tattoo was there.

"Woah," I let out unknowingly.

"I know, did it mah self," Paul says proudly preparing the piercing needles.

"So what ya both getting?" He asks Matt and I.

"Eyebrow, chose the side, I really don't care as long as it looks good," He replies causally.

"What about ya? Septum? Nostril? Bridge?," Paul asks me.

Woah I didn't think about. Mum would kill me and I just remembered what she would do to me.

"Cass you dont have to get it if you don't want," Matt said to me.

"Septum," I reply.

"Okay, whose first?" He finally asked.

"Me" I reply.

I don't wanna chicken out if I see Matt and a needle through his skin.

Paul sets me down and tells me to breathe in and out.
He clamps my nose and tells me to close my eyes and inhale sharply.
I feel a sting in my nose and a tear rolls down my face.
He quickly pulls the septum through and screws it. It was so fast I couldn't process it all at once.

I look in the mirror and damn it actually looked good.

"If it's not school or work appropriate you could flip it inward," Paul tells me.

"Thanks," I reply.

Matt is seated and ready to be pierced. Paul picked the left side of Matt's face to pierce his eyebrow. He tells Matt the same things he told me but its scarier watching someone get pierced.
The needle goes through his skin and he bleeds as he pulls the ring through.

It was really unsettling but Matt seemed unmoved by the situation. Paul wipes the blood off his face and gives Matt the mirror.

"You look good,"I tell him.

Matt touches my nose septum and I flinch.
He laughs at me and I slap his shoulder.

"It hurts you idiot!," I yell at him.

Paul tells us how to care for our piercings and tells us to come back if we wanna buy jewellery or get more mods.

We get in the car and Matt looks disappointed.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"One of us should've gotten a tongue piercing," he adds.

"Why?" I ask him.

"Our makeout sessions would've been hot," he says cheekily and winks at me.

"I'm done speaking to you Matthew," I say rolling my eyes at him.

He laughs at me and finally he's got that edgy look, maybe if he had sleeve tattoos he could be a british rocker.

"Are you going through your emo phase?" I ask him curiously.

He looks at me trying not to laugh.

"What? Never mind," I say to him.

I wonder where he's taking us now.

I won't even bother asking him.

I turn on the radio and Cigarettes After Sex is playing.
The atmosphere suddenly changes to a very sultry and calm one.

Matt parks his car in a forest area and turns up the volume.

"What are you doing," I tried asking but I was cut off as his mouth met mine and immediately knew what was happening.