The Mentor

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Everyone headed back to the loft and had some more Jager before going back to the hotel. I was glad I wasn't sent home but I was disappointed in myself. I literally had to punch someone in the face in order to feel confident again. I could tell Kyle wasn't happy with me, but he was glad Josh was gone, just like everyone else.

We all took the bus back to the hotel and I had ideas running through my head the entire time. I was going to be getting tattooed tomorrow. What would I want? The judges obviously wouldn't let us off easy picking our own designs. I had no clue what to expect. I was terrified. No one likes getting a tattoo. It hurts. Unless it's a bicep tattoo or a tattoo on your arm it's going to hurt. If you don't know what getting a tattoo feels like, it feels like a cat scratched your freshly peeled sunburn. It's not fun. I'm bony as hell, so getting a tattoo anywhere is really sucky because I'm not a big person. Kyle is all muscle and tall and well put together. I look like a toothpick with big tits. But I wasn't going to get shit on again for allowing Kyle to tattoo another intimate area of my body, that's for sure.

I followed Kyle to his hotel room and grabbed his arm before he opened the door. He quickly turned around as if he wasn't expecting it to be me that grabbed him. Who else would it be?

"Hey um...could we talk for a while? Like about tomorrow? I'm scared." I muttered.

He opened the door and threw his backpack under the table.

"Uh sure. Let me change into something more comfortable and we can talk. Today was a mess." He sighed. I nodded.

He went into the bathroom and came out wearing black pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. He sat down on the couch next to me and helped me pull out my drawing stuff.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, looking over my old concept sketches.

"I don't know what the requirements will be for tomorrow and I want to plan ahead since I'm the one getting the tattoo." I said, sighing and running a hand through my hair.

"Well, what's something that means a lot to you?" He asked. I thought for a second.

He was gazing at me for a while that made me feel even closer to him. Those deep brown eyes held so much emotion in just a single gaze. I wanted so badly to throw myself at him, it broke my heart to know I couldn't.

"I don't know dude the pressure is so high." I sighed.

"You love animals don't you?" He asked, looking me up and down.

"Uh yeah, why?" I muttered.

"What about an animal? Any meaningful animals in your life?"

"Actually, yeah. I had a rabbit when I was in elementary school. Her name was Bongo. Died when I was seventeen." My voice trailed off.

"Wow, she lived to be old. Maybe a nice little memorial to remember Bongo by?" Kyle said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah actually, I'd like that." I said, smiling. I leaned back and rubbed my eyes.

"I just hate getting tattooed..." I muttered.

Kyle got up and got me some juice from the fridge and gave me a little side hug when he sat back down on the couch.

"You'll be okay, you're in good hands, remember? Is your bicep open?" He asked.

"One of them..." I mumbled.

"Well then there you go, we can do it on the other one if we can. Easy, not painful spot." He smiled and patted my leg.

I grabbed my drawing stuff and Kyle and I started going over concept sketches and drawing new ones.Then a thought entered my mind.