|The Tattoo Artist| A Choni Story

Chapter 5

Toni POV:

She was stunningly pretty, even out of breath and flushed. Imagine how amazing she would look if I could m-
"Toni? Toni!"
Kevin's voice shook me out of my thoughts.

"I said I have to go home now and help my dad, and I think this was the last room soo," He scratched the back of his head.

"Oh, uh, that's okay, I think I've seen everything," I said looking back at Cheryl, who had scampered over to a bleacher and was drinking water.

"Yeah, you've definitely seen Cheryl a lot," Kevin grinned, and I was glad that in the time I had zoned out, Sweetpea and Fangs had walked about 15 feet away to flirt with some cheerleaders. I still blushed as I stammered;

"W-what're you talking about?" I attempted to cover but my face gave me away, forming a heavy blush.

"My gay-dar is telling me someone's got a lil crush," He teased. "Eye fucking," Kevin mouthed slowly with a smirk on his face.

"Well, um, I am bisexual-" Kevin squealed in response.

"BUT I barely know Cheryl, so how could I like her?"

"That reminds me, how do you know her at all anyway?" Kevin questioned.

"We met at my job." My heartbeat sped up as I remembered that evening.

It looked as if Kevin was going to ask more questions, but then he got a message in his phone, glanced at it, and started for the exit, waving back.

"I've gotta run! See you all next week!"

Pea and Fangs finally tore themselves away from the cheerleaders and waved back. The three of us left the gym as well, and walked down one of the main hallways to the parking lot.

"Tiny, these cheerleaders gave us the insider scoop about some sick parties that're being hosted tonight by Bulldogs and people! We've gotta go, this cute girl named Josie personally invited me to a party at some guy named Andrews' place." Sweetpea excitedly told me.

"I don't really like parties, but they're a good way at meeting people, and we should probably meet people before we officially start school next Monday." Fangs agreed.

I knew they were expecting me to argue and disagree, but I was tired of hearing begging for hours before I would eventually give in.

"Sure," I sighed.

The boys looked at each other, shocked.
"Really?!"

"Don't be too surprised," I waved my hand submissively.

"Now what time's this party?"

Cheryl POV:

Archie Andrews was hosting yet again another party, and of course, as HBIC, I was socially required to attend.

I stepped out of my red Chevrolet and onto a sidewalk a few houses away from the party. It seemed like every party hosted at the Andrews' got more and more crowded each time.

I was walking to the front steps when Veronica ran up to me- well, as much as she could run with her diamond encrusted heels on. Betty followed along with Josie.

"Hey Cheryl!" Veronica started walking with me, and Betty and Josie said hi from behind us (the sidewalk and stairs were narrow.)