The Mentor

Chapter 10

*HEY PLEASE READ! I uploaded chapter 11 after chapter 12 again. I'll have time to really fix it tomorrow. I accidentally deleted it and uploaded it again in a draft spot that was out of order. So read this and then skip chapter 12 which is next, and then read chapter 11 which is uploaded after chapter 12 to stay on track, sorry for the inconvenience!*

Chapter 10

The next morning, I woke up and Kyle wasn't in the bed anymore. It was around 10:30 and I could hear the shower running. I figured that's where he was. I didn't want to bug him so I put a note on his nightstand and left. My head hurt. Jesus, this is why I don't drink.

I packed up everything and left and grabbed breakfast from the Dunkin Doughnuts down the street and went back to my hotel room. I was eating and watching TV when there was a knock on my door. I reluctantly got up and opened it. To my surprise, it was Kyle. He'd never come to my room before, I'd always gone to his.

"Did you need something?" I asked.

"No, just wanted to check in." He said, shaking his head.

"You could've texted me." I said, he shrugged.

"Figured I should check in in person since you were gone when I woke up. Sorry about the sleeping situation. I figured the bed was big enough for both of us, so-" I cut him off.

"It's fine." I whispered.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Okay enough, I guess. My head hurts."

"Like, hangover hurt or like, from where you hit it?" He asked.

"A little of both." I sighed.

Kyle sighed and moved my hair to the side to reveal a small bruise that had formed from where I hit my head the night before in my drunken state. He kissed his teeth and mumbled something to himself that I didn't hear.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

I nodded.

Kyle slowly let himself into the room and sat on the side of the bed and ushered me to sit next to him.

"You don't think you have a concussion, do you?" He asked.

"I don't know, doubt it. I didn't wake up with a stutter or anything so..." I mumbled.

"Do you feel okay enough to tattoo?"

I nodded.

"You seem hesitant..." he commented.

"I am." I admitted.

"How come?"

"I know you think all of this is funny that some girl is fangirling over you but I think it's the dumbest idea I've ever heard." I stated firmly.

Kyle was a bit taken aback.

"Why do you think it's stupid? I think it's cool."

"Think about it, Kyle. Some random girl who clearly fetishizes you wants to get some picture of you from the TV permanently on her because she thinks it "Looks cool" that screams irresponsibility to me." I muttered.

"Maybe so but there have been some stupid ideas on this show before." He added.

"Still, it's a very stupid idea. You're not super duper famous. People that don't watch the show aren't going to know who you are. So they see this random guy on this girls leg and it's like what the fuck? If she was getting a portrait of Dave I'd be way more inclined to do it."

"Maybe you're right, I'm flattered though." He muttered.

I sighed and put all my drawing stuff into my bag so I wouldn't have to stress about the design anymore.