going to kiss Rob’s arm and then he’s going to have it tattooed next to the guitar,” she reveals, I stand there, staring at her in disbelief.
“Um…no,” I reply and Trey laughs harder and louder. I venture to where Rob sits while they finish the final touches of color.
“Did you do it already?” Rob asks and I scrunch my eyebrows at him.
“Are my lips black?” I sarcastically answer, and he gives me a look that could kill. He never likes it when I come back at him in public.
“Go and do it,” he demands and I place my hand on his shoulder.
“Do you think that’s a good idea? Are you sure you want my lips on you forever?” I ask as nicely as possible, since this whole scenario is absurd. Even Trey thinks so, and that boy tattoos anything and everything on himself.
“Hey, if we don’t last, I’ll just cover it up,” he states and I suddenly feel replaceable. Will it be that easy for him to erase me from his life? I wonder if he’s doing this to somehow get us back to where we were a couple months ago.
“If you want it, I’ll do it. But just for the record, I think it’s a really stupid idea,” I tell him and grab the ink pad from Kate.
“Seriously? You’re doing it?” Trey asks in disbelief.
“Hey, if he wants my lips on him, what can I do? He’s the idiot who’ll regret it, not me,” I say, placing my lips to the ink. The spongy pad forms around my lips and I move over to Rob’s arm, kissing where the artist directs.
“Thanks, babe, it’s gonna look killer,” Rob calls out to me as I make my way to the bathroom.
Once I get into the small bathroom in the back of the shop, I stare at myself in the mirror, rubbing the black ink off my lips. The transformation I’ve made still astonishes me some days. I’m more comfortable in my skin now than I ever was before, though maybe I went a little far with the hair. It seems so short and blonde, but I was desperate to lose my former appearance.
After I finish in the bathroom, I find Rob at the counter talking with Kate. She tenses and quickly backs up when she sees me coming, causing Rob to look over his shoulder at me. The white bandage on his arm makes me remember when I went to get my first tattoo. My dad took me to his favorite place and I picked the one on the back of my neck. The cringe on my dad’s face was unmistakable; he didn’t like the thought of it being somewhere so visible. But I wanted it to be seen. To let everyone know that I’d been through hell but survived. And for the most part, my demons have disappeared. With the introduction of Grant in my life, however, they’re starting to resurface. I’m confused why with him and not with Rob.
Chapter 4
Grant
The dread of today already fills my body when my alarm goes off. Of all the days of the year, this is the one I hate the most. I wish I could re-write the calendar and remove it completely. What’s so great about January 25 th anyway? It lands in the dead of winter, with nothing but bare bushes and trees that have barely survived the harsh weather.
Going into the bathroom, I already hear the voices of the guys downstairs getting ready for the day. The Super Bowl is tomorrow and of course, the frat house plans on throwing a huge party. Another day I hate because years ago, the Super Bowl landed on January 25 th , a day I’ll remember forever.
I throw my shirt on the counter and step out of my pajama pants. Turning on the shower, in order to give the warm water time to travel through the old pipes, I go to the sink and grab my toothbrush. I notice my changed self in the mirror. With all the working out at Barbells, I can tell my chest is swollen and bigger than before. I should thank Jessa for me getting in better shape.
The shower didn’t do anything to help shed my grim mood. There are two things I need to do today before I have to work the evening shift at Barbells, not to mention all the studying I have to complete before Monday. Although I am happy to
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