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“You sound like my mother.” I don't know why I tell her these things, aside from the default that she's my best friend, but her frown irritates me. It's not her body; why does it bother her?
“Maybe she has a point. You already have three.”
“Are you sure you're not an old lady hiding in a young girl's body? Because that's what you sound like. Besides, what's wrong with tattoos?” I love my tats. Getting them are addictive, and as long as they mean something to me, what's the harm? Each one has a story that I get to tell every time someone asks me about them.
“Nothing. I just don't like them. Are you going with me to the party this weekend?” She asks, changing the subject.
“Hell yeah, I'm going.”
We talk about the party for a bit before going our separate ways for our next class. Later, when I'm on my way home, my mother calls. I groan before answering. It's time to stop ignoring them. Especially when they're going to pay for my ticket.
“Hello,” I fake a cheery greeting.
“Ryan, hello. How are you?”
“I'm great. I was about to call you,” I lie.
“I'm sure you were, dear. There's no sense in lying, you know. Anyway, I'm calling to check in and make sure that you aren't wasting our money. Have you picked a major yet?”
Of course. That's why she's calling. “No, I'm not wasting your precious money and no, I haven't picked a major yet. I still have time.”
She goes on and on, telling me that I don't have time. That I need to decide as soon as possible. Blah, blah, blah. After about ten minutes of her ranting, I do the most mature thing I can think of.
“Mom, you're breaking up. We'll talk later. Bye.” And I hang up.
This week really sucks so far. Hopefully, spying on Viv's boyfriend will be fun instead of another thing to add to my list of things that have gone wrong. However, my mother's words stick with me. I'm only nineteen and in my second year of college. I'm still taking general ed classes. I have no clue what I want to major in. That's a huge decision to make. I'll seal the fate of my future with that choice. How am I supposed to decide right now what I want to do with the rest of my life? It's intimidating, and I rather not think about it.
So I don't.
Chapter Two
Ryan
“What are you doing?” Viv asks, coming up behind me. She's entering my apartment yet again without even knocking.
I'm sitting on the couch with my laptop on my lap, searching for tattoo ideas with hopes of being inspired. “Looking for my next tattoo. Is it time to become stalkers?”
“Yep.”
It's almost nine, and I'm already decked out in black jeans, a t-shirt, and a beanie. Viv looks similar minus the beanie. She's got her hair up though. I close my laptop and follow her ou
t to her car.
“I feel like we should be wearing leather and high-heel boots. Instead, we look like bums hunting for our next fix.”
Viv laughs. “Shut up. Do you want to know the plan or not?” She backs out of the complex's parking lot, and I tell her to go ahead. “He's supposed to be home, so we're going there first. We'll do a drive by, and if he's home alone, we're trusting his word. If not, we're going to figure out who is there with him. That's as far as I've planned.”
I rub my hands together evilly, knowing I want a good thrill to come from this. “We have to sneak around his house at least once. Otherwise, my outfit is pointless.”
“Fine,” she huffs, unhappy that I'm not taking this seriously.
We pull up to the curb, a few houses down from his house. There are two cars in the driveway. It's not looking good so far.
“Whose car is that?” I ask.
Viv eyebrows are pulled together as she frowns, heartbroken already. “I don't know. I've never seen it before.”
“Let's go find out who's fucking your boyfriend.” That was probably too blunt based on Viv's wince. She had to at least be somewhat prepared for this, though. She expected this was going on in the first place. I get out before she can object and she scurries to catch up.
