Itty Bitty Stories

Lip Ring

Lip Ring

Is it weird that I often daydream about biting a guy that I barely even know’s lip ring?

Don’t answer that.

I mean, I guess I do kind of know him…he’s Axel Goodman. But his last name should be changed to Badman because he’s not the nicest guy on the planet. He’s also known for doing some pretty sketchy shit. Just to name a few: he was arrested for beating a guy’s car up only using a rock the size of his hand (it was pretty much demolished), he sleeps around every other weekend with a different girl (surprised he hasn’t ran out yet and started his cycle over), and he got that scar on his knuckle from getting into a fight with three bikers (he was drunk, they were not, and he still won).

I guess you can say he completely terrifies me and intrigues me all at the same time.

I haven’t ever talked to him in my life before. He’s not the kind of guy you can just strike up a conversation with. He’s got a lip ring (same one I fantasize about) in the corner of his mouth. I watch him in class sometimes; he sits there, rolling his tongue on it, sometimes biting it himself. He’s tan and the size of a football player. His brown hair swoops over his forehead. I don’t think he owns a brush because his hair is always messed up. There’s an eyebrow piercing on his left, all the way at the end of it. He’s got one ear pierced, the right one, with a real diamond going through it. His arms are tattooed, but not a full sleeve, only reaching his elbows.

We’ve had the same classes all throughout this freshman year of college, and not once has he ever spared a glance toward me. People are always around him; girls, mostly. I tend to sit back and watch from afar. Even though he’s very popular, he doesn’t have that loud of a voice. It’s a quiet, luring tone, that sounds husky all the time. 

So, when our class is dismissed, I don’t realize it at first. I was too busy daydreaming and staring at Axel Goodman, the bad boy who sits on the other side of the room that has that lip ring that I so badly want to touch. It’s weird; I’m not attracted to any other guy with a lip ring. It’s like he’s the only one that can pull it off for me.

I quickly pack my stuff up and hop out of my chair as quick as possible. Nobody ever sees me just flat out staring at Axel, probably because our professor gives us so much work to do no one has time to socialize. I let the flood of students drain out the door before I go out myself.

As soon as the last kid leaves, I step my foot out the door and collide with a rock-solid chest that’s at lest a good two inches above my head. My stuff goes crashing to the floor, and all of the contents of my bag falls out. “Shit, I’m so sorry - ohmygodyou’reAxelGoodman.”

I gulp, heart starting to frantically beat at an irregular rate. His eyes are staring down at my bag, and slowly, they slide up to my face. For a second, I see no emotion as he deadly stares at me. It terrifies me. He just stares at me, and finally, he takes a deep breath in, slowly dragging it out. 

I swallow again, ducking down to retrieve my things. “I’m truly sorry, I didn’t see you there, I should’ve looked before running through the door like some bat shit crazy girl -- ”

“No,” He says calmly, ducking down with me to help me. “It wasn’t your fault, princess. It was mine,” His voice purrs out, like a soft hum of an engine.