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Chapter Two - The tattoo parlour...

AN: okay so this story is sticking with me and i can't stop thinking about it. so i've created a kind of story line but it's still etching. it's definitely going to be a short story, i've got songs lined up for certain chapters so watch out for those. and it would be awesome if you could give me some feedback, if you like it or not. anyway not to bore you.....here's the second chapter

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Chapter two – the tattoo parlour

Scott’s POV

I felt massively drained and somewhat energised. And I was asleep. I rolled over hitting a hard figure. Instantly my eyes flew open looking down at the girl in my bed, wearing only her black dress. Okay....

I sat up, yawning. The second I got off the bed my world went all wobbly and crazy. I cursed clutching my head. I looked back and my eyes widened. There was Kat, sitting in my bed. She raised a brow looking at me.

‘we didn’t’ she stated and I breathed a sigh of relief.

‘thank god’

‘ouch’ she muttered standing up. I didn’t mean it like that. How did I mean it? I mean Katherine, aka Kat, was hot and she was even hotter when I knew she was bad girl. Always breaking the rules, I’d spend jail over night with her, and we always partied together. I didn’t see anything for us but I had no idea what to do when I touched her.

The heat that went through my body has me wanting to go right then and there. If she felt it too, she was way too good at hiding it.

‘I didn’t mean it like that’ I said a little too late and she snorted grabbing her heels.

‘then how did you mean it?’

‘just forget it-‘

‘no I’m curious as to what my fellow peer thinks’ she battered her eye lashes and if I didn’t know her like I did I’d instantly fall for the look. But no I knew she was faking it and wanting to get a reaction out of me. That was just her, it always has been.

‘we didn’t do anything horrible did we?’ I asked ignoring the other subject. She shrugged.

‘we ran from the cops so I’d watch your back for a while’

‘why were we running?’

‘they broke up the lake party and they thought it was us supply all the stuff’

‘they always think it’s us’

‘yeah, I wonder why’

‘it’s not my fault’

‘not half’

‘whatever, Kat. Are you going or not I’m tired?’ I grumbled crawling back into my bed. She rolled her eyes but grabbed her phone from the desk heading towards my door. My breath hitched when I watched her ass sway. I could see her ass cheeks perfectly although the dress was blocking some of the view.