A Divergent Story - Facing My 6th Fear

2 | Tattoos

Tris' POV

        I sit on the couch, watching T.V. at home. Tobias being gone at work, because it's Monday. I stand to get something to eat when I hear a giggle from outside the door, followed by a knock, then more giggles.

        I open the door, to find a giddy Christina, When she see's me, she tries to hide her happiness and excitement. I look at her, my head tilted to the side. 

        "What is it Chris..." I ask, looking at her, a tiered expression across my face. She tries to hold a straight face for a while, but her excitement gets to her, her mouth pulls to a smile, and she jumps up and down, then hugs me, shouting

        "We did it Tris! Will and I had s-" I put a hand over her quickly moving mouth, as two men down the hall stare at us. I blush slightly at them, then pull Christina into my room, shutting the door after us. Christina stand with her arms folded in a pout.

        "What was that for! I was trying to tell  you me and Will had sex for the first time last night!  And it was great! He was so gentle and considerate, when I asked him t-" I hold up my hand in her face, motioning for her to stop.

        "Chris, I don't need to hear about your... Sunday night..." I say awkwardly, I then head over to the couch sitting down. Christina stand in place with a confused pout, Her mouth, then curls into an enormous smirk, she walks over to me and stands in front of the T.V. hands on her hips.   

        "Would you move? Pretty Little Liars is on." I say,trying to look around her but she just blocks my view every time I try to look. I groan and lean backwards. 

        "What is it?!" I say with a sigh, sitting up. She stands in her same position, then lifts a hand, pointing at my frowning face.

        "You are still a virgin!" She says, her smirk now making sense. I roll my eyes at her, blushing slightly.

        "Would you please just get out of the way?" I say, not paying attention to her awkward statement. She  doesn't do as I ask, but turns off the T.V. Oh God... I think, trying to avoid eye contact.

        "I'm surprised... I would have thought Tobias would've gone crazy by now without having sex with you. I mean, i'm pretty sure nineteen year old guys that look like that, would have had sex by now." She says, more to herself than me. I keep my eyes trained down on the blue and brown carpet, my face already turning a bright pink. She looks over to me.

        "I mean, you guys haven't done it yet, right?" She says, starring at me. I mumble a small "No." Barely loud enough to hear. She smiles,just now noticing my embarrassed state.

        "You're offley quiet. Why might that be?." She says, leaning down, trying to see my face, but I turn  my head every time she tries to see me.

        "You're embarrassed talking about this... Which means..." She thinks aloud. I let out a breath thinking to myself 

        If she found out about my fear, I'd never  live it down... She jumps in her seat then says.

        "Either you're afraid of sex, or you're an eleven year old who finds all of  this too mature to talk about." She says, prying at me to answer her. I look up only enough to answer, hoping she can't see the bright red in my face.

        "It's... Nothing... Can't we just... I don't know talk about something else? Me and Tobias haven't done anything, and even if we did, it's not anyone's business..." I  say then walk over and turn on the T.V.

        "Fine, Fine. I'll stop talking about it. I guess little virgin Trissy doesn't wanna talk about sex with Christina." She says  in a mocking voice, as if she's disappointed. She starts to get into the show, not long after that. I sigh internally, glad the conversation was over.

        After we finish 4 episodes, Christina jumps up from the couch, all the sudden full of an idea.

        "Tris! Let's get tattoos!" I look up and over to her.

        "What?" I say, a breaking from my T.V. trance. She walks over and grabs my arm, pulling me off the couch then walking me to the door. 

        "Come On! You need to get out! Let's go get tattoos!" She says, shutting the apartment door behind us, as she  drags me along, down to the pit. I  follow her. 

        We end up in the tattoo parlour when she finally stops yanking my arm. I rub my should as she walks into, the shop. It smells of hot ink and another, undetected smell. We walk over to two different chairs. I sit in one with a skinny, light skinned man sitting at it. He has almost no hair, but has tattoos in almost every place on his body I can see. He grunts at me then motions with his head to the wall of metal templates behind him.

        "I walk over to it and look around, seeing Christina doing the same. She grabs  one, then heads over to her chair again. I walk slowly, looking up and down at the metal sheets, when I come across the number section. I stop walking at look up. I see a 6 and a 4. I bit my lip in thought, then grab them, along with a + sign and walk back over to my chair. 

         I sit, and pass the sheets to the man, who takes them and look at them, then mumbles something that sounds like "Want..."

        I ponder the question for a minute, then pull up my hair, and point to a small place on the back of my neck. The man nods, then motions me to flip over. I feel the cool metal, pressed against my  skin, followed by the hot ink being put into my skin. I relax in my chair, as much as you can while getting a tattoo. I smile when I feel the metal plates being removed from my skin. There's a cold cloth put on my neck. 

        The man removes the cloth, then positions a set of mirrors that line the chair so I can see the tattoo. It reads, in deep black ink. 4 + 6.