“Come on (y/n)! What are you waiting for!” My best friend  whines as I  put down the food at the table. We  had been talking about tattoos and piercings and I  had admitted that I would love to get a tattoo. Which of course made her jump to the moon knowing that I  was a goody two shoes. “Maddie, I said I would love to get one, not that I was going to,” I say taking a seat at the table. Maddie slouches down and crosses her arms over her chest, “what’s the problem in getting a tattoo?” She asks me.

   “There’s not necessarily a huge problem just fears, there’s a needle going in and out of my skin, and did you know that people can get STDs from getting tattoos?” Maddie rolls her eyes and swallows the food that she was chewing in her mouth. “Face it (y/n) you’re just scared that he will be touching you and you’re all about keeping that virginity of yours.” She says making slouch in my chair.

It was true.

But I wasn’t going to admit it.

   “Maddie, that is not true! You know that I want to  hold on to my virginity until I am married but that doesn’t mean that I’d want to fuck a tattoo artist.” I defend taking a dip of my water. “That’s fucking bullshit, ever since Fernanda told you about her experience with one of the Aussies down at the tattoo parlor your vagina has been wetter than the ocean.” Another true statement from Madison.

   Fernanda was someone that Maddie and I knew from history class. She was all about being boy crazy and enjoying sex. So when she told us that she was going to get her clit pierced it didn’t surprise us. What did surprise us was when she came to class the next day waddling like a fucking penguin. The best of all this story was that she didn’t even get her clit pierced at the end because she was too busy fucking one of the Aussies, one of the Aussies known as Calum Hood. Let me tell you I didn’t fully understand the big deal about having sex until Fernanda told me everything. I never knew that there were so many positions, I knew what oral sex was, but jamming it down your throat seems a bit too much, and what the fuck does squirting mean?

    But even though these things were so odd and, well a bit barbaric in a way It felt really good, just her talking about it made me heat up, and my stomach started to get butterflies. Google soon told me that I was horny. Which made me rethink this whole waiting until marriage shit, because what if my husband isn’t like this Calum guy, what if he has a small dick? What if he can’t please me? What if he can’t make me waddle like a fucking penguin?

  “Besides, you don’t even have to get your tattoo done their, you can get it done somewhere else it’ll probably just be expensive because they’re not like the Aussies who charge less for college students secretly.”  I groan and look over at Maddie. “You know that I can barely pay for my books, and food. How the hell am I supposed to pay for a tattoo?” I ask her.  “Well if the tattoo wasn’t so expensive I would help, besides daddy gives me a thousand dollars every month so I’ve been saving up.” She says giving me a wink. “Okay, I’ll go check around tattoo parlors sometime this week and find something clean, safe, and cheap.” I tell her as we finish our food.

  “Have you found anything?” Maddie asks me as I look through my textbook to find quotes for my essay. “Nope, how the hell am I supposed to defend the loyalist,  if in real life I would be a patriot without a second guessing.” I explain to her not taking  my eyes off of the textbook. “Not about your stupid essay! About the tattoo parlor, you said that you went to look around this weekend.” Maddie says taking  a seat next to me. “Oh, yeah I didn’t find anything that costs more than 150 or 200 and hour.” I tell her.  

    “So does this mean that you will be getting tatted by one of the Aussies?” Maddie squeals jumping up and down on the couch. “Maddie, I’m only considering it, plus I will just be getting a tattoo.” I explain to her,making her stop bouncing. “Ugh! And here I thought that the (y/n) would stop holding on to that virginity and open those legs for once.” She jokes shaking me like a mad person. “I just don’t want to give it to someone that I don’t even know.” I tell her.

    “I know, I was just messing with you.” She says bringing me into a comforting hug. “If anything I think you should get your tattoo done there.” She tells me. I look at her and nod, “I think I just might.” I tell her, reaching over and grabbing my phone to make an appointment with one of the Aussies. “5SOS tattoos, this is Luke, how may I help you?” He says his Australian voice thick and deep.  “Hey, I was wondering if I could get my tattoo done there sometime this week,” I tell him. “Definitely, we have space for Friday night, but before that you’d have to come a few days before hand to tell us what you’d like us to design for you.” He says, over the phone. “Can I  pass by tomorrow?” You ask him, “yes, you can I’m just going to need your name and and make sure you bring some type of identification so we can check your age.” He answers, “my name is (y/n)(l/n)” I tell him. “Alright (y/n) I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says before hanging up.

   “I’m getting a tattoo!” I exclaim as Maddie hugs me tight. “Who was the one that picked up the phone?” Maddie asks. “Luke,” I say. “I heard he’s hot!” She shrieks. “Yeah, at least he’s not the Calum guy,” I told her going back to my essay.

“Please, you wish it was the Calum guy,” she says before getting up and walking into the kitchen. I only scoff and begin to type knowing that I kind of did want it to be that Calum guy.

•Chapter 2