Emotionless Badass

Chapter 3: n****e Piercings

Pulling the stupid jacket off the rack, I smiled at the woman handing her my card and signing as she handed me my card back.

I put the card back in my wallet and headed out the doors to Misty's car, getting in I went with her to the mall to do major retail therapy. God knows I need it now.

"You can't be seriously thinking about getting one." I said watching Misty eye the piercing/tattoo shop, her eyes lingering over the flier stating half off on n****e piercings.

She smirked "Oh come on, you won't get yours done with me?" She asked eyeing me as if she didn't know me, as if she truly believed I'd ever do that.

I shook my head, "Never Mits, ever. I'll go with you to get yours but I'm not going to get mine done." I said watching her sigh.

"Are we going in?" She asked going to the door slowly.

I shrugged "Let's go, if you really want them let's do it." I said watching her rush inside.

Misty signed a waiver and some papers before picking her piercings which where small butterfly wings on both sides. "Two or one?" The guy asked her.

She eyed her breast "Both. I like even breast." Misty stated proudly.

He gestured to a seat in a room and I followed her inside. She stripped her top off and her bra laying on the table smiling at me "I wish you'd do it too." She said sighing.

I laughed "I'm okay, just make sure you let them heal properly." I said watching her nod.

The guy came in and shut the door, twenty minutes and Misty's cry later, she was done.

She avoided a bra to stop it from chaffing her n*****s. We headed out the door with her wearing just a T-shirt.

This girl.

Walking out the door, into the main office, I looked up to see Ben staring at us for a moment before paying the guy.

Misty smiled at Ben "Oh Ben, what are you doing here?" She asked c*****g an eyebrow.

He stared over at her and looked down at her pierced n*****s, his eyes moving over my breast before looking up at me with a soft stare.

"Wanna see them?" Misty asked smirking at him. Ben walked past her ignoring her as he looked down at me and went to a chair sitting and rolling his sleeve up.

Misty scowled and looked at me thoughtfully before she paid and we walked out.

She stared over at me "He doesn't like me, that's just annoying." She said sighing and looking at her n*****s.

I laughed, "I'm telling you, he's just weird." I said shaking my head.

Her eyes looked to me "He checked your breast out, maybe he likes you." She said thoughtfully while guiding me into the candy store.

Filling a bag of gummy candies, all red because I only like the cherry flavor. I added some red jelly beans and watched the cashier eye Misty's n*****s "New?" He asked gesturing to them.

She placed a lollipop in her mouth smirking at him "Want to see them?" She asked flirting.

He smirked and leaned forward biting his lip as he looked her over.

As she went to lift her shirt I paid for our candies, he kept his eyes on Misty as he rang us up.

She looked around and then flashed him dropping her shirt down and laughing as she took her bag of candy walking out the doors.

I laughed and took a licorice giving him a smile and walking out to the other stores.

"You're too much." I said shaking my head at her.

We shopped our asses off, and now sitting with my sandwich and fries I eyed the booth beside us full of our bags.

"Those black pumps are too cute. You better wear them to the next party." She said eyeing the bags with me.

I nodded "I think I'm going to." I said thoughtfully.

My eyes moved to my food and then up at the crowd, stopping on his stupid face. He ordered a pizza and walked to a table sitting and eating his food.

Why does it seem like he keeps getting more hot, but like annoyingly hot.

I watched a girl lean into his table smiling and flirting, he gave her the typical response. Ignoring her and trying to politely say f**k off.

He has to be gay! He has to be.

The girl walked away leaving her number on his table and going to her table of girlfriends.

He finished his food and took the paper crinkling it and tossing it in the trash with his plate and cup.

As he walked closer, his eyes on his phone before he looked over and caught my stare. God he must think I'm a f*****g creep.

The inside of my sandwich fell out as he gave me a look over walking past me.

Jesus Christ!

I dropped my sandwich to my plate and sighed "Lost my appetite." I said moving it toward the end of the table.

She smirked "You thinking about licking mustard off Ben's d**k?" She asked putting the image in my head immediately as she ate her food.

I laughed sarcastically "No I'm thinking of that cats dead organs on our table." I said smirking.

She cringed "You're gross! f**k you Lana." She whined pushing her tray away from her in disgust.

Damn, licking mustard off his c**k. Lord forgive my dirty mind and my dirtier friend. 

Ben's POV

"I know, I already told him and he said he'd get all that s**t done for her." I sighed feeling a migraine already forming in the back of my head.

This f*****g place is some twisted backwards town, and of all the f*****g places, this is where Heath chose to get his treatment.

It's apparently the best facility but I doubt it, these people are all some blind by their money they can't see the fact they're digging their own graves. Societally and literally.

Ordering my food, I listened to Heath explain that dad was being stingy with the money and I rubbed the bridge of my nose feeling anxious with a need to eat.

"Tell him I said that if he doesn't f*****g bring in money, he can't control it. Make sure mom eats and make sure you get your medication. Ill be home late tonight." I said in a low and calm tone, it's not Heaths fault our dads a low life f*****g d**k.

Heath sighed in the other line "Alright be safe, let me know if you find a good coach." He said before hanging up.

I got my food and sat at one of the empty tables, my phone filling with a few more messages from fights and people wanting to meet for street fighting.

My name used to be well known up north, but now we're here and this place has its own fighters that people praise.

"Hey, you're insanely hot."

I looked up from my thoughts, and my pizza and stared at the girl. Small beady blue eyes, her lips so plump you can tell she had them done. She smiled down at me with her seductive grin, the same grin they all give me.

I'd hoped that my bad reputation would steer them away, but here they are, the dumb broads just don't get it.

She leaned in, hoping to get me probably check out her body, and although I'm a guy, I have standards.

This girl, she doesn't meet them.

I leaned back taking a bite of my pizza and watching her continue chatting about how she's never seen me around here. Then asking if I had a girlfriend or if I was meeting someone here. At times like this, I wish I did have a girlfriend, but only to steer the thirsty chicks away.

I've learned that ignoring them keeps them away but sometimes it just makes them try a bit harder. Sort of like that blonde psycho with her quiet bitchy friend. The quiet ones actually hot, even if she's a bit creepy, but the blonde ones just too much.

I thought back on her pierced n*****s, not as nice as her friends unpierced ones. Either way, the two are just aggravating to say the least.

The girl in front smiled and gave me a wink "Here's my number. Just give me a call sometime, don't worry about time, I'm very flexible." She placed the paper on the table and walked away as I shoved the last of the pizza in my mouth.

Standing, I crumpled the paper and took the last drink before tossing it all in the trash. Pulling my phone out, I eyed the text from some guy named Johnny.

Looking up, I caught eyes with her.

These two girls are everywhere, damn psychos.

I stared at the girl, her big green eyes almost glaring at me. The insides of her sandwich fell to her tray and I listened as muttered 'f*****g hell' under her breath.

A small smirk hung at my lips, she's a wild one alright.

Heading out the mall, I stared at my phone dialing the guys number.

A couple rings before "Hello Ben, been waiting for you to call. You busy?" Damn this guy gets straight to the point.

"Uh no, I'm not actually." I responded looking around and getting on my bike.

Johnny laughed "Perfect! Listen I'm gonna text you my address just come by and we can get to talking. I trained some of the greatest players here. I did some research and I like you kid." He said in his weird accent.

I stared around, noticing the two girls carrying all their damn bags to the car. They probably live and breathe their dads money. I bet they've never worked a day in their life. Lucky asses.

"Sounds good. I'll meet you there." I said before hanging up.

The psycho blonde gave the quiet one a shove and I watched as the quiet one laughed harder.

She's got a nice laugh, that is until I heard her snort and then laugh at her snort. A smirk rose on my lips and I laughed a bit watching her look around to make sure no one heard.

That teacher was right, they're trouble, and they're psychotic.