White Lies » Scott McCall

Chapter 1

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture" The Tattoo artist said sarcastically to Scott.

I laughed.

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles held up a drawing of what appeared to look like a huge lizard.

Scott and I glared at him.

"Too soon?" He pulled a face and put it down. "Yeah"

"So are definitely sure about this?" I asked Scott.

"Yeah, I mean these things are pretty permanent, you know?" Stiles said.

"I'm not changing my mind" Scott replied.

"Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles questioned.

"I just like it"

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of..." I trailed off.

"Meaning?" Stiles finished.

I nodded.

"Getting a tattoo means something" Scott shrugged.

"He'a right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word 'tatua' means 'to leave a mark' Like a rite of passage" The tattoo artist said.

"Yeah, you see? He gets it" Scott said.

I rolled my eyes. "He is covered in tattoos" I pointed out.

My brother nodded. "Literally"

"Okay, you ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?" The guy asked.

"Nope" Scott replied.

"I tend to get a little squeamish though, so-" Stiles started but cut off when the artist pulled out the needle. "Oh, man"

I turned my attention away from Scott when I heard a thump on the floor.

"Please don't tell me he just fainted" I said as I turned around.

I sighed.

Why am I related to him.

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"You okay?" Stiles asked Scott, who was staring down at his arm.

"Kinda burns"

"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle" Stiles pointed out sarcastically.

"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this" Scott replied.

He then winced and yelled out an instinctive. "Oh, God"

"You okay?" I asked.

"No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off" Scott said.

"No, no, no, no, Scott. Oh, Scott, please stop" Stiles covered his eyes.

Scott took off the bandage showing the tattoo.

Which was disappearing.

I stared at his arm in disbelief. "What the shit"

"Oh, god no what" Scott mumbled as the tattoo completely faded.

"Whoa" I said slowly.

"It healed" Scott said in disbelief.

"I can't believe I passed up an evening with Allison and Lydia to watch you in pain as you get a tattoo and the thing just...heals" I scoffed.

Stiles scrunched up his face. "Ah, thank God. I hated it" he said.

Scott turned to face him.

"Sorry"