Betrayal

Chapter 11

"Evie, that was quite a show." Peter says sitting next to me.

"Thanks, I've heard." I mumble.

"You should be proud." A husky voice says sitting across from us.

"I'm sorry I don't know your name." I say looking up at a tall broad initiate.

"Al, can I sit here?" He asks.

"I don't own the table, feel free." I motion for him to sit across from us. "So where did you transfer from?"

"Candor," Al says.

"Oh so you and Peter know each other?" I ask. Both him and Peter nod. "Are you friends?"

"I didn't really know, Al." I look at Peter confused. "He was always in the smart classes."

"So you're a smarty pants?" I ask Al, cocking my eyebrow up.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Al says with a laugh.

"Well Mr. Smarty Pants, Peter and I were planing on going to the tattoo parlor, wanna come with?" I asks.

"Sure! But you'll have to help me pick." Al responds.

"I've only known you for, like, 3 minutes." I say biting my lip. "They're permanent, what if you don't like it?"

"To me it's the thought that counts." Al says smiling.

"Come on, let's go. I can't wait anymore." I squeal. I grab Al's and Peter's hands.

"What did we get ourselves into?" Peter rhetorically asks Al.

"Something FUN. I bet I can beat you guys there." I smirk at them before running up the stairs.

"No fair!" Peter screams at me Al following close behind.

"Hate to break it to you, but LIFE'S NOT FAIR!" I scream back. "You better hurry, I can see the Parlor." With that Peter books it past me and Al meets my pace.

"You know, you're less intimidating in person." Al says smiling.

"Me intimidating?" I ask.

"You beat our trainer, he was first in his class."

"Hurry up you two." Peter says waiting in the Parlor doorway.

"He's my brother, Al. We didn't have the best past together." I say stopping in front of Peter.

"I didn't mean any harm from it." Al says.

"Don't worry you didn't know." I respond with a smile. "Now let's get tatted" I walk over to the wall of tats.

"What are you going to get?" Peter asks standing next to me.

"I think I'm going to get something with lettering." I say pointing to the letters on the wall.

"What would it say?" Al asks coming and standing on the other side of me.

"My past doesn't define me." I respond, taking the tablet of the wall and walking to the counter.

"Hey how can I help you?" The man at the counter asks.

"I would like a tattoo and probably some piercings."

"Okay, I suggest getting your ears pierced since this is your first piercing. And what do you want the tattoo to say?" He says pointing to the tablet.

"I would like 2 lobe piercings on both and an industrial on my left. And the tattoo to say, my past doesn't define me." I say passing the tablet to the man.

"Right this way, Miss." He says leading me to a chair. I see the boys and smile at them.

"I'm Evie, by the way." I say to him.

"Mark," He says gesturing for me to sit in the chair. "Look at these." He hands me a tablet with a bunch of earrings on it. "Where do you want the tat?" I lift my shirt revealing my scar.

"Along my scar." I say continuing to look at the earrings. I bite my lip, in deep thought.

"I'm done with your tat. Have you pick your earrings?" Mark asks.

"Your done, I didn't even feel anything." I say in shock. He nods. "I like these." I say pointing at a pair of silver ball studs, that change color depending on the way you look at them.

He takes away the tablet. "Your industrial is going in first." He says as I feel a small sting. "It's in. Now the other 4."

Before I know it, I have piercings and a tattoo. Mark charged it to my points and I walk over to where Al is sitting.

"Peter's getting a large one. I've already got mine. You wanna leave?" Al asks.

"Sure let me tell Peter that I'm leaving." I say standing and walking over to Peter. "Hey, we're going to go. I'll see you in the dorms."

I walk out with Al and we head to the dorms. "I like your piercings." Al smiles at me.

"Thanks," I say smiling back at him. We turn a corner and what I see disgusts me. Eric and some other girl are eating each other's faces. "Eric," I manage to squeak out. He pulls away from the girl and look at me. I know he sees the hurt in my eyes, but I quickly turn and run away.