Nick's Guide to Surviving High School

Chapter 14*

King's POV

"You never answered my question."

After my spontaneous declaration, Nick and I got dressed quickly and headed out to my car. I didn't really have a plan, I just thought we should get out of the house. I looked over at my mate, who looked stunning in the pale light of the afternoon sun.

Nick was wearing a black long sleeve turtleneck with a light blue jean jacket. His shirt was tucked into a pair of skinny jeans that matched his jacket, and his black Converse really topped off the outfit. He had a pair of wire-framed sunglasses resting on his chest, the round gold frame accentuating his style. He fidgeted with them as he sat patiently, waiting for my answer.

My little mate looked absolutely delicious sitting next to me.

I, on the other hand, was wearing a long black sweater with a rose stitched right above my left pec. My jeans were a little darker than Nick's, and rolled up above my ankles. I had on a pair of white Air Forces, and I had switched out my earring studs for small golden hoops. A gold chain hung from my neck, and all of my rings were in their respectful places.

I had a feeling my little mate liked my rings. I caught him staring at them on multiple occasions, and he never said anything about the way they dug into his flesh when I gripped him a little too hard.

"And what was your question again, love?" I asked while risking a glance over at him to find him staring at me already. My breath hitched in my throat as I got winded once again by the sight of my little love. He was just so fucking adorable!

"Your tattoo. The one on your spine. Any special meaning there?"

I shook my head, my eyes on the road once again as I drove us to our destination. To be honest, a lot of my tattoos didn't have much meaning. Most of them I just thought were cool.

"Nope. I just thought it looked interesting."

Nick spluttered, and I looked over to see him looking completely baffled, like he couldn't believe I would get a tattoo without meaning. "Seriously? That's lame."

"You have no room to talk, cutie, you don't even have a tattoo."

Nick huffed next to me, slumping in his seat. I stole a couple of side glances at him to make sure he wasn't really mad. He wasn't, he was just pouting.

"How do you know that? I could have one somewhere you haven't seen," Nick defended stubbornly. I let out a breathy chuckle, my eyes catching the sign for the restaurant. I pulled in to the parking lot, finding a spot and parking before I turned to Nick. His eyes were on me, seemingly unaware that we'd made it.

"Do you?" I asked Nick, who looked away bashfully before shaking his head. I chuckled, getting out of the car, followed by Nick. I walked around to his side of the car and grabbed his hand, earning an immediate blush from him.

"I want one, though. I'm just scared it's gonna hurt," Nick muttered out as we entered the restaurant. It was a seat yourself kind of place, so I tugged Nick to an empty booth near the back.

Nick took a seat across from me, allowing me full access to gaze into his wonderful brown eyes. I took in his face, noting the light freckles that were scattered around his nose and cheeks, and his cute little button nose.

It twitched every time he was concentrating on something, like it was right now as he looked at the menu in front of him.

He had a small face, and a slender neck that Nash was itching to wrap his hand around.

I coughed awkwardly and tried my best to ignore Nash's grumbles as Nick flicked his eyes up to meet mine.

"Tattoos don't hurt that much, sweetheart," I tried to reassure Nick, but he just snorted and shook his head before looking back down at the menu.