“Sorry, man…” Kai mumbles, dropping his controller to the floor. “Wanna head out?”
I nod, wanting nothing more than to get out of my mind.
Why am I always surrounded by negativity?
As though he reads my mind, Kai shoots a scowl at his sister before heading to the door, tugging on his Nikes.
“Let’s go.”
I can feel Sierra’s eyes burning into mine, but I shake my head, refusing to answer her silent question.
“Should we head to campus? Someone will be partying tonight,” Kai remarks over his shoulder as we climb into his car. “I’m sorry about Sierra; she can be a little bitch.”
I shrug, not wanting to talk about it anymore.
“Whatever, I just want to fucking relax.”
Staring out of the window, I feel bad for leaving Sierra in the house on her own, wondering what’s wrong with me.
“Have you heard from your ma?” Kai asks, speeding down the road.
I crank the window down, tapping the roof with my fingertips. The wind soothes me, but I know the only thing that’ll really work is whiskey or something equally dark.
“Yeah, she’s alright.”
Kai tries to talk some more but soon picks up on my mood.
The one thing that's awesome about Kai is his ability to know when to leave me alone, and now is one of them.
I barely register where he parks the car, I just blindly follow him as we speak to random guys and girls on campus.
I perch on the bench beside Kai as he sweet talks some geek into giving him her number, my eyes falling on the most beautiful inked ship I’ve ever seen.
It’s tattooed onto the bronzed skin of what looks like a walking angel, and I wonder how her dainty leg didn’t shatter beneath the pressure of the needle.
Seriously, is this chick a doll?
My eyes move further up her thigh, catching sight of a skull with roses for eyes, a ripped black skirt hiding the rest of her skin from me.
“Have you seen enough?” a throaty voice asks, calling my attention to her mouth.
Nude glossy lips. Nude glossypiercedlips.
“Nice ink.” I nod at her leg as her eyes follow my gaze, her fingers scraping the ice white hair away from her face.
“Done by the best,” she says proudly.
I cock my head with interest as she reaches down to her torso, sliding the skin tight tank top up to reveal a naked woman on a bed of roses on her stomach. Thorns cut into the woman’s skin, droplets of violet blood spilling around her, while the roses seem to caress her skin.
“Huh.” I beckon her closer, wanting to examine the blood in detail. “Why violet blood?”
The girl looks impressed by my question, and she grins, revealing a decent-sized gap in her teeth.
“Because why the fuck not? I bleed unicorn blood, baby.”
I can’t help but grin back, and the woman gazes at me with interest.
“You got any?”
