Present Day

"Do you want to get a tattoo?" Amelia asked. I raised my eyebrow at her.

"I already have one, remember? I got it 2 years ago, when I was 15. On my birthday?"

She stared at me as if I had grown a second head. "Yeah, like at your hip. For your lover to see." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. I roll my eyes. Over the last three years, I'd learnt that Amelia had a very dirty mind. Because of her, I was no longer that naive.

She looked at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes. It was obvious that she didn't remember what it said. "Life is a bed of roses. That one, remember that?"

"Oh right, I know. But do you want to get a matching tattoo?"

I stare at her wide eyed. She was the one who said that she didn't want one and I quote, "They're disgusting."

She looks at me with pleading eyes. "I'll go ask my mom." I said.

My mom didn't mind as long as it wasn't one of those huge ass ones that hurt like a motherfucker. My mom had a tattoo too. On her wrist, an infinity sign with my, my dad's and my brother's name.

I find Amelia waiting for me at my car. She had this huge grin on her face.

"So, what do you want to get?" I ask her. I know she'd say butterflies, and I wouldn't really mind having butterflies on my body. I saw one which was really pretty and badass at the same time.

"I want butterflies, on my waist. I saw one the other day and it was amazing. There were three butterflies, the design is a little like the pattern that Tris from Divergent has. Like the birds flying upwards? Except now it's just butterflies and at the top, there's a small feather." I had to laugh, that was the same one that I had seen and liked. Thank god for best friends.

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Arriving at the tattoo parlor, I told her to wait for me as I parked.

We entered the parlor together and saw a guy with tattoos all over his arms sitting on a chair.

Amelia pointed out the tattoo. The butterflies were black and the one at the bottom was the biggest, probably the size of my eye, and the one at the top was the smallest. There were three of them altogether. That shouldn't take long but I could tell that Amelia was nervous. And no wonder, because not only did the needles look intimidating but the man as well. I put my hand over hers and looked at her with reassuring eyes.

"Ames, if you don't want it, then don't. Because you've got to think this through, don't do it just because I have one. Do it because you want it and you know that you won't regret it later on."

She nodded. And taking a deep breath she said, "Here goes nothing."

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Amelia had a huge smile on her face when we exited the parlor. She'd removed her shirt with a little hesitancy, but she had nothing to worry about. The guy who applied the tattoo at her rib cage didn't even spare a glance at her huge tits. Amelia was but the slightest bit offended. Although she wants attention she was still searching for the right guy. I one the other hand, wasn't really interested.

There was one guy that I had loved though, once before. But he turned out to be someone that I couldn't even recognize now. Trying to remember him and the memories associated still made my heart ache. But lesser. Way, way lesser. Whenever I saw him around school, all the feelings I try to keep at bay come rushing back. But whatever was between us happened when I was 14. 3 years ago and a few days before I had met Amelia. I no longer felt any love towards him, nor did I care anymore. I think. How I met Amelia is a laughing matter now and just the distraction that I had needed at the time.

I was trying to distract myself from my most recent breakup when I had seen her. So I'd followed her. We had gone to the park nearby and I had found out that she had just moved on a few houses down from me. I was really happy, to have a new friend. When I had been 'dating' Evan, all the cheerleaders had befriended me. But they just bullied me. They were just fair-weather friends. Ones who didn't give a fuck about you.

After Evan and I broke up, they just stopped pretending to be friends with me and bullied me instead, saying that the reason Evan had left me was because I was too fat, too ugly, too girly. I didn't mind those though, but the one that hurt the most was, that I wasn't good in bed.

I confronted Evan about it. And he confirmed it. I stopped talking to him after that, even though I was still in love with him a little. I finally grew some balls and didn't let the taunting words get to me.

I confronted Evan again, a few weeks later when I found out that he had ruined my life. But he didn't even acknowledge the fact of what he had done to me. Instead he said that I had brought it upon myself. Breaking my heart into two pieces. Again.

"Earth to Hailey. Yo you there?" Amelia says snapping her fingers in front of my face. With a jolt, realized that I was standing in the middle of the car park staring out into space.

I got into my car. Glancing at Amelia, I asked, "Are you okay?"

She just shrugged and glanced at me.

"What happened to the Hailey that did not want to show tattoos out to the open world? What were you thinking? Getting a tattoo on your shoulder?" She all but shouted at me. I grinned, letting my dimple show. I merely shrugged.

"I could say the same for you."

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After dropping Amelia home, I came back home myself and immediately took to my closet. I slipped out of my top and cut-offs before putting on my running attire.

Slipping on my running shoes, I broke into a run. I needed to escape from the thoughts in my head. I no longer cared for Evan like I used to, but I felt a little guilty for what I did. But I was young at that time only 14.

Before I knew it, tears had gathered at the corners of my eyes, ready to fall any second. Refusing to cry, I wiped at my eyes furiously, not really paying attention to where I was walking.

"Oomph."

I looked up to see no other than Mason Butler. Your average fuckboy, or player, playboy. Yeah.

The one that probably every school in U.S. has. That guy.

He smirked at me.

"Now what is a pretty little thing like you doing out at this hour?"

I scoffed, "It's only six. I'm not a baby." I snapped, completely ignoring the fact that he had called me pretty. My night had just gotten worse and I felt the urge to break something. Presumably, his neck. Or arm.

He rolls his eyes. "Feisty, aren't we? Next time watch where you're going." He snapped the last part and continued on his way.

I stared after him as he left. No doubt he would tell his 'besties' about this tomorrow.

The thing was he wasn't only the school's player, he was also Evan's best friend.

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