The Devil Inside

Chapter 15

Lexi's P.O.V. 

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I was walking in school and literally everyone's eyes are on me. It's kind of creepy and flattering at the same time. Tommy, that bastard, picked me a pretty skimpy but at the same time modest outfit. I have to admit, the boy has good fashion sense. He made me wear a pair of ripped jeans that are so ripped the probably couldn't be classified as jeans, with fishnet stockings underneath, a really tight tube top which is red and black checkers, and a cropped black bomber jacket with small rose patterns on the bottom of it. All in all, it was a pretty fly outfit. I think the people are more shocked by the fact I am wearing other than the colour black, and I look good in it. I see Tiffany and her clique standing there, whispering, probably about me, cause I'm just that awesome. I walk straight up to them and stop about a foot away from Maxwell. I push my backpack to the front and unzip it while still looking at him. I take out a few photos from the little pouch on the inside and hand them to him.

"Here, after the accusation you made when you came to my house yesterday I thought I would show you that I'm not as heartless as you people make me to believe." I made sure to enunciate the word heartless.

"Go ahead, look at the photos, I know your dying to." He flips them over and his eyes kind of widen when he sees the person with me. My ex-boyfriend is kind of well known. He is a singer/actor who uses his travel to complete overseas missions that others cant. I am way better than him, he's almost gotten like four times whereas I've never even come close to being caught. 

"Your ex-boyfriend is not Ryder Samuel?! You're lying! Why would he go for you out of all people?" Tiffany just had to look even when those pictures were for one of her boyfriends eyes. 

"Um, I do not remember asking you Tiffany, so mind your own business. Also, tell Bradley, I said hi." I see her stiffen then walk away. Bradley is the name of her other boyfriend from the rival high school in the next town over. She uses Bradley for s*x, Maxwell for popularity, and has a bunch of other guys on the side, even once John, Maxwell's best friend. I go back to a smirking Tommy who kind of looks at me like I'm his daughter who just discovered the cure for caner on Saturn whilst singing and tap dancing to Disney songs, all in all, he was very proud. 

"Let's get to class you wicked b***h from the west." I roll my eyes at him, but chuckle and nod. First up we got PE, so we gotta get changed. 

"Ay Tommy, wanna get a tattoo after school? I was thinking of something and I sketched it, but I'm not too sure about it." Tommy stops abruptly, and turns me so I'm facing him. 

"Uh did you just ask me for a tattoo? You know I'm always down to get one, but what is this design?" 

"Well you will have to wait after school to see. I drew it myself and our friendship kind of inspired it." He dramatically puts his hand on his heart in a happy way.

"I inspired one of your designs, and you want it permanently on your body, God, I feel so blessed." I roll my eyes and walk away from him and go into the woman's change room to see all the girls there, waiting for me, with Tiffany in the front. 

''Ok listen here b***h, first you beat me up, twice, then you tell Mr. Turner about my bullying that autistic kid, and then you get my boyfriend to come to your house and then tell him I am cheating on him? Also, saying Bradleys name like that was such a low blow. And, because you're now dressing like this doesn't mean you're pretty. Yes, your outfit is nice, but whatever is underneath it no body will ever want, you s**t. Plus, lying that you dated Ryder Samuels is just kind of pathetic and lame, and just makes you a liar." I just stare at her for about thirty seconds, not blinking or moving, the only indication that I am alive is you can see my chest move up and down from my breathing, but you can't ever hear my breathe. Tiffany demeanour kind of falters for a second but then I speak. 

"Are you finished? Alright, firstly, do not call me a s**t or a liar ever EVER again, do you understand me? I am not you so do not put me down on your level. I will never be that low. I'm not lying, Ryder and I did date for a while, then we broke up, if you don't believe me, ask him, if you ever meet him, and also, your boyfriend, the one at this school, came to my house willingly to tell me something, which really isn't any of your concern. I did not today dress like this because I wanted too, I did it to make my friend feel happy, something you've never even considered. I just told Maxwell the truth about you, and it may hurt him but you, people get hurt in life, it's inevitable. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get dressed and actually work our, because you know, I'm not full of plastic like you." With that, I get to my locker, quickly changing into a sports b*a and some running pants and making my way to the field finding all the boys there. I search for Tommy and find him having a heated argument with Maxwell, oh what's this about? I walk up slowly and keep behind Tommy because Maxwell is less likely to notice me.

"I am telling you this for the last time, so get it through your thick head, Lexi isn't lying about anything and she never does. Lexi only tells the truth, even if it hurts people." Uh oh did I cause another fight. 

"And I am telling you that Lexi is lying about this, Tiffany wouldn't cheat on me. So, tell your friend to leave me and my girl alone or else we'll have some problems, alright?" At this I start laughing, and it catches the attention of Tommy and Maxwell. 

"Well, well, well, Maxwell, if you must know, Tommy is right, I do not lie, because I would rather the person find out the truth and be mad at me then not knowing then getting hurt afterwards. Also, do not threaten us with your empty words, because you have no idea who you are messing with, ok? So now, leave, and go train elsewhere." He left obediently, good.

"Don't be in a pissed mood Tommy, remember, after school is tattoo time?" He perks up at that and while we are doing sports and through out the rest of the day really, Tommy is just talking about what tattoo he wants to get next and where he is going to get it on his body. God, this boy will be the death of me.

                                                                                   ~Time Skip~

As school finished Tommy and I got into the car and made our way to the local tattoo parlour. They also did piercings there. We pulled up and got out of the car and I made sure I had my sketch with me. We got inside and it looked like an average tattoo parlour. Dark lights, design ideas all over the wall, some rock music playing lowly in the background, chairs in the open for piercings and basic tattoos and rooms for the ones in more private areas. We got to the front desk and rand the bell, about fifteen seconds later and dude, looking around twenty-five, with a bunch of tattoos all over his body came out to us.

"Hi there, what can I do for ya?" He asked us, his voice is so husky and extremely sexy, so is he to be honest. 

"Well I want to get a tattoo, on either my midback or my thigh. I had a design and I was wondering if I could have your input on it? Where do you think this would look best?" I hand him the paper and he examines it. He studies it before folding the paper back up. 

"I think that that design would look really good your back, especially if you want it in colour as well. We can get started with it now, if you'd like?" I nod at him and he directs me to one of the back rooms.

''Ok so this will take about two and a half hours to complete. Would you like your friend to be here with you?" He was asking about Tommy and Tommy was about to answer when I said.

"No I don't, you can go Tommy and come back in two hours. Go do something, now." He nodded and left while I got prepped for the tattoo. I had to take off my shirt and pull my pants down a bit. I lied down on my stomach and he put some gel on my back. 

"Alright, this might hurt a bit but relaxing your muscles will help you." I was always tense so this probably wont work for me. Then he started. It felt like a long time, longer than two hours but I knew it was only two hours because soon I heard the door open and Tommy yell out for me. The tattoo guy, I still don't know his name, called for him to wait there until I came out. Soon after, he finished and cleaned up with the necessary things. I put my shirt back on and walked out. 

"Can I see it? Please let me see it?" I roll my eyes, turn around and lift my shirt enough so he can see it.

"Wow!" I hear Tommy whisper and I feel his finger brush my back.