Inked (Punk Louis)

Tatianna lives a life full of rules and order. To tell you the truth she's sick and tired of it. What happens when she meets a punk by the name of Louis Tomlinson? He's covered in tattoos and piercings. Everyone says he's bad news. But can Tati stay away?


2. Where It All Began

     I woke up to the sun shining in my face and the birds chirping loudly. I groaned and buried my face deeper into my pillow. As much as everyone loves the sun, I absolutley loathe it. I rolled out of bed still half asleep and fully convinced my day would be better if I just slept in. Everday is the same in my life. My parents had made sure of that by by installing more rules than necessary and sending me to the strictest school. They wanted to have the perfect daughter to show off to their friends. I swear sometimes they forget I'm a human being and not a show dog. "Hurry up Tati! You don't want to be late!" my maid shouted, interrupting my thoughts. "Alright Nana!" I replied. Incase you havn't guessed, my family is what you can call "wealthy". I absolutley hate that term though. My mom is a pretty famous lawyer who is assigned only the top cases. She was hired for the biggest murder case in the states only last year. It was all over the news on almost every television station...or so I heard. My parents don't let me watch television much. They say books are more educational and that television is only a waste of time. My dad owns a book publishing company so he sometimes remembers to bring me some new books to entertain myself with since that seems to be the only thing I'm allowed to do in my free time. The only bad part about the jobs my parents have is that they're never home. I guess that's why I'm so close to our maid, Minerva. She is sixty years old and has the spirit of a twenty year old. I can tell her anything and she always gives the best advice to those who are willing to listen. I've called her Nana since I can remember.

Once I finished getting ready and had changed into my annoying school uniform, I slid down the banister and into our dining room. "Miss Winters! You know your parents don't appreciate you sliding down the stairs in that manner! It's unlady like!" my chauffeur, Stan, exclaimed wide-eyed. He was sitting at our dining table eating a big breakfast which he wasn't supposed to do without my parent's permission. I just eyed him with a hint of a smille on my face. "Unless you want them to know you're taking a break and eating us out of house and home, they don't need to know a thing." I said playfully causing Stan to choke on his coffee. "Point taken." he chuckled after regaining his breath. "So do you still insist on walking or do you want me to drive you?" Stan asked while eyeing me curiously. He never could understand why I refused to take  the limo to school. If my parents found out Stan would lose his job in a blink of an eye. I'm surprised he lets me do what I please. "I'll walk. Don't worry about it." I said with a smile as I headed towards the front door. "Be careful!" he shouted after me. "I will!" I laughed as I shut the door and began my daily walk. I really enjoy walking myself to school because it lets me feel free for a short amount of time. As silly as it sounds I sometimes pretend I'm a greaser from my favorite book "The Outsiders" by adding a slight slouch to my walk. I'll strut around as if I don't have a fear or care in the world. I was in the middle of my famous walk and about two blocks away from my destination when something caught my attention. An old beat up mustang had slowed down next me. It had black paint that was slowly being eaten away by rust and it looked as if it was going to break down any minute. I immediatley got out of character and quickened my pace in a desperate attempt to get to my school. "Maybe I just think it's following me." I mumbled under my breath. When I looked up the car had sped up to match my pace. I felt as if my heart was about to leap out of my chest. I should've just let Stan drive me. I sped up a little more and tried my best to ignore the car and focus on the path in front of me. It seemed like a good idea until deafening music started blasting from the car. The music started drilling itself into my skull and blocked out all my thoughts.This had to be the scariest experience I've ever had to live through. Suddenly the familiar school building came into view and relief began to wash over me. I worked my speed up to a slight jog until I found myself mixed in with my fellow classmates who were waiting for the doors to open ,signaling the start of the school day. The mysterious car stopped in the middle of the street right infront of me. "Please go away. Please go away." I thought to myself. After a few seconds the car sped off without a warning or a trace of its existance.

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