"Hey, I never caught your name earlier," I said to the girl I was sitting by in first period, "Caroline," she said not looking me in my eyes. I mean I knew I was intimidating but there was something about her that was different, something she was trying to hide. Pain. "I'm Harry," I said and walked with her, "better get back to that girl," she said coldly, "who Rachel? She's a whore, just using her for sex, she's pretty crappy at it but whatever," I said and she sped up walking, "slow down baby girl," I said to her, "let's get this straight Harry, I'm not your baby girl ok, I'm not going to be your next girl you use ok, never am I going to give into you!" She said angrily, "ok, calm down, I'm just wanting to be friends," I said chuckling, she rolled her eyes and I had to calm myself down before I blew up at her, she really knew how to piss me off. "I was wondering if you could draw me my next tattoo," I asked her calmly, "excuse me?" She said shocked, "I've been itching for a new tattoo, you're an artist, so maybe you could draw me one," I said and she nodded, "ok," she agreed. "Maybe we could hangout so I can tell you what I want and stuff," I said and she nodded, "my place so my brother can watch to make sure you don't pull anything," she said and I rolled my eyes. "How many times do I have to say, I just wanna be friends," I said and she shrugged and pulled out a sharpie and grabbed my hand and wrote down her number on my hand. "Text me last period so we can meet up ok," she said and I nodded.
After last period I texted her and we met at her locker. I saw her brother and he was very muscular and intimidating to most people but not me. "Let's go," she said, I nodded and we went to her house. It was a nice two story house and I walked inside and it was really nice. We sat at the table. "So I was thinking maybe I could use your drawing but put the name Anne on the top in some kind of font and put forever and always on the bottom," I said and she looked at me, "is she your ex girlfriend or something?" She asked me, "no she's my mum, she died last year," I said holding back tears. "Oh...I'm sorry for your loss," she said and wrote my mums name in a beautiful cursive and forever and always in a different type of cursiveish font. "Want to come with me when I get the tattoo?" I asked, "sure I guess," she said and I smiled slightly. "Harry I'm sorry for being so rude," she said and I looked at her, "don't pity me," I growled, "Harry I'm just apologizing," she said annoyed, "whatever," I said and she sighed and carefully tore out the picture and handed it to me. "Here you go," she said again refusing eye contact, "thanks Caroline, I appreciate it," I said and kissed her cheek before standing and leaving.