The sheets were tangled around my hips when I awoke.
Hayley was beside me, staring at me, her blond hair ruffled.
She smirked at me and slid out of the bed.
Why did I get the feeling I was in for another fight?
"Hey, uh, Aaron..." she started, fluffing her hair, a tick she had when she was so mad she couldn't even scream. "When were you thinking about telling me about the tattoo?"
Yep, she was pissed.
I unconsciously touched the new art on my hip, which still dully throbbed. 'CRIMINAL MINDS', it read.
I remembered who grabbed my hand as a man with several piercings leaned over me.
I remembered I was surprised when the young man grabbed my hand with an assurance, planting himself next to me.
I remembered that, for the first time in a long time, I didn't miss Haley and this nonstop fighting.
"I thought you liked surprises," I called to her back, which was fussing around the kitchen. I didn't even try to get out of the bed.
"I thought you knew I didn't like tattoos."
"Well I thought you knew that I did."
"Well then, I thought you knew that I don't care and I want it gone."
"No."
"Well..." she fumed, storming back into the room, her arms flying around in pure anger. "Well, fuck you!" I smirked.
"You just did."