Stiles's Pov-
As Scott pulls up in the parking lot the tattoo parlor. Scott asked, "If I was ready for this." Nope, I thought. Then said, "Ready as I'll ever be. Cause, I want to do this. Actually, I need to do this cause, if I don't then I will be extremely upset, and I know no one would want that. Plus, if I don't then that would mean, we came up here for nothing, and that would mean we have wasted your gas. Then I would have to pay you back. I don't to go home, and not get the tattoos. On top of that I already told Derek"- Scott had cut me off. "Your stalling.", he told me. "Oh, let's go in.", I told him. "Yeah.", was all I heard Scott said. I grabbed my notebook, and then the both of us got out of his car. Then I heard him say, "You know we don't have to do this Stiles?" I looked at him. "I know.", I say. "But I really need to though.", I finished while walking into the tattoo parlor. "Hey, I remember you guys.", says the tattoo parlor guy. Then he stated he was kidding, then he pointed at Scott. "Your buddy has a tattoo on his arm.", the guy finished. "Oh, well you sure got us.", I replied to him. "Don't worry, I am just messing with you guys. Anyways, I am assuming you want a tattoo on your arm, wrist, and hand.", he tells me. "Um, how did you know?", I asked him. I could tell Scott was keeping an eye on this guy. "I am, Mason. By the way, in case you guys were wondering." Man, this guy was freaking Scott out. Okay, I was a little freaked out, too. But let's keep that between us. After all, I have a reputation to keep. "I knew about the tattoos, because of your drawing in your notebooks.", Mason said. I looked down at my notebook and sure enough, he was telling the truth. I had them showing out for the whole world to see. "Oh.", was all I could say. I looked over at Scott. "I mean no harm.", Mason then said. It was like he knew what Scott, and I was thinking before we got to know him or whatever. Then he asked, "If that's what I wanted?" "Um, huh?", I said. For a second, I was dumbfounded. It's just, he reminded me of Derek. Okay, that's a lie. This guy is completely opposite. Then our own very Mr. Derek Hale. To be honest, I use to have a thing for the guy. He was a natural born hero. The sad thing is he had nothing now. I guess, I never told anything about it. Because, I was scared that, he wouldn't feel the same way. To be honest, I was scared of a lot of things. Back when I was a freshman. But I had some moments where I had enough and just taken the risks. To be honest, I never thought I would have a chance with anyone then. So, years went by, and Derek was always with someone else. I was with Malia. Lydia was with Aiden. But then things changed. Now, I am with Lydia. Derek's back, and Malia's gone. Well hopefully, something goes well for Derek. "The tattoos, are they what you want? I mean you're a real artist. But are those it?", Mason asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Oh, yeah." I replied back to him. "You know, maybe we should come back another day?", Scott said while pulling my arm. "It's not going to hurt. It'll be real fast. I promise.", Mason spoke. Either he was really desperate for money or he was really creepy I thought. I looked at Scott. He didn't say anything. He just kept giving me this look. "Look, kid. What do you have to lose? You came for something. You might as well not go home empty-handed.", Mason said. Man, I thought. He's right. Derek is expecting me. To be honest, if I don't do this now. I might not get the chance with everything going on. Then I heard Scott speak up. "No, I think"- I cut him off. "He's right.", I reassured Scott. "Come on, let's do this.", I say to Mason, while sitting down in the chair. Mason started to get the supplies out. "This is an awful idea, Stiles.", Scott tries to plead with me. I just laughed, and told him that he was only saying that, because I once told him that, but he still got the tattoo, and so, will I. Once I reassured Scott, once more. Mason was back with the supplies. "Alright., kid", he starts. "I am going to need you to hold still.", he finished. Of course, I listened. I felt like it was taking longer than usual. But maybe, I was just being paranoid. But then, I could feel this sharp pain in the back of my head. I tensed up. Scott looked at me. I was in a daze, I knew he could tell something was up. Mason had finished and went to get something. I started to whisper things. "It's dark, and cold. I can't- I can't. I can't. Help.", I yelled. "Help, me. Please.", I yelled out. Scott grabbed my arm. "Stiles?" "Stiles come on." Then he roared my name. "Stiles!" I jumped up. "What, where?" I asked. I looked around. "Never mind." I mumbled. Mason had came back in. I knew he had to bandage up my arm. I let him finish his job. After, I paid him I headed straight for the doors. I got into the passenger seat. "Wait, Stiles. What the hell happened back there?", he asked. "I don't know, but what I do know is Derek is waiting. So, let's go.", I replied instead of answering his question. "But"- I cut Scott off. "Scott, just drop it now.", I demanded, while staring at the window. I couldn't even look at him. Scott started up the indignation, and then pulled out of the parking lot of the tattoo parlor. We headed to Derek's. I hoped, and prayed that, whatever I saw in my head wasn't real.