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Chapter 3
Living Ink and Told-you-so kisses

So, hitching a ride in the Hummer – along with Reid, Tyler, Pogue and Kate – wasn't so bad, and i was seriously starting to consider if Reid really was the devil sent from the burning Hells – in a disguise – or an angel sent from Heaven – also in a disguise? He was actually acting sweet, and not like the asshole I imagined him be.

Well, turns out Reid really were the Devil, and he was determined to make me feel uncomfortable. Who knew Reid could do that? Yeah, sarcasm's the shit.

Anyways, after having been dragged around looking for hot clothes, I was the girl carrying the least shopping bags. After all, Kate and Sarah both had a hot swimmer-boyfriend with booming abs, and those two being so hooked they offered themselves to carry the shopping bags.

And then there was Tyler, who was just the cutest thing ever and being his cutie-pie self, he offered to carry Lauren and Tammy's bags. He offered to carry mine too, but I wouldn't let him. Seriously, as soon as he got close to me I hugged the bags to my chest and looked at him with big eyes.

Which by the way freaked him out and made him back away and look at me weirdly. I can't see why…

So, we'd been to about fifteen stores when Kate shone up and held up something that looked too small to be a dress. I raised my eyebrow towards her and sighed as I got back to looking through the rack before me.

"Not your color, Kate."

"Nope, but it'd look awesome on you."

I had to check and see if that smile on her face was genuine or if she was just trying to be funny. Oh, huh, guess she wasn't.

"I'm not even going to say anything," I mumbled, my eyes darting to the dress.

"Are you kidding, you've got the perfect body for this!" Tammy grinned, diving for the dress just to study it closer.

"Still, that can't even count as a dress," I said, my face indicating I thought they were crazy for even suggesting me to try that piece of fabric on.

"I think it's nice," Reid said from behind Tammy, his eyes studying the thing.

"See, that's my point," I concluded, gesturing towards Reid.

Tammy's grin faded and she took a closer look at the dress, grimacing, "I guess if Reid think it's nice then there is definitely something slutty about it." Though there was a look on her face saying she really liked the dress.

"If you like it so much, why don't you try it on yourself?" I looked at her from the corner of my eye, but the girl just looked sad.

"Nope, that dress is not for me, plus, my parents would kill me, then chop off my head and put it on a stick in the garden if they ever laid eyes on that." She sighed heavily and lumped away, and my eyes fell on the dress again.

I honestly thought this little argument was over, but obviously Kate was determined to get me in the dress. Maybe she just wanted to check me out, what did I know, but things were starting to get a little creepy.

"You are going to try this dress on by your own free will, or I will put it on you myself." She was only getting creepier…

"I prefer dressing myself thank you," I muttered, putting out my hand so she could hand me the dress. Kate had an award winning smile when she gave me the piece of shit and I responded with a bitter smile that made hers even wider.

I'm a joy spreader, I've always been. Ha… ha…

Okay, enough sarcasm already – dressing room time. Which meant Reid wasn't allowed anywhere near me or any of the girls. Tyler and the other guys made sure to block him from getting any view of us, seeing as most of the stuff we tried out was short and hot stuff – and we didn't need any of his comments. No one did.

So, halfway through all the trying things, Kate demanded me to put the dress on – which I actually had hoped she'd forgotten all about after getting all those cute (and annoying) compliments from her biker boy – and I sighed heavily before putting the thing on.

Looking in the mirror, the dress didn't really look bad at all. Sure, it was short, and the back was open and revealed a little too much skin. But it was hot. It ended by my collarbones, letting the back do all the revealing, and it looked classy, in a marine blue color that somehow managed my hair to look like it had even more colors in it. Though the thing about revealing all of your back when you had my back… it drew A LOT of attention.

I didn't even notice Kate ripping the curtains open to look at the dress. I didn't notice any of them standing there staring until Sarah mumbled a "Wow" and Lauren "Agreed." Then I turned to them and put a hand at my waist, giving them my best bitchy look.

"What if I'd been naked?"

"Well, you weren't, now turn back to we can ogle that tattoo some more!" That was Tammy, of course, and I sighed heavily before turning around and brushing my hair over my shoulder.

I couldn't blame them. First time I'd seen that tattoo, I'd been impressed too.

Well, maybe not impressed, more like… wowed. Awed. Amazed. There were many words for that feeling.

The tattoo was amazing. It covered all of my back. The motive was a pair of wings, ironically the wings of an angel, and they looked like they had just broken through my skin. The ink may have been forever imprinted in just the same position to my skin, but it still looked like it moved. Like the feathers were slowly moving in a light wind. It was a work of art, and every time I looked at it, it seemed to have yet another little feather that had dropped from the beautiful wings, slowly sailing down my skin. The tattoo seemed to be alive, and I didn't know how it could be that way.

I knew magic existed, I wasn't dumb. If magic hadn't existed, then I wouldn't have been alive. Actually, just a couple of months ago, I wasn't. The tattoo was a birthmark; a reminder, that I wasn't real and that if he died, so would I. Well, I wouldn't die exactly, just fade away and out of existence. It wasn't much harder than that, probably wouldn't hurt. Would just feel like going to sleep.

That's why I'm afraid of falling asleep at night, not because of that one dream. With me and Reid in it. I knew it was him, not only because I said his name a couple of times, but because it felt like him. Like I imagined his kisses would be like. It was strange though, that I still felt this much resent to this guy. I was afraid of him, because I knew that if I gave in to him and his charms, I would be lost. I knew I would seize to exist and that it wouldn't be like sleeping. It would be like dreaming of him, over and over again, for forever. There wouldn't be a stop to it until he'd found himself another girl and made her pregnant or something.

Okay, enough of the heavy stuff, I don't want to give away too much too soon. That would make this lose all its meaning.

~k.k~

The rest of the shoppingtrip wasn't that much of an interesting time. The boys had caught sight of my tattoo and left their guards down long enough for Reid to have a chance to slip between them and take a look for himself.

The look he'd given me was something I didn't appreciate. Not the drool either.

We headed back for school and all went their different ways, but not before Reid managed to sneak out my room number – and my phone number – all by flirting with Tammy, who fell for it – pathetic… - and I ended up rolling my eyes at him when he gave me his signature smile.

I had a one person room, meaning I lived all by myself – though I spent most weekends over at Tammy and Lauren's – and dropping my shopping bags on the floor inside the door, I didn't notice the person on my bed. It wasn't until I put the light on that I saw him.

My first reaction was to ask "how the hell did you get in here?" then I saw who it was.

"Melanie, how was shopping?" the boy asked.

I bit my lower lip and pulled a nervous hand through my hair. He usually made me nervous, since I knew when he was close to me, he could sense everything. And I seriously meant that. It was a little awkward having a guy who could look into your head whenever he wanted to, but that's what you got for being a freak that had only lived a couple of months.

"It was great," I answered bleakly. I hated feeling this way, but around this particular guy, I always felt like a kid. Maybe because he was like my dad or something – he did create me in some mysterious way that I didn't want to know about – and every time we talked it was about Reid and how I was going to get him to fall for me. Kind of having the Talk about a hundred times.

Only this dad gave tips.

"I could sense how you pulled away from him today; you know that's not what you should do."

"I know."

"Reid isn't like Tyler, he isn't the shy boy who wants his girls to act like nuns. You need to get out there and catch his attention. Do something you know he'll notice and respect."

"If I'd do that, I'd get expelled."

A smile tugged on his lips, "Not like that. Maybe you should join the swim team."

"That would only make him think I'm desperate."

Another smile, "Maybe you're right. You probably know best how to draw in a man. After all, that's you purpose of living."

He said it so easily I wanted to rip his head off. There was another smile and his eyes rested on the door a couple of seconds before he disappeared into thin air. My eyes went to the door the second someone knocked on it.

Walking towards it I had just enough time to toss my jacket to the floor and brush a hand or two through my hair. Then I opened the door and my eyebrows sailed to the top of my forehead when I saw Reid.

"What're you doin' here?" I asked with an awkward half-smile on my lips.

Reid didn't say anything, but I saw what was going on in his head the second his face came closer, his eyes closing halfway and his hands stroking the sides of my face.

The kiss was brief, but it was long enough for me to feel the warmth of Reid's lips, the caress of his touch and the softness of his skin. I didn't have much time to touch his face though, before he pulled back and smirked.

"So going to happen," he mumbled, giving me a gentle peck before walking off.

I closed the door behind him, still trying to figure out what all of this meant. Obviously he remembered what I'd said to him the other night, when we'd danced at Nicky's. So that had all been a little something to prove that he could take what he wanted even though it was denied to him? Was he going to keep this up or was he just going to start ignoring me now? Like I was some sort of ho he could just do whatever he wanted with?

Well, Reid Garwin, I'm not going to let that happen. Not while I'm still alive.

You're going to learn which player you're up against and exactly how she can seduce you. After all, this bitch was made for you. And you're gonna get her.

All the while echoing my speech in my head, I brushed my teeth, got into the t-shirt I slept in, and crawled in between my covers.

I didn't have the dream until later that night, instead I got a few hours of good sleep before it was all crashed and my dreamself had an emotional breakdown.

Reid Garwin, this is all your fault.