A Heart for Rebel (3 page)

"Oh you attend
the community college around the corner?" I asked.

"Yeah,"
she quietly said. Thank you God!

“What are you
majoring in?” I asked.

“I’m undecided. I
know I want to major in arts. I’m just not sure which avenue in art to take,”
she replied.

“I’m sure when you
least expect it you will know which path to take,” I said.

“Thanks, I think,”
she said.

"Well, if you
ever decide to make it a tat, I'm your man," I said.

"Convince me
to get the tat," she said with a wink. Fuck, this girl is driving me crazy
hard. Those eyes, that smile, and those cute sexy winks she keeps throwing my
way. I sat down next to her and watched her work on her drawing. She would
glance at me from the corner of her eyes and smile. I knew she was feeling the
same thing I was. Attraction.

“I can turn that
into a live work of art on any part of your body.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep,” I said
popping the p.

“You’ve convinced
me. I want you to give me a tat. I want a Wyatt original and one that will
never be replicated.”

“Alright, I can do
that, but first tell me the first three words that come to mind.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because it will
give me a feel for what to create for you.” I look down at her sketch pad. I
point to it and say, “If you switch the angle here, it would look more natural
and smooth.”

She eyed me
curiously but did as I suggested. She looked at her drawing quietly for a
minute before glancing my way.

“Wow, you’re good. It
does seem to look more natural and smooth. Thanks for the tip,” she said.

“I’m waiting on
your three words.”

She looks up at me
and says, “Trapped, lost, and rebirth.” Those three words say a lot about her. She
feels caged in, she feels lost, but she wants to live. The last word is always
the most important one. I think I can work with those words to create a tattoo
that describes who she is and what she wants in the grand scheme of things.

“Okay I can work
with that. Let me show you to my work space. You can wait in there while I
create your original never to be duplicated tattoo.” She stands from her seat
and follows me to my station. She sits on the dentist style chair and whispers,
“Thank you.”

I look at her and
smile, but before I leave her to create her tattoo I stop and ask. “Why those
three words?”

She looks at me,
closes her eyes, and lets out a deep breath. She opens her eyes looks at me and
says, “Have you ever felt trapped by life with no way to break loose? Or afraid
to take a risk and reinvent yourself? Be someone different…someone better?”

“Maybe at one time
in my life I did.”

“What changed
that?”

“I realized that
life is not a bowl of cherries. Life is what we make of it. What screws us up
the most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be. Life
is hard…period. Your life does not get better by chance it gets better by
change. Nothing holds you back more than insecurities. I learned it’s not
always about trying to fix something that’s broken. It’s about starting over
and creating something better. Only you can change the direction on the path of
life, just walk through a different door.”

“Life is that easy
for you?” she asked.

“No, my life is far
from easy. I just don’t let the bad days suck me dry and hold me down. I always
look for a new open door and walk right in. I choose to leave the past where it
belongs…in the past. Every day is a new beginning for me.”

She looked at me
and said “Hmm…

I left her and
headed to my desk to sketch her tattoo. I liked her feather idea with the birds
and drew it around the infinity symbol. It was simple, but I believed it
represented her. I walked back to my booth and asked, “Where do you want the
tattoo?”

“I want it on my
hip.”

“Okay, you need to
bring your pants and underwear down past your hip. Let me get you a gown to
cover your lower half, but leave the hip exposed. Lie down on the side.” She
laid down on her right side and exposed her left hip for me to ink on.

“This might hurt a
bit, so if you need a break just let me know.”

“Will the tattoo
take long?” she asked.

“No, not really. At
most about an hour.” I wiped the area with a cotton swap drenched in alcohol
and used a razor. Not that she needs shaving there. Her skin was smooth, but I
wanted to make sure there weren’t any tiny hairs there. I pull on a pair of
black latex gloves and wet her skin with damp washcloth and soap. I press and
transfer the sketch to her skin. I grab a brand new pouch and remove the
needles and tubes from it. “Okay I am about to start. The outline hurts the
most. If you need a break just let me know.”

She closes her eyes
and nods. I turn on my gun and press it on her hip etching the outline of the
tattoo on her lovely smooth hip. The buzzing of the machine is the only sound
that can be heard. She has an eyes closed and breathes deeply. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it feels
like I’m being drilled with thousands of needles.”

“Well. Basically
you are being drilled with needles,” I chuckle.

She opens her eyes
and looks down at me and said, “So, you’ve had a hard life?”

“What makes you
think that?”

“I…ah…from your
explanation about how you deal with life.” I looked up at her and she was
blushing. God, she’s fucking adorable.

“Right, it was, now
life is what I make it out to be. No expectation equals no disappointments.” I
look back down and keep my focus on the needle, making sure my work is perfect.

“I wish I could
think the way you do. My life is not simple. It’s complicated.”

“You’re man giving
you a hard time?”

“Is that your way
of asking if I have a boyfriend?” she giggles.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well, there is no
boyfriend.”

“Okay, if it’s not
man troubles what’s keeping you from feeling free?”

“Family
obligations.” I remove the needle from her hip.

“You’re done.” She
looks at me. “Really? It’s finished?”

“Yeah. You can
breathe normal now.”

“It didn’t hurt as
much as I thought it would.”

“Good. Want to see
your ink?”

“Yes, please.” She
sits up and looks at it. Her eyes widened and she whispers, “Wow, it’s
gorgeous.”

“Thanks, I’m glad
you like it. Stay there a minute and don’t pull your pants back up.” I head to
the sink and run some hot water over a towel. I return to her and wipe her hip
gently to clean her up. I apply Vaseline to her hip and try to keep my hard on
at bay, but being this close to her is fucking with my libido. I want to spread
her open and fuck her into next year. I cover the tattoo with a gauze and tell
her how to keep it clean for the next few days. I was about to ask for her
number when her friend suddenly yelled, "Reby, come look at my new tat and
piercing. I love it."

Rebel got up and
walked towards her friend. My eyes were glued to her sinfully luscious derrière.”
I like it, Marissa," Rebel said.

“Did you get a
tattoo?”

“Yeah, wanna see
it?”

“Hell yeah, I want
to see it.” Rebel pulls her pants down slightly on the left hand side and peels
back the gauze revealing her new ink.

“Oh my god, Rebel
that’s a hot tattoo.” Rebel looks at me and winks.

“I know. It’s a
Wyatt original never to be replicated.”

"You're still
crashing with me, right?" Marissa asked.

"I have to go
home first. I forgot to pack a bag. Yes, I'm crashing with you," Rebel
said. I could live off her voice, and her rocking hard body. She’s the total
package.

"Don't worry
about clothes. You can borrow some of mine," Marissa told her.

"Um...Marissa
I appreciate that, but I am not wearing any of your underwear," Rebel
said.

"Duh, Reby, as
if. I wasn't sharing my undies with you. I thought we could stop at Target so
you can purchase some," Marissa said while handing her cash to Ty. They
both waved goodbye to Ty and left. Rebel winked at me before walking out the
door. She was without a doubt the most beautiful and enchanting women I’ve ever
seen. She caused my brain to malfunction and my body hardened for her. She was
sweeter than nectar, lush and soft in all the right places. I needed to know
her. I wanted her in my life.

“Yo, bro, those had
to have been the two hottest girls that ever came in here,” Ty said.

“I don’t know about
her friend, but Rebel is fucking phenomenal,” I said.

Ty laughed, “Dude,
you totally want to hit that.”

“Fuck yeah, I want
to hit that. The only problem is I didn’t get her number,” I said.

“No worries dude,
Marissa was a chatty Kathy. I know tonight they are going to the movies. They
are going to the Regal by Battery Park. Tomorrow they are hitting Lounge 21,”
he said.

“I guess were going
to the movies tonight Ty,” I said.

“Damn, you got it
bad and you haven’t even met the girl,” he said.

“That may be true,
but I plan to change that. You of all people know me Ty. I go after what I want
and what I want at this moment is Rebel,” I said.

T
HE MINUTE WE walked out of the tattoo place Marissa
hit me with twenty questions.

“Who was the guy
that was sitting so cozy like next to you?” she asked.

“His name is,
Wyatt. I think he was the sorta cute guy I saw on the train earlier today.”

“Well, he’s more
than sorta cute. The boy is F.I.N.E. Fine, hot and incredibly sexy,” she said.

“I know. I was
having a hard time concentrating on my art project and you are absolutely correct.
He is fucking hot. I’d hit that,” I said. We both giggled as we continued to
walk down the street. We were on our way to catch a movie. I was looking
forward to seeing it, since it got great reviews. We headed to Target first,
where I bought some undies and other items I would need for my sleepover. We
made it to the movies with twenty minutes to spare. We made our way to the
concession stand and bought popcorn, soft drinks and chocolates. We made our
way to theater number four and found seats. We sat down and I was giddy with
happiness because I really wanted to see this movie. I had a major crush on the
lead actor. Marissa and I were quietly talking when she nudged me with her
elbow and nodded her head to the right. I looked over and there were the
hotties from the tattoo shop. I felt my face flush with heat and I hoped they
didn’t noticed. There is something about Wyatt that has me intrigued and for
some inexplicable reason I feel drawn to him. Our eyes meet and he winked. I
squeezed my legs together because I felt a tingle between my legs when he
winked at me. Wyatt and Ty walked up the stairs and sat in the aisle behind us.
Marissa couldn’t stop laughing, so I elbowed her and hissed in her ear, “Could
you please stop laughing like a banshee?”

“I’m sorry, but you
should see your face. It’s all flushed and red. I think it’s cute. You have
your first crush,” she giggled.

“Bitch,” I muttered
between my teeth and that only made her laugh louder. Wyatt leaned over and put
his face between and us and said, “Is everything alright, ladies?” His sudden
appearance freaked me out and my eyes grew round with surprise. Marissa
couldn’t stop laughing. I was so flustered I didn’t know what to say. I took a
moment to compose myself before I looked at him and whispered, “Yes, we’re fine.
Please go sit down before you get us all kicked out.” He looked at me and
murmured, “Fucking adorable.” He sat back down and I let out the air I was
holding in. I looked over at Marissa and she mouthed, “He wants in your pants.”

“Fuck off,” I
mouthed back. I wanted to see this movie so badly, but I couldn’t get into it
with him sitting directly behind me. I was all hot and bothered. At one point I
could have sworn I felt someone brush my hair. I turned around to give him the
stink eye, but he had his hands in the tub of popcorn engrossed in the movie. I
turned around thinking it was my active imagination fucking with my head.
Marissa looked at me and questioned me with her eyes. I just shrugged my
shoulder and tried to get into the movie. I shot forward when there was a nude
shot of the actor I was crushing on. I was so into that scene it didn’t
register that I was being pelted with buttered popcorn. I turned around to give
him a piece of my mind, but he was asleep. Who the hell goes to the movies and
falls asleep? I looked over at Ty, but he was busy texting on his phone. I
wanted to yell at him to put his phone away, because it was rude and
inconsiderate to those of us who actually wanted to see this highly anticipated
movie. I was just about to open my big mouth when he looked up and smiled at
me. He put his phone away and with his finger he motioned me to turn around. I
glared at him and stuck my tongue out at him. It was childish, but I don’t
care. When I turned around the nude scene was over. I was upset because I
missed that scene because of them.

I might not have
proof it was them, but I just knew it was. I was finding it very difficult to
concentrate on the movie because my mind was on the hot guy sitting behind me. I
got restless and got up to use the bathroom. I whispered in Marissa’s ear that
I would be right back and made my way down the stairs and into the lobby. I
head straight into the bathroom and walk to the sink and stare at myself in the
mirror. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s just a guy and I don’t even know
him. I splash water on my face and dry it off with a napkin before I head out
the door. I was looking down towards my feet as I was walking back towards the
theater when I collided with a wall or rather someone. I looked up and there he
was, Wyatt looking all sorts of hot and sexy. I licked my lips and his gaze
drops towards them before they find my eyes again. He smiles at me and it takes
my breath away. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling at that moment, but I
knew it was a good feeling. He inched closer to me and whispered, “You smell
incredible.”

I backed away and
looked him straight in the eye and without thinking I blurted out breathlessly,
“You’re hot!”

He chuckled and
caressed my lip with his finger. I was anxiously anticipating a kiss. My mouth
watered and I held my breath quietly waiting for the moment when his lips will
touch my lips for the first time, but it never happened. He stepped away and
headed towards the men’s bathroom. I was confused at the moment. I was positive
he was going to kiss me and then nothing…nada…zilch. What the hell just
happened here? Is he trying to play hard to get? Here I was wanting him to kiss
me and then annoyed that he didn’t. I needed to get out of here before I did
something stupid. I went to get Marissa so that we can get the hell out of
there before I made a complete and utter fool of myself over a guy I knew
nothing about. When I made it back to Marissa, she was awfully cozy with Ty. He
was sitting in my seat whispering in her ear and she was blushing. They both
looked at me when I made my way towards the seat. Marissa took one look at me
and grabbed our purses and my bag from Target. She said good bye to Ty and
grabbed my elbow and lead me out of the theater.

“What happened,
Rebel? You look distraught.”

“I’ll tell you when
we get back to your place, okay?”

“Sure, let’s go.” We
headed back to Marissa’s apartment and the minute she closed the door to her
place she hit me with questions.

“What happened?”

“I ran into Wyatt coming
out of the restroom.”

“I figured that,
now spill the whole story.”

I told her
everything that happened, including the almost kiss. She stared at me for a
moment and then she said, “Oh shit, you like this guy.”

“I don’t even know
him. How can I like him?”

“Reby, you’re
attracted to him. I’m sorry to say this my friend, but attraction is the
equivalent of liking someone.”

“Dammit, I was
afraid of that. I can’t get involved with him.”

“Umm…why not?”

“Mari, you know I
don’t do relationships. You know I don’t like complications and Wyatt would be
a huge complication.”

“Why, do you always
do that? Not every relationship becomes a complication if two people are
willing to work for it.”

“What if I don’t
want to work for it? I’m okay with the way my life is right now,
uncomplicated.”

“A life that is
okay is not the way to live. Rebel, you deserve to be with someone who will
make you happy. Someone who won’t complicate your life, but enrich it for the
better. I truly believe things happen for a reason and meeting Wyatt, is your
reason to live a little.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down Mari. We only just met and hardly know each other and you already
have us in a relationship.”

“Of course you’re
not in a relationship with him. You’re in a flirtationship with him,” she said.

“A what?”

“A flirtationship,
duh.”

“What does that
mean and where do you come up with these words?

“A flirtationship
means exactly how it sounds. You’re both flirting with each other and
eventually it would lead to a relationship. I learned the word and meaning
through google.”

“Mari, we’d
probably never see each other again and if we did I don’t know if I can risk my
heart getting involved.”

“Rebel, when are
you going to realize you are not your mother? The more anger towards your past
and what your mother put you through the less capable you are of the loving the
present. You’re this amazing girl. You’re my best friend and I want you to be
happy. I want you to live. I want you to make mistakes and I want you to fall
in love and have someone love you back.”

“You don’t
understand. He looks like sex. The hot dirty kind that will keep you going back
for more, but when all is said and done I will be left with a piece of me
missing if it doesn’t work out.”

“I understand
Rebel, but let me voice one last argument before I drop the subject. Allow
yourself to hope, to believe and to love. Don’t allow your past to stop you
from finding happiness or love.” After Marissa had her final say she went to
her room and came back out in her pajamas and motioned for me to change while
she searched for a movie to watch on Netflix. We stayed up late watching chick
flicks and gorging on massive amounts of junk food. We consumed so much sweets
it’s wonder we were able to fall asleep from all the sugar that normally
would’ve given us energy.

The next morning
the smell of coffee percolating got me out of bed. I got up and went to the
bathroom to brush my teeth before making my way to the kitchen. Marissa turned
around from pouring coffee in a mug and said, “Good morning, sunshine. Would
you like some pancakes for breakfast?”

“God, no I don’t
want pancakes. I make that for Bailey every morning and I am so over them. Good
morning by the way.”

“Would you like
some coffee at least?”

“Absolutely.” She
poured me a cup, I added a little milk and sugar. I was beginning to feel human
after the second cup.

“So, I was thinking
we could hit the mall to get us some outfits for tonight. What do ya say?”
Marissa asked.

“Sound’s good. Let
me go shower and change so we can go,” I replied. After we took turns showering
and getting dressed we hit the mall. I wasn’t looking to spend hard earned
money, but if I didn’t Marissa would and I don’t like when she does that.
Marissa purchased a little black dress that looked phenomenal with her olive
complexion. I ended up purchasing a white halter top and black slacks that made
my ass look good. We headed to the food court after our shopping spree and ate
a lite lunch. Marissa insisted we get a manicure and pedicure. I tried to
decline because I was short on funds, but she insisted that she had me covered.
We headed back to her place after the nail salon and she gave me a facial. She
wanted us to look good because tonight we were heading to
Loft Twenty-One
for some ass shaking therapy.
Loft Twenty-One
is the hottest new club
college students went to in throes. I would have preferred hanging at her
apartment eating junk food and drawing, but Marissa is the queen of party and
having a good time. Her boyfriend, Joey is supposed to meet us there.