Welcome to another Short Story Sunday! I found this prompt here. I actually thought it was pretty funny and inspiring. I tend to be the girl around that doesn’t smile a whole bunch when I’m not with friends or family. And while I’m not totally covered in tattoos, I’ve still got enough to where people will either avoid me or approach me to tell me how cool they are. (I should do a blog post about my various tattoos. They’ve all got some pretty cool stories behind them!)
Anyway, as usual, if you use this prompt please link the tumblr it came from so the proper person gets credit! Link me in it as well so that I can read it, too.
And now, without further delay, here’s my short story for the day!
Ross sits in his last class of the day- calculus. He’s never liked math, but if he wants to get a good paying job at some point he has to just deal with it. For now. Usually in classes like these he gets bored out of his mind. He’ll just sit all the way in the back and watch the clock.
But this class is a different story. All because of Sabrina.
Sabrina is covered in tattoos from the neck down, as far as Ross can see anyway. She’s even got a little one on her temple that he’s yet to decipher. On top of all the tattoos, she’s got piercings. A hoop on her nose, two near the corners of her mouth, and even more on her ears.
She’s generally a mean looking girl with dark, piercing eyes and constantly pursed lips. It’s like she’s always thinking about the best way to bash someone’s head in with her backpack. Usually she’ll sit next to him or just a few rows down, but she was late today. That mean’s the only free seat was the one right in front of Ross.
With how broody she constantly looked, Ross always justed assumed she was really focused on her classwork. Or evil plots. But what he sees today completely blows him away.
She’s got her lap top open with funny cat videos pulled up. The last thing he thought he’d see on her computer. He wonders how she’s able to watch those adorably funny videos without even cracking a smile.
When she tilts her head down to look at her notebook he peers over her shoulder. His mouth drops open when he sees her doodling in the margins of he notebook. With the way she looks, he thought her doodling would be of… Well, grim things to say the least. But in reality she’s doodling little kittens and balls of yarn.
The bell startles Ross and he quickly sits back in his seat. Sabrina looks back at him, cocking an eyebrow at him. He smiles awkwardly at her and hurriedly puts his things into his backpack. He wants to talk to her, but he honestly just has no idea how to start a conversation with this puzzling girl.
“Erm. Those are some really cute kittens you drew.” He blurts, his ears growing hot with embarrassment.
“Thanks.” She mutters, blushing a little bit as well as she rises from her seat.
“Well, uh,” He scrambles out of his seat and follows her, “You’re not what I expected you to be like.”
Sabrina looks at him, a hint of a smirk on her pierced lips. Oh God, why do I keep putting my damn foot in my mouth? Ross thinks, mentlly facepalming himself. He wants to shut up, but it’d be even weird if he did.
“I mean, it’s just… Well you-” He sighs, shaking his head, “I’m sorry.”
“Eh, don’t worry about it. I get that a lot, you know.” Sabrina chuckles, giving Ross a warm smile he never thought she’d be capable of.
“Right, I bet you do.” He nods and breathes a sigh of relief, “Why do you… Well, why do you have all those tattoos? They’re sort of intimidating.”
“I don’t see why people are always telling me that. It’s just art. It’s not like I’ve got tattoos of satanic symbols or anything. I mean, seriously.” Sabrina rolls her eyes.
“I guess you’re right. I just haven’t been around people with so many tattoos. Plus you don’t really smile much.”
“So that makes me a mean person? Tattoos and not smiling?” Sabrina asks.
“Well, not mean. I guess more unapproachable, you know?” Ross replies, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“Have you ever thought that I just don’t want to be approached then?” She snaps, cocking her head to one side.
“Geez, sorry. I’ve got a bad habit of putting my foot in my mouth.” Ross sighs.
“Whatever. Don’t worry about it.” Sabrina huffs, “It’s just a touchy subject for me. I mean, my mom sent me to the doctor in middle school because she thought something was wrong with me. You should’ve seen her face when the doctor told her I just have a serious case of resting bitch face.” She laughs.
“Wow, that’s… Wow.” Ross laughs, at a loss for words at that one.
“Yeah, and things got even more hilarious after that.” Sabrina grins.
“And how is that?” Ross asks, starting to feel a little more comfortable with talking to Sabrina now that they’ve gotten past his faux pas.
“Well, there was the piercings in my first couple years of high school. Then, when I was seventeen I got my first tattoo gun. I did a few wicked pieces on myself back then.”
“Which ones are those?” He asks.
Sabrina shows him her various tattoos, some she did herself and others she got from someone else. They continue to laugh and talk, sitting in the quad for hours on end. By the end of it all, Ross has made a new friend and learned many lessons. The biggest one being that judging someone by their outter appearance is one of the dumbest things you could do.