'Would it be okay if I took your breath away?'

"Want a tattoo?" Tate asks me like he usually does when I come into his shop. I have never told Tate, but my father was covered in tattoos. I loathe them because of this. Being around Tate has abolished the fear of them, but I still hate them.

"What about a piercing?" He pushes.

"Only if It's on my dick," I say with a smile. If that doesn't get him to back down, I don't know what will. I ask him about the girl he took home, the one that looked like Charlotte. Fucking idiot clearly doesn't know how in love he is, he never goes for girls with black hair, now all the sudden his fuck radar skips blondes all together.

I spout off some philosophical shit about the right ones never being easy.

Then he tells me not to fall in love. Coming from the whipped bastard himself! I haven't been in love with a girl ever. Except my mum I guess, but I quickly push her away. Too painful to bring up those thoughts right now. Which brings my mind to Jessica. Ahh yes, the nice tits and plump ass. I remember her loud moans as I slammed into her over and over last night.

Not the kind of girl you could fall in love with. Not right now at least. Give it a couple years and she will figure herself out, then she will attract the kind of love she is so desperate for. Luckily for me, I will be long gone by then, and hopefully I have been through a great number of other Jessica's.

Falling in love is too messy, all the great poets knew it. All the movies, the novels, it's never easy. Sex is though. Sex is as easy as breathing if you pick the right girl. The girl that just sees you as a bit of fun. Someone to fuck before they find the right one, as they call it. The one. What a load of bullshit.

People really think that there is one person out there for them? Amongst the billions of human lives. Fucking morons.

Oh well, maybe they will figure it out after their third divorce.

After finishing up with Tate, I need to head back to Uni for rehearsals, our teacher said that our photos will be taken for the posters and web page. I scored the lead role in The Tempest. Fucking shock! Drama students performing a William Shakespeare play! Don't get me wrong, he was talented, but it's overdone. I want to marvel over poetry, my hands trembling across each word as I read in awe. There is nothing wrong with the classics: Donne, Keats, Dickinson, Bronte. I now find myself looking for new or undiscovered, not something I have heard a thousand times before.

My mind wanders to my small leather book, sitting beside my bed full of poetry, and my own scribbling's beside the powerful words.

Poetry had become my release. Well that, and burying myself into different girls.

I walk across the familiar University grounds that I see nearly every day. My performing arts section is on the other side of campus, about a ten-minute walk. Maybe I should call Jessica after this, she was fun. I don't particularly strive to sleep with the same girl more than once, but occasionally I have regulars.

Fucking hell I sound like a prostitute.

As I enter our stage room, most of my classmates are already here. The light and sound guys in their area playing around with different settings. Luke, my biggest competitor is going over his lines. Fucking try hard. The best acting always comes from improvisation. Unfortunately, he will never figure that out, which is why I will make it and he won't.

My eyes move to Chantelle, she is incredibly hot with her blonde hair and brown eyes. Her long hair is swept up into a loose ponytail, showing off her high cheekbones. She has tried on numerous occasions to fuck me, but I have a rule against fucking classmates. Although, my willpower is wearing thin, especially when she begged to suck me off in the costume room, her crazy eyes daring me to mess around with her.

I couldn't even concentrate on my acting after that, which is exactly why I can't give into her.

My eyes move to the girl she is talking to, I haven't seen her before, the back of her hair is long and black, and even though she is wearing a loose top with her skinny black jeans, I can tell how hot her body is. Maybe a new student?

Before I know it, I'm making my way over to them, not a good idea with Chantelle present. I usually try my best to avoid her suggestive eyes and overly touchy hands.

"Tyson!" She practically squeals as I get close, causing the mystery dark hair to turn around.

I suck in a breath. It's the girl Tate took home last night. Although seeing her up this close is a whole new level. Have I ever even seen someone so fucking hot? Jesus, I'm not even sure if that's the right word for her. Beautiful? Fucking hell that was a pussy ass thought. But her eyes. These light green, sort of yellow eyes that stare at me expectantly. Then my gaze moves down to her lips. These full, light pink lips. The kind of lips girls pay a shit ton of money for but can never look the way hers do. I take it back, she's fucking hot.

I cough. "Hi Chantelle, hello..." I extend my hand to the sexy fucking girl with beautiful eyes and hot lips.

"Bella," she smiles and takes my hand.

"Bella," I repeat like an idiot. She smiles shyly and moves her grasp from mine. For once in my life I have no words. Smooth Tyson.

Usually I can talk just about any girl into sleeping with me but with Bella, it's like my dick has hijacked my brain. Chantelle's eyes move back and forth between us, but I can't bring myself to look at her.

"Are you new?" Fucking fantastic, my vocal cords work after all.

"She's our photographer," Chantelle speaks for her. My stare drops to her hands and I see the camera resting in them, my eyes never made it to the rest of her body, they were still stuck on her fucking eyes and lips.

"Want to run some lines?" Chantelle asks.

"Sure," I say in a trance. She grabs my hand and leads me away from Bella. Wait, why the fuck did I agree to that? Oh I see, the further I get from Bella, the less control my dick has over me.

I have a bad feeling about this.