Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Morning came too quickly, as it always seemed to do. Juliette had a habit for staying up late either reading, or well...other things. It was reading last night however. Although, she probably could have used it after the stress of meeting Mr. Ego Mc'Model. Rising from her slumber, she stretched, raising her arm toward the ceiling, the other stretching behind toward her opposite shoulder. It felt like she was just drained of energy. Her eyes instinctively looked toward the digital clock on her end table. 648. That meant class started in about 2 and a half hours. It usually didn't take her long to get to class in general, but she was always completely paranoid that the subway would be late or something good students worry about. Tardiness was a big N-O. Moving from the warmth of her fuzzy Disney themed blanket, her bare legs were hit with the chill of the air. Almost immediately she grabbed at her robe that hang on the post at the end of her bed. It was a norm for her to sleep without pants. Panties, yes. But no pants. It had been like that for a long time. It had always made her feel too hot and almost constricted, especially if she had blankets. Maybe it was a habit from taking them off at night to let off some steam. It was habitual now. With a loose knot, she tied her robe closed and moved toward the bathroom. Despite being just a pair older immigrants, her grandparents were quite wealthy. They were a wealthy family in the Philippines and even brought some of their fortune over. At the time, currency exchange wasn't really possible, but after many years, their currency could be exchanged. It wasn't as much as truly had back in their homeland due to obvious conversion reasons, and the economy becoming just awful. However, it was enough to get there dream off the ground. A Filipino restaurant. Their cooking had been largely appreciated back in the Philippines, but it was even more so now. There wasn't a Filipino eatery for miles in the city. Not only did Filipinos flock there, but foodies with a taste for foreign food as well. Their restaurant was even featured in a 'Food Network' program once. The restaurant flooded even more after that, and it was needless to say that her grandparents made a good amount of money. Enough to have a really nice apartment in fact and send her to school. Juliette was very fortunate to have them when her mother could probably care less about her. Quickly, she stripped herself of her long, loose fitting tee-shirt and hopped into the shower. It was a daily routine of hers to do thinking in the shower. Mostly about her schedule for the day. Tuesday, that meant Acapella practice. Speaking of which, she had gotten the solo for one of their numbers last week. Actually, it was the main solo. Their group did songs that mostly featured one or two singers each, and the rest would be backup. There were auditions, but the solos usually were well rounded between all the group members, everyone at some point would get one. Only recently had she decided to try out for the bigger one. And to her surprised, it was her audition the director liked best. Juliette found it odd that someone quiet and usually to herself could truly enjoy singing solos for an audience. Despite how competitive solos were in the group, it helped that there were members that really did support her and congratulate her, even if they didn't really talk to her all that much to begin with. She had solos in songs here and there, mostly in middle school, but this would be her first entire song solo. The thought made her want to sit down on the shower floor and curl into a ball. Perhaps the fiery confidence that appeared out of her yesterday would make a comeback. Or maybe that only happened when she was angry. All she knew was that they were going to do a run through of their set today. The rest of her morning, like usual, went in a routine. Clothes first, she rarely wore frumpy clothes to class unless she was sick. Even then, she refused to wear sweatpants at school, she felt like it may seem disrespectful, or make her seem lazy. Today it was a pair of tight fitting black jeans, a nude colored camisole and over that a dark violet cardigan. Since it was cold, she put on a pair of dark brown lace-ups. All her shoes lacked any real heel, too high of heels were deemed 'trashy' by her grandmother. Juliette didn't mind it too much since she was a klutz enough as it was. After that was makeup, as usual mascara, a incredibly subtle pink blush, and wing-ed eyeliner. Her eye makeup could never be intricate since she wore glasses. After drying her hair ,she pulled it back into a high, tight pony tail, allowing a few ringlettes of curls to drop toward her ears. Armed with nothing but a granola bar, she set off to the subway. She never woke up her grandparents since they deserved to sleep in. Mondays they closed early so they could sleep in, since weekends were the busiest. Getting extra sleep would never hurt them. --- The school clocks all over campus read 750. Class started at 820. Once she figured that out, she made a beeline towards Starbucks. As constantly tired as she was, she didn't get Starbucks all that often, usually she drank tea. Today just felt like a Starbucks day. Maybe it would be a treat for somehow getting through her first tutoring meeting with no bumps. Okay, that was a lie, but she still got through it. The line wasn't too bad since most people didn't choose morning classes. Her's didn't take too long either since it was a frappe. She never liked drinking hot coffee. The next beeline she took was to the classroom. Of all students, she was always the earliest, and it was always her first priority to ask the professor if he needed anything to be done. Like usual, he needed to get rubrics and note sheets copied. With a enthusiastic nod, she took the papers and quickly made her way to the staff copy room. While she stood there, counting the familiar beeps of the copy machine, teachers she saw daily greeted her. In return she gave a polite smile and a 'have a good day' as they walked out. With a rather giant stack of papers in both hands, she took of toward the lecture hall. Turning down the hallway, she spotted a rather large crowd blocking a different corridor. With a raised eyebrow, her curiosity got the best of her and she quietly got closer. Oh what a surprise. There was pretty boy with a bunch of fawning girls. Probably freshman. From what it seemed like, he was milking it for all it was worth. Did he ever get annoyed by girls just stopping him? Probably not since he probably never wanted to step foot in the lecture hall anyway. He must just love that attention. Before she knew it, he had finally seemed to break through the wall of fangirls. Shaking her head, she continued back to the lecture hall, pushing through annoying people who stood right in the middle of the stairs while saying quiet 'excuse me's' and keeping her head down. When she reached the teacher, she silently placed the large stack down as carefully as possible. There had been times she tripped or dropped them on the desk and they fell, just awfully embarrassing things that didn't help her reputation of being a klutz book room at all. Finally she was able to sit down in peace. Sipping her coffee quietly, she opened her notes and recorded everything she underlined in the book. Her brain naturally drowned people out, especially people like Douglas McCains. Her ears were so used to the sound of idle talk between girl friends and uneducated frat boys that the sudden silence was what drew her eyes from the book. Looking up, she noticed Douglas standing over her uncomfortably close. First, her eyes glanced left and then right. Everyone was looking at her, staring her down. Why? Was she in the way? This was her seat, it had always been the seat. Front row near the middle so she could take notes and hear easily. Why would someone like Douglas want her seat? Juliette began to feel incredibly vulnerable. These were looks she hadn't gotten before. Looks of awe, surprise, even those that looked like contempt. Uh..yes? she asked sheepishly, pushing her glasses up to see Douglas better. I have been specifically asked to invite you to the party by Mr. Romanov over there. He insists that you go. He said with a shrug, as if he didn't understand why. Juliette didn't understand why either. Her dark eyes slowly widened and she felt a fire that rose to her cheeks. What was he trying to pull? In a flash, her head whirled to look at him. Her eyes knitting together in a glare. There he was, sitting all smug just like yesterday. Was this another challenge? Was he making fun of her? Trying to make her reject him in public and make people think of her as even more of a prude? Although her entire body threatened to shake due to anxiety, she returned his smirk. That sudden confidence coursing through her like adrenaline. Slowly, almost involuntarily, her head began to nod. ...I would love to. Thank you Douglas. She said almost too nicely. Her voice icy but her smile warm. As soon as she was handed the invitation, her stomach began to drop. Oh gosh. What had she been thinking? How would she ever pull something like this off. There was a yearning to go to a party, just to see what it was like. It would be awful since she didn't drink or do drugs, or sex unfortunately. But...she just wanted to see what it was like. There was no way she could possibly sneak this by her grandparents. For the first time, she felt completely distracted during class. Not that she needed to pay attention, she had read ahead anyway. The homework wouldn't be an issue either. After class, she asked the teacher if he could tell Mike to meet her outside of the corridor. It took a good few minutes, but he finally showed up without his girly entourage. What...What even was that? Are you making fun of me? She asked with a cross of her arm, her voice a rather heated whisper. After thinking about what to say, she admitted to herself she couldn't hide it. Listen. Even if you actually really wanted me to go to that party. I couldn't. I can't do anything. Her voice got quiet, embarrassed by how much of a baby she was treated like. A-And besides. I'm not a party-er. And you knew that with one look at. So..don't make try to make a fool of me in front of the entire class. Despite trying to hide it, she was disappointed. She would have loved to live a little. You'll have to find another date. Fingers curling, she let out a sigh and turned to walk away. It wasn't fair. I'll sneak out. The words fell from her mouth before she could even truly register it. I'll be there. Although completely unsure, her smile and eyes were filled with determination. She had all the talk, now, she needed a plan. We can skip to the night of the party if you want. I'll explain the plan in the next post. Sorry if it's everywhere at once haha.