Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

To her disappointment he didn't really seem all too worried about the professor. If she were on his end, she would have been terrified. Then again, she would never be someone who would push her own work onto someone else. Seriously, what kind of person had that mindset? Certainly not someone she would get along with. Especially considering those she dealt with in high school with the same mindset. She honestly had no more reason to be here. She would go straight to school tomorrow and explain to the professor that they just hadn't clicked and that there was nothing more to it. Sure, he would probably extremely disappointed, or baffled by the fact she called if off so quickly, but what was she to do? Clearly, he was not willing to do the work, and obviously they already got off to a bad start. It would be hard to tutor someone she butt heads with. Not to mention that she understood he did have power. She was sure what he could do with it in terms of effecting her. After all she didn't have a social life, honestly she was mostly under the radar. If he spread the word about her, she probably could go on without anyone noticing. She didn't stick out that much after all. Not wanting to interrupt him as he tattled on her, she began to turn without a word toward the door. It only took a few steps before his tone of voice stopped her. She nearly froze listening to his words. He was beating around the bush, but he wasn't lying. Or rather, he hadn't been lying. He actually had thought...she was pretty. Her fingers slowly curled around her book, her heart speeding up despite how she wished she wouldn't. It wasn't exactly how she would picture getting a compliment, but it was the first time a guy had really ever said anything. It was at his sincere tone of voice she began to feel a bit of her frustrations fade, but only a little. His comment about the library had brought a chime like laugh from her lips. She moved her hand quickly to hide both the sound and her small smile. Her back still to him. When she was sure the warmth in her face had died down, she slowly turned to look at him. Instead of meeting his gaze, she found him looking off toward the window. It had sounded like his voice was far away, perhaps he was distracted. Turning her own gaze toward the window, she couldn't help but admire the emerging city lights. The cold weather meant it got darker quicker in the city. Who knew the lights from so high up could make such a large city look so welcoming. Well, the moment some guy 'takes me to some bookstore.' she began quietly and shrugged. I suppose I will have to thank you for the advice. The sound of her voice was barely audible, unsure if she should say thank you for the compliment or not. She wasn't used to it. And after hissing and barking at him she wasn't too sure how to talk to him. In fact, what was she still doing there? While stuck in her thoughts, Mike had managed to just up and pour himself a glass of wine. It was an odd turn of events as they suddenly became somewhat civil toward each other. Juliette couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and smirk at his description of her. 'Not the kind of girl I thought you were.' She took pride in being able to break the typical sterotype of girls he dealt with. Especially if he assumed she would melt like putty in his hands, even if she was a fan. Her smirk disappeared when he started on about comparing scenarios to his dislike of literature to her apparent shyness. She wouldn't lie the idea of 'strutting around' was a bit intimidating, but it would definitely be fun. Actually, even if it wasn't my thing. Which you are right, it probably isn't, She admitted before continuing on with her point. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't be willing to try it. Hopefully he could see what she was getting at. No matter how 'shitty' the work he was getting was, no one died from reading one chapter of a book. ...Motivation. She added an adjective out of reflex, quickly closing her mouth and trying not to become embarrassed. You need some kind of motivation, huh? She thought about it. For someone who had it all, except for grades obviously, what could motivate him? While she pondered that, he struck up a deal. Her eyebrows knitted together carefully. He really just didn't want to do the work. First her, now his manager? She felt more awful thinking of his manager having to do it. But it would be against her job as a tutor to do the work herself, no matter how guilty she would feel about it. But his challenge to her make him want to read. Now that. That was a challenge she would be more than willing to take. Cocking her head to the side, her eyes glanced at the ceiling, as if she were searching her head for an answer. ...Alright. Fine. Her legs moved over to him, sticking out her hand as she had when she first met him, but this time without faltering over words or being shy. If I can't get you to read at least one book. For the class or for fun, then you can find a new tutor, and I won't say a word. She glanced at the clock on his stove. Oh gosh. 445. Wow, um. The flustered tone of her voice came back as she pressed her books harder to her chest out of nervousness. Yeah, I need to go, or at least call them, oh gosh they are going to kill me. Talking to herself was something she did from time to time. Especially when reading. If she showed up late to this dinner, they were going to ask questions. Of course she could tell them she was tutoring, but then they would go further into it. Who is this person? What age? What subject are they having trouble in? Were they getting their work done? It would never end. What was she going to do? She could call a cab. I guess I'll have to call them, and then a cab. She sighed heavily, running her fingers through her hair as she moved her bangs away from her forehead, it was a habit of her's to fidget. She was just quirky in general. I'm sorry...I'll be our of your hair soon. Actually, I'll just leave and call them from the hall. She maneuvered her books under her arm before fishing out her phone. Oh no. It was dead. Her mouth became a thin line. She didn't want to ask to use his phone. This was embarrassing and just her luck. Instead of asking, she just stayed silent, letting the panic rise in her. Her grandparents were going to be so mad. Asian grandparents. They were tyrants.