Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

It seemed like he was getting it, bringing Juliette a sense of pride. He hadn't spoke up otherwise. Maybe that meant she could leave early? An assignment like this could literally take someone 30 minutes if not less. Even if reading wasn't his subject. Grabbing her phone from her pocket she looked at the time. 303. Alright, her grandparents wanted her at 430. If she took a taxi back it wouldn't take her too long to get to the campus... Another spark interrupted her train of thought. Nearly dropping her phone out of surprise her head whipped up to meet Mike's somewhat intense gaze. In a split second she looked away, not wanting to stare at him despite the physical need to want to. Not only had their thighs touched his fingers brushed at her hand as he played with the page of his book. Almost teasingly. It was only when he heard his breathy tone of voice did her suspicion begin to act up. A book-worm like her, huh? It was one thing for her to call herself that, but the fact he was going right out there saying it was pretty bold. Not that other tutorees hadn't called her that in the past behind her back. She assumed they were giving negative connotation to it. Just because she liked being a bookworm, didn't mean she wanted to be in the eyes of others. He was right though, she didn't understand how anyone couldn't like reading. In fact, the way he said it was sort of insulting. Imaginative things? That's what she liked about books. Reality was boring, her life was boring. Seriously, how could people not like books. The entire idea really got her going. Juliette had begun to get just a tad worked up when he leaned in. As a reflex, she tried to lean in the other direction only to hit the arm of the couch. His breath on her neck. Oh gosh . An almost visible shiver ran down her spine, heat painting her cheeks as her fingers curled around her book. Her eyes, wide, moved to see where their thighs were touching. Her head had begun to spin at this point. This was enough stimulus to make her want to faint. Upon hearing the word party, she instantly perked up. Juliette always heard about parties, but of course never attended one. After a while of never being allowed to go to parties in middle school and high school, people just stopped asking her. People basically didn't give her the time of day, aside from the people she tutored. They knew she was a let down, a prude. More like a forced let down. Although honestly the 'partying' that a lot of her peers didn't interest her. Rather, the activities they took part in. Drinking? Drugs? Nah, not for her. Sex, well...maybe. Depending on the person, and the circumstance. Although any sex with a guy would have been nice. What was she saying? Where was she going with this? Right. Parties. She couldn't go to them. Juliette opened her mouth to decline, hoping her voice wouldn't come out shaky from how flustered she was getting. His fingers came up under her chin, tilting her head up to face him. Silently, she gasped, holding her breath at the sight of his face. Everything about him was almost unreal. Perhaps he was the story of Pygmalion. Physically perfect in every way. His eyes held a smolder she felt would melt her on the spot. Suddenly, her lips and mouth felt very dry. Although her mind was going incredibly blank, she couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was thinking? Why was he inviting a 'book-worm' to a football jock's party. Some things just didn't mix. That was when slowly things began to click into place. She had been so distracted from his charms that she hadn't noticed her glasses had been removed. What he didn't realize is how blind she was without them. Her vision was terrible all around, even up close he looked like some sort of blur. It woke her up. She couldn't see his face anymore, only hear the sound of his voice...which was hypnotizing just by itself. No longer distracted by his face, she could actually concentrate on what he was saying- And boy was he saying all of the wrong things. Favor? Oh nuh-uh. Not this again. She had dealt with tutorees like him. Girl students in the past that would bat their eyelashes, promising her to hang out and take her places if she would do one assignment. Just one. I promise. She had believed them, wanting to be cool maybe. Wanting to be anything but secluded to her room. And she had done the assignment. But one had turned to two, and two to four. Even some in different subjects. On top of her own honors and AP courses, she thought she would break. Finally one sleepless day, she snapped. She did their assignments, but ended up getting them all awful grades, as well as reporting them to the teacher. Yes, she got punished as well for giving into peer pressure, but it was worth it to finally get those girls to do their own work. After that, she took a break from tutoring until her senior year. Sitting here and listening to Mike's literal bullshit made her realize why she took that break. It wasn't just him asking for a favor though, no. He had the tenacity to comment on her appearance? She wasn't much one for taking back-handed compliments. As sweet as his words sounded floating into her ear, she blocked out the 'positive' sounding word. Now she realized what her grandparents meant. Was her mother really stupid enough to fall for something like this? As much as she wanted to believe a male model wanted to attend a party with her, she wouldn't believe this. Not only was he a model, it seemed like he was an actor. What he didn't know was that she wasn't just good at reading books, she had become quite good at reading people like him. Liars. Oh, two could play at this game. With a bat of her eye lashes, she feigned ignorance of his words, acting as though she was nervous and bit the inside of her cheek. I-I don't know. Parties aren't really my thing. It was funny how the nerves she had before were being override by anger. I mean...I wouldn't want to ruin your model image. Trailing off, she sounded dejected. After all, who wouldn't want to go to a party with the handsomest, most charming male model in the country? At this point, her words were becoming more of an attack than her sweet sounding act. Her hand instantly came up and slapped his hand away from her chin before standing up, eyebrow raised. First of all, I hadn't realized you were an actor too. You had me going for a little while there. Especially when I first showed up. Trying to charm me with your devilish good looks and silvery voice. You really were a distraction. She then walked over and plucked her glasses from his hand. Maybe if my glasses were still on, your face would have distracted me longer. Your mistake. Don't get me wrong, you are... She slipped her glasses on, taking a glance at his face and suddenly wanting to hide. He really was handsome. Enough to make her feel small all of a sudden. She honestly was not used to asserting herself. But then she remembered exactly why she was asserting herself. In order to keep herself from seeing his face, she took her glasses off. ..e-extremely good looking. Quickly, she cleared her throat. But, seriously? Bribing me? That's pretty low for someone who gets the best publicity on the face of the earth. She had never read a bad thing about him. If there were rumors, they were dispelled and forgotten by the public in a blink of an eye. Your manager made a mistake if you wanted someone who would do your work for you. I've dealt with people like you. Her hands, placed firmly on her hips, had begun squeezing at her flesh hard out of anger, her knuckles nearly turning white. Juliette felt like she might cry just remembering how much of a sucker she had been, and how low those people had went to manipulate her. I wouldn't want to go to a party with someone who has 'pointers' about my appearance anyway. Now, she wasn't really keeping track of what was coming out of her mouth. She hadn't been this worked up in a long time. What if she was wrong? What if he really was a nice guy, and was actually asking her to a party. No. No. A 'nice guy' wouldn't ask for a favor in exchange for going to a party. Go ahead and get a new tutor, but believe me, I'll warn them. So good luck finding someone who will actually help you pass rather than having it handed to you like probably everything else. She huffed before grabbing her backpack and her own book, hugging it to her chest. She actually could not believe what had come out of her mouth. Did she actually have confidence buried somewhere behind all that quiet book-worm exterior? The more she dwell on what she just said, the more she wanted to take it back. She could only imagine what he was going to say. Glasses in hand, she slipped them back on while refusing to look at him. She honestly didn't have anymore nerve, not even enough to give him one last smart regard. All she wanted was to leave. ...If you actually decide to do that work. Let me know. I'll check it for you. She murmured before beginning to leave.