Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Mike nodded his head mechanically but his thoughts were elsewhere. The words of the girl entered and exited his ear like some insignificant conversation instead of what he actually needed to do to pull his grades up. At some point, he even tried so hard to not yawn so he faked a cough instead. Reading was never his thing. The most he read were comic books back in his childhood days and tabloids that spread rumors about him. He was never fond of rumors but was never quite bothered by them. One rumor went something like he was caught making out with his manager but hey, they both can simply say it was some sort of twisted words although some of his fans shipped them both. Speaking of which, where was Alexandria..... 30 pages... assignment.... examples... themes.... None of it made sense but he was already such a professional at feigning an act of listening. Juliette, Mike said, almost breathing out his name as he intentionally scooted closer so that their thighs touched. He traced the page with his finger, also with the intention to let their hands brush. I'm sorry, I really am, but... ah, well, a book-loving girl like you wouldn't understand, maybe, but I don't like reading. I find it hard to understand so many words, so many... uhh... imaginative things going on. He tilted his head sideways so that he was directly looking at her and he let the weight of his stare do all the pressuring. And then, something hit him. Just the other day at school, he saw posters taped on pillars and being handed out by some students about some party one dude was having. If he remembered the overheard conversations correctly, it was the MVP of the football team who's hosting it and if you're the MVP of the football team, you're just one level down from the popular Mike Romanov. Light bulb. Say uhh, Juliette? Mike leaned in closer but made sure he wasn't too close for comfort. He kept a distance that was safe to let his breath reach the most sensitive part of her neck yet still enough to not make her call the police and report him for sexual harassment. Though if he did something crazy, he was confident that the girl wouldn't speak. Either she's too afraid or she'd like it. The thought made the model smirk. Of course she'd like it. There's this party next week. Have you heard of it? The one of Tristan Simon. At this point, he dared to tilt her chin up so that she'd face him before he took off the glasses that framed the upper half of her face. He also brushed away the bangs that got in his way to see her beauty. Such a lovely mix, she was. He must admit, the whole act was just to get her all jittery and fangirl-y but once he saw her without the glasses and without the hair covering her face, Mike nearly had to gulp. Goddamn it, her face was almost enough to trigger his boy parts. The memory of her curvy body wasn't helping, too. Nope, no fucking can happen tonight. Not yet, at least. With just a tad bit of color on the lips and some contact lens so that you won't have to wear your glasses, you're already model material, Mike said. Can I ask you a favor? Can you please do just this one assignment for me, then maybe we can go to that party together? A model plus a model-material babe. It's gonna be great, right?