Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Her dainty fingers played with the seat belt nervously. Big dark eyes stared out the window, watching as unfamiliar buildings passed behind the moving vehicle. She had never been anywhere near this part of the city, let alone visit the city all too often. It didn't offer her much. Maybe the occasional book store, but she knew where all the good ones were already. And if she wanted clothes, she could go shop at the mall by her grandparent's house. Places like clothing stores, restaurants, parks, they weren't places for teenagers, err- young adults, to frequent. Especially by themselves. The fact she was now 18 and in college still hadn't set in, even after 3 months of classes. Her family sure didn't treat her like an adult. The only time they treated her like an adult was when her grandfather requested cigarettes when she was making a grocery run. Perhaps it was because she lived with her grandparents that her social life had always been limited. Being in their late 60's when they started raising her, the lifestyle she lived wasn't like those of her peers. Sleepovers? No. Parties? No way in hell. School dances? Over my dead body. Honestly, her grandparents could have invented the phrase 'kids these days.' The idea of her going out of the house and spending time with quote 'present day hooligans' was unheard of. So, while school mates went to dances and birthday parties, she stayed at home in her room, reading a good book or studying. Even with the forced lack of a social life, she had known for certain she was the embodiment of the term 'bookworm.' This bookworm's name was Juliette Torres. And yes, she was named after the heroine in Shakespeare's tragic love story. Quite frankly, she felt she was a bit of a tragedy. Her mother, an immigrant from the Philippines, had fallen in love with American Literature as soon as she learned to read American. Juliette honestly would have changed a few things about herself if she was given the choice. She wished she was tall, like most Filipino women she grew to be on the short side 5'3 to be exact. She wished she was skinny too. The bookwormnerd agenda consisted of video games and watching Netflix during her downtime, while the rest of her time was spent studying and helping out around the house. Being cooped up all the time meant less time to exercise not that she really wanted to run or go to the gym anyway. Although she was a bit chubby, most of it was actually delicious curves most girls would dream of having. Despite what she saw in the mirror, Juliette was an exotic beauty. Half Filipino and half Irish meant some pretty damn good genes. Her skin was a sheer olive and tanned flawlessly in the summer. Although hidden by a pair of 'librarian glasses,' her eyes were strikingly dark, decorated with long lashes. By far, her lips were her best facial feature permanently fixed in an alluring pout. Behind those lips was a smile that could light up an entire room, or so her grandparents bragged. However she didn't show it to many people. Instead, she hid behind a pair of glasses and pages of a book. Since her grandparents allowed her to wear makeup, she wore it everyday. She adored makeup, even if it was only college classmates who would see her wearing some. In her opinion, it made her a lot more pleasant to look at, plus it allowed her to feel like she had something tiny in common with girls her age. As for things her grandparents didn't allow everything under the sun. Especially. Boys. They had watched Juliette's mother run off with a gambler only to have her come back a year later with mascara running down her cheeks and a child in her arms. After that, she disappeared. Promising to come back for her when she could support her child. Her grandparents didn't believe a word. It had been eighteen years and not a word. It didn't bother Juliette. If it did, she would never show it. The whole incident turned off her grandparents to allowing a boy ever to walk into Juliette's life. Which meant no dating, no flirting, no kissing...no sex. Despite the lack of a man in her life, one thing was for certain Juliette loved sex. She had started masturbating early, perhaps from being socially deprived and having nothing better to do. She read erotica and couldn't get enough of it. Not to mention she watched a bit of porn here and there. Who knew such a quiet bookworm could be a bit of a nymphomaniac? Her boring life suddenly took a turn not too long ago. Her professor approached her along with a what she thought was a business woman. Their request threw her for a loop tutor the most well known male model in the country. Juliette thought she was dreaming. No, she wasn't a crazed fan, but she wouldn't deny that he was quite the looker. On the rare occurrence she picked up a fashion magazine, his face would be somewhere in it. His articles always piqued her interest for the mere fact the words described him like the dream boys in books. He was perfect, not a flaw to be heard of and most definitely not a flaw to be seen. Honestly she found it to be a bit suspicious, but the opportunity to meet America's heart throb and teach him her favorite subject? How could she refuse? So here she was in one of the most expensive cars she had ever seen, let alone drive in. The only sound was the faint music coming from the car speakers. The atmosphere was heavy with nerves and silence. Usually Juliette didn't mind the silence, but the nervousness mixed in didn't help all that much. There was so much anxiety that she thought she would throw up. What was she going to say? And how the heck would she teach him literature? He obviously could read. But why was he failing then? No one gave her the details, just her assignment. While questions reeled in her head ten times over, she hadn't realized they had pulled into the penthouse parking. As soon as she stepped up, her eyes immediately traveled upwards. Her dark eyes widening behind her glasses at the sight of such a high end building. Before she knew it, she was standing in an elevator beside Alexandria his manager. With each passing of the floors Juliette felt herself want to get off this elevator ride. Absently she took out her phone, checking her hair in it's usual messy up-do. It was the best it was gonna get because they had reached the top floor before she cold even put the phone down. Walking behind Alexandria, her eyes floated to the intricate finishing o the walls and nearly bumped into her out of distraction. I-I'm so sorry! She stuttered standing up straight. Relax. Alexandria responded curtly before hitting the buzzer. The moment Juliette set foot in the place, her eyes were drawn everywhere. She had never been in even a hotel this nice. What's more, when her eyes fell upon Mike, she realized she had never seen a man more physically pleasing to the eye. With a gulp, she stood there a bit star-struck before Alexandria cleared her throat. Oh, um. She began. I'm Juliette Torres. It's...a pleasure. She chose her words carefully, allowing them to slowly roll off her lips. She wanted to make it sounds like she was excited to meet him, but not that excited. Her folded hands began to move as she stuck out her right hand in an awaited greeting. Your home is, well, amazing. She admitted without really thinking about it, causing her to bite her lip.