Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Even if she lost a bit of her nerve, her blood was still boiling. The way he had scoffed at her during her entire tangent made her want to burst. Her words were probably getting nowhere close to that massive head of his. The girls she had tutored never acted this high and mighty, then again, they weren't thirsty for attention underwear models with giant egos. Hugging her books closer to her chest, she watched as he got up. It was then she began to feel smaller. Why was she such a wimp? Where did all that talk from earlier go? Was it the fact he was a celebrity that scared her? Or was it because she had never really went off at someone like that before. She wasn't sure what sort of reaction she would expect. From the way he had been reacting to her fit, she was guessing a smart-ass sort of reaction. She was right. Did he really think she as doing this for money? Seriously? Sure, the money was nice, but she had truthfully wanted to teach him. Heck, she would have wanted to teach anyone. Little kids preferably, they didn't have this much of an attitude problem. There was hope inside of her that one day she would open someones eyes to literature, but clearly that was not going to happen here. When he mentioned that she agreed to it just because it was him, she had to laugh. A spark of her nerve had come back at his delusional ego coming out. Sure, it did pique her interest to tutor a celebrity. Not to mention one of the hottest male models ever. But it was a change from her norm, something that would perhaps liven up her life at least a little. Tutoring someone who is a celebrity? Not many people get to say that. Deep down, under all of that anger and aggravation that was piling up, she had been a bit more excited to tutor him then she let on. But she would never admit it, especially to him. Her excitement was nowhere near what he was imagining though. The way he asked her if she was done...that tone of voice. Yep, it was working her up again. He was challenging her. Tipping her chin up a bit she began to remove herself from the room. You're delusional. She spat and walked to the living room, still speaking , her fingers curling tighter around her books. By all means, find another girl for that egotistical frat party of 'Tristan Simon's.' I don't do parties anyway. Give her back handed compliments while you are at it. Unless you were lying about that too. She almost felt her voice crack. She would have loved to believe that he thought she was pretty. He was the first boy to ever say something like that. But if it was all part of his seduction scheme, she didn't want to hear a word. You gave up so easily. At that instant she stopped in her tracks before whirling around. The only one giving up here is you. Hell, you never even tried. She pointed a finger at him. Refusing to do someone else's work isn't giving up. Especially if it's an assignment a middle school-er could do. Call school if you want to tell them. But who is Professor going to believe? His 'good-girl-all-A's student, or some pretty boy who probably hasn't taken one college class seriously in his life? Juliette hissed. It sounded like she was blackmailing him. In a way, she wished she could, just to see him squirm. But he had more power than she did, even if it was anywhere but their literature class. He probably didn't even hear her since he was dialing someone on his phone. Probably his manager. Was he going to tattle on her? The thought made her stomach lurch. Something about Alexandria's icy glare made her uneasy. Just from the look on his face, Juliette could tell he was just as worked up as she was. Good. Splendid. Marvelous. He honestly did not realize that she had the upper hand on him when it came to the one person that matter most. The professor. She was his top student, never turned an assignment in late once. Even if he were to call her out on backing out of the tutoring deal, the Professor would ask her why. And boy, would she tell them. I know you realize that the Professor can't be bought. So what's gonna happen when he questions me on why I backed out? She was sure Mike was smart enough to put two and two together. The professor would believe her in a heart beat. And Juliette wouldn't feel guilty about a thing, because she was telling the truth. Call Alexandria and request a new tutor. But I don't think the Professor will allow you a new one. With a cock of her head, she began to approach him. Either you stick with me and do the work. Or you risk not getting any help at all. Being considerably shorter than him, she could only look up to his face. If she stood on her toes, the distance between them would be gone. Where the hell was this nerve coming from. This was spunk and sass she never knew she had. Her grandmother always said she had a bit of sass as a child. Her mother had too. This was far beyond anything Juliette could imagine. And all it took was being triggered by some pretty boy. Despite how high and mighty her persona looked, her insides were a mess. Her heart racing a mile a minute, her head filled with questions, screaming at her to back off. Her body...actually a bit turned on, which was a bit scary. That cocky look on his face, the way he talked to her all teasing like. Seeing him get a bit worked up....did she.... like it? Oh gosh. Her face felt hot coming to the realization, but she didn't say a word. Only continued to glare at him, ignoring the way her body was reacting. ooc no worries! totally understand c