I Want U Chapter 11: Let's Get Dirrty!
"I still cannot believe you and Sora actually did that to that poor girl." Joe told Jun as he sat next to her on his sofa. "Now because of you, she might be emotionally scarred."
"Oh, come on, Joe!" Jun accepted the can of cola he offered her and placed it on the coffee table. "Sora and I didn't do anything drastic! I put her in a sleeper hold I learned from this website I found on the Net. Sora was the culprit who tied her up!"
"And about the note?" Joe asked.
"Eh," Jun simply shrugged. "I don't really wanna talk about that girl right now."
"Well, are you ready to go home, or to the after-party?" Joe looked at his watch. "It's one-eleven. The night's still young, you know."
Stretching her arms above her head, Jun smirked, and replied, "I know. I'm fine just where I am, thank you."
"You're sure?" Joe leaned against the soft fabric of his sofa and sighed. "Your parents aren't going to worry about you?"
Jun made a chuckle-snort sound. "They never have before."
"What do you mean…?"
"Joe, I don't really want to talk." Jun positioned her body so her knees were deep in the soft, large pillows on the sofa. She looked at him with a wicked smile, and used her finger to trace the contours of his handsome face.
"Then…" he gulped nervously and blinked at her. "What do you wanna do?
"We're two very attractive people alone in an apartment on a late Friday night. You figure it out."
"I…uh…" Joe tore his gaze from Jun's intense stare and focused on the living room's plush carpet. He felt the weight from the soft shift and he looked up to see Jun standing above him.
"I guess you're not as smart as I thought, Jyou."
He remained silent when she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the comfort (and safety) of the sofa. "I guess I have no choice but to show you better than I can tell you."
Joe only nodded when Jun led the way to his bedroom.
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Early that morning just before daybreak, Jun rolled over in the bed to look at Joe who was still asleep with his arms around her. She reached up and caressed his forehead and trailed her fingers through his silky hair.
She smiled when she felt Joe's hands slide down her back and cup her bottom, pressing her flush against him. With his eyes still closed, he whispered, "It's still early. Go back to sleep."
And she gladly did, completely thankful that for one night, she didn't have any haunting nightmares about her past. I hope there'll be more times like this.
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Mimi blinked her eyes opened from the sun's rays shining through the blinds. She stretched her arms above her head, and yawned. Normally whenever women cheat on their boyfriends, they'll cry the next day and say that they didn't mean to; or it was an accident. Sure, like they was completely unaware of their actions.
Thankfully, Mimi isn't one of those women.
She smiled and released a sigh of contentment. She was very much aware of what she did last night, and whom she did it with. She had no regrets. It was what she wanted; what they both wanted.
Snuggling underneath the green comforter, Mimi glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings in the room, noticing two guitars perched in a corner. She shook her head and giggled. She had no idea how she'd ended up in Matt's bedroom from her mansion! But she wasn't complaining, either.
Feeling on the spot in bed behind her for the man in question, Mimi came up empty. Adrenaline rushed through her as she sat up.
Where is he? She shook her head when she heard the shower run in the adjacent bathroom. Of course.
Wrapping the matching green sheet around her, Mimi stood and walked around the length of Matt's bedroom. She approached his dresser and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks were flushed a rosy color, makeup smudged, and her pink lips were bruised and swollen. Her brown eyes shined with joy.
She never looked better.
The noise from the shower stopped and Mimi gasped when she saw Matt's reflection leaning against the doorjamb with his arms folded, wearing nothing but a lazy grin and a bath towel around his waist. His damp hair hung low, barely touching his shoulders and Mimi suddenly had the urge to run her fingers through it.
Turning away from the mirror to face him, she said, "I thought you left when I woke up."
"I was wondering when you was going to return to the land of the living." He walked towards his dresser and Mimi stepped aside so he could rummage through one of the drawers.
Grabbing a pair of jeans, Matt looked at Mimi and grabbed his towel. Using his thumb, he unhooked it and the thick cotton dropped to the floor.
Immediately feeling bashful, a faint blush flushed over Mimi's features and she turned her head away. "I'll…I'll give you some…privacy…"
Saying nothing, Matt stuffed his legs inside of his jeans and zipped them. Not bothering to button them, he looked at her and said, "You can look, now."
Releasing a sigh of relief, Mimi replied, "I…can't find my clothes from last night." She looked around the room, and again she didn't see a single article of her clothing. "What happened to them?"
Matt simply shrugged. "I dunno." Opening one of his drawers again, he told her, "Here, you can borrow this. And these." He tossed her one of his many button-down shirts and a pair of socks.
Mimi caught the clothes in her hands, and nearly released the sheet that was wrapped around her. Matt only smirked when he thought her body was going to be revealed to him once more.
"This is all I get to wear?" She examined his clothes with a frown creasing her face.
"Uh, huh." He replied simply. "That's all I wanna see you in while you stay here."
"Hentai."
"That I am."
Mimi stared to exit his room so she could use the shower. Before she could leave, she heard Matt call out to her.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
Shaking her head, Mimi answered, "No."
Matt rushed towards her and tried to yank his sheet from her body.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Mimi screamed, trying her best to hold on to the sheet. "No, Matt let go!"
And he did.
He laughed when Mimi fell backwards on the carpet. The sheet fell from her body, concealing everything except the parts that needed the most attention.
"Oh, no!" she cried, gathering his clothes to cover herself.
"Mimi, you need to relax." He smiled. "You're too tense. Besides," he shrugged and gave her a devilish smirk. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, anyway."
"Oh…you…!" Not even caring anymore, Mimi stood in her full glory, grabbed the shirt and socks, and stormed out of his bedroom. She closed her eyes from embarrassment when she heard Matt in the room laughing hysterically.
Several minutes later, Mimi entered Matt's room, again. She leaned against his threshold just as he did, and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Matt sat on the edge of his bed strumming his acoustic guitar. Mimi listened to the soft music he created and she began to hum along with the tune.
Hearing her voice caught Matt's attention. He stopped playing and looked up and saw Mimi's reflection in his dresser mirror. His heart skipped a beat when she slowly advanced in his direction.
He studied her carefully, slightly nodding his head in appreciation. Mimi's face was freshly scrubbed, devoid of any artificial products to enhance her natural beauty. Her pale skin looked soft enough to touch, as he discovered last night just how soft her skin was.
Her lips appeared full and delectable, and he too, knew how soft they were. He unconsciously licked his lips, trying desperately to remember her natural taste. He also noticed how his shirt nearly engulfed her small frame. The hem stopped mid-thigh and the top three buttons were undone, revealing more of her creamy skin.
Mimi smiled at his reflection when she spoke. "Your conditioner works miracles. Thanks for letting me borrow it." She finished towel-drying her hair, and tossed the damp linen in the laundry basket. She shook her hair loose, and the heavy, platinum strands fell past her shoulders.
Matt turned around and blinked unbelievingly at her. "You used my conditioner without my permission?"
"Yeah…" Mimi smiled even brighter. "I did." She approached his bed and kneeled in the soft mattress. Leaning behind him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her chin on his right shoulder, and said, "What was that you were just playing? It sounded good."
He turned slightly, kissed her softly, and replied, "Nothing."
"Well, 'nothing' sounded good to me. I wanna hear it."
"Mimi…" he slowly drawled out a bit irritably.
"Please?" She begged him. "Pretty please, with strawberries and whipped cream on top?"
Matt exhaled defeated and frowned at her. "Are you always used to getting your way?"
"Uh, huh," she nodded with a smile. "Consider it revenge for snatching my sheet away from me."
"I believe you mean my sheet." He corrected her.
"Just shut up and play the song."
Matt lifted the guitar and strummed along the strings, again creating a soft, soothing melody. Mimi sighed and settled comfortably against his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she hummed a familiar song to the music.
"Cause when you went away; Something so strong; I didn't know until you were gone…oh I didn't know…Whisper sweet nothings in my ear; Tell me all the things that I long to hear…baby u gotta whisper…Whisper sweet nothing in my ear; Let me know that you feel the way I do…"
Mimi continued to sing while Matt continued to play.
"Oh, baby; I knew I was wrong; I need those sweet nothings…whisper; Baby you need to understand; These feelings so strong; Right by your side is where I belong… I'm on my way home!"
Wow, she has a beautiful voice! Matt told himself. I can listen to her sing like this forever…
"Whisper sweet nothings in my ear; Tell me all the things that I long to hear; Baby you gotta whisper sweet nothings in my ear; Let me know that you feel the way I do…"
Mimi opened her eyes when she finished the song, and smiled at an awestruck Matt. Chuckling at his expression, she asked, "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I'm just…" he shook his head and placed the acoustic instrument into the corner next to his bass guitar. "Did you write that song?"
Shaking her head, Mimi replied, "Nope. The song is sung by Tamia, and American R&B singer."
"Oh." Lying flat against his pillows, Matt folded his arms behind his head and watched Mimi scoot next to him so she could lie on his chest.
When she comfortably settled against him, he told her, "You're addictive, y'know that? Any man could get attached to you." He nuzzled her neck, and she giggled delightfully.
"Do you need your fix right now, Mr. Ishida?" she joked.
"Ah, you know me well, Princess." He rolled on top her, and pinned her beneath him. Mimi grabbed the back of his head, tangled her fingers in the soft, silky strands of his hair, and pulled Matt into a fiery kiss.
He used his body weight to press hers deeper into the mattress. Mimi arched her back beneath his chest. Small gasps of pleasure escaped her mouth when she felt Matt's hands explore her body freely.
Lo-ove, ne-ver knew what I was mis-sin…
"Omigod!" Mimi squeaked from shock. "My phone!" She looked at the mobile device on Matt's nightstand blaring Keyshia Cole from the speakers. Michael's calling! What should I do?
Mimi found it difficult to concentrate, because Matt's hands never left her body. His lips were now trailing kisses where his hands once occupied.
"Matt!" she hissed angrily at him, although she never made any attempt to stop him.
"He's your problem." Matt answered, lifting his head from her stomach. "Not mine." He continued with the task at hand.
Okay, I'm in bed with my friend, and my boyfriend's interrupting by calling me. What to do? What to do? Oh…that feels good! Um, decisions, decisions!
Mimi knew she ignored each and every one of his calls for two weeks. Now she was stuck in a serious dilemma. Should she continue to ignore her boyfriend, or should she tell Matt to stop before things got out of hand, again?
Sighing dejectedly with her mind made up, Mimi did exactly what any cheating girlfriend would do:
She answered her phone.
"Hello? Good morning, sweetheart! Or should I say good night because of your time zone?" she giggled. "I'm sorry for not returning your calls, I've been extremely busy lately…Ah!"
She covered the mouthpiece and shot Matt a death glare. He only shrugged, smirked, and moved along her body to kiss her neck. And to listen to their conversation.
He suckled her flesh, and Mimi fought hard not to cry out from pleasure. He knows that's one of my spots!
"That was…nothing honey… I can't wait until you get here, too… I…oh…um, listen…now's not a good time… I know, and I'm so sorry… I'll make it uh…to you… I promise…bye!" She disconnected the call before Michael could reply. Turning her phone off, and setting it down again, she pushed Matt off her.
"You're going to burn in hell for that stint you just pulled." He laughed at her.
"And you're going with me." She lay on top of him and kissed him, again. Mimi straddled his hips and smirked. "Why Ishida, did my being on the phone with my boyfriend turn you on?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact it did, Princess." He grabbed her hips and held her tightly against him. "To think about your loyal, unsuspecting boyfriend, believing his girlfriend is innocent and faithful… He was completely unaware of what his precious girlfriend was doing just now."
"I'm not done, yet."
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Collapsing on top of her, Matt pressed his face against hers, and kissed her slowly. After a few minutes, they both separated for some oxygen. "You're the best I've ever had, Mimi."
Mimi cradled his face and replied, "Likewise. I wanna stay here with you, for the rest of the weekend."
"It's already been planned." Matt laid his face against his pillow, and rested his thigh over her hip.
Stroking her hair, he whispered, "You're beautiful."
She smiled admiringly at him. "Thank you, Matt. But…you do realize this is only sex, right?"
"Yeah, I know." He released her hair, closed his eyes and sighed. "Now, shut up and go to sleep, Princess."
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No one bothered to ask about what happened between Matt and Mimi on the night of the party last week. Everyone already knew. Their body language spoke volumes, plus the blondes were completely inseparable since.
While Matt pretty much remained the same, Mimi on the other hand seemed to be a lot more relaxed. The cold, jealous demeanor all of her friends became accustomed to vanished. Her face held a soft, contended glow, and she also seemed to have regained her sweet, friendly personality, again. And the look she held in her eyes every time Matt was near was filled with admiration…and something else. Not to mention now she speaks to Michael on a regular, daily basis.
Jun smirked knowingly in the mirror while her friend styled her hair for tonight's competition. They lady of the hour, also with Sora were backstage at the Odaiba Auditorium in the dressing room, eagerly waiting for the event to begin.
"You don't feel…nervous about tonight?" Sora asked from her position sitting in a chair. She closed the celebrity gossip magazine and looked at Jun's face in the mirror.
"Why should I be?" Jun shrugged, not really caring. "I'm going to enjoy handing Morron's ass to her when I beat her tonight."
"Well, you sure seem confident." Mimi stated as she glued another black and white patterned hair piece into Jun's hair.
"Why shouldn't I be? Morron completely underestimated me. She's going to pay for that!" Frowning at Mimi, Jun asked, "How long is this going to take?"
Mimi fluffed and teased the impatient girl's hair, nodding with satisfaction. "Done."
Jun stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She loved her hair! Especially the black and white that decorated it. She also wore heavy, dark makeup and blue contacts in her eyes. Blinking a few times so they'll become adjusted, Jun looked up at Mimi and said, "Thank you."
"Oh, don't mention it." Mimi waved her off. "I just want you to go out there and have a good time."
Standing up and tightening the sash around her terry-cloth robe, Jun replied, "Now that I can do!" Jun lead the way out of the dressing room, and Sora and Mimi followed.
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"You don't feel a bit guilty about being here? Especially for all of the wrong reasons?" Dai's best friend Ichijoji Ken asked him as they entered the auditorium.
Dai only laughed at the questions. "Don't get me wrong; I support my sister one-hundred percent, but…" he lifted the camcorder he was holding and cradled it.
"My sister's reputation is known throughout our school, and…" he grinned. "I wanna profit from that."
"So, you're going to videotape your sister performing, make copies, and sell them?" The dark-haired genius hypothesized.
"Right-o-reeno!" Dai exclaimed. "Some of the guys on the football team are already making bids for a tape. They're just dying to see JM wearing little to nothing, and shaking her ass."
Ken shook his head disapprovingly. "You're sick," he replied as they took their seats.
"Nah, I'm just a small-time businessman, that's all." Dai grinned wickedly. "I hope to make a fortune from this! Some of the guys are already bidding ¥2500 and the price just keeps going up!"
"So...if you have everything figured out, then why am I here?" Ken raised his brow at the redhead.
Dai rolled his eyes and released a heavy sigh. "Because you dufus, I need an assistant! Do you really think I wanna videotape and zoom in on my sister shaking her ass? Gross!" He shuddered in disgust.
Ken pressed his lips in a thin, angry line. "So…you want me to be the cameraman…and you profit from all of this?"
"Hey there buddy!" Dai waived his hands defensively. "I was going to cut you in on a piece!"
Ken still remained skeptical. Folding his arms, he said, "I want twenty percent of the profits, or I'll tell your sister what you're planning."
"W…What…? That's not fair! You're supposed to be my best friend, Ken!" he cried.
"Twenty-five percent. Tax free."
Completely defeated, Dai finally relented. "Fine. Here." He shoved the camcorder in his best friend's arms. "Maybe I ought to tell Yolei about what you're doing." Dai was referring to Ken's current girlfriend, Inoue "Yolei" Miyako, who would not be please if she knew what her boyfriend was doing.
"You know she dictates your every move, anyway." Dai smirked.
Ken only shrugged nonchalantly. "And I'll tell her you put me up to it. You know she never really liked you, anyway."
"Whatever." Dai replied, turning his attention away from the genius. "Just have my tape ready."
"As long as you have my money ready." Ken retorted. "And what do you mean Yolei dictates my every move?"
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Marron met Jun and her dancers backstage before they were due to perform. Immediately Jun took notice to The Roses wardrobe.
The ladies all wore blazers in various, solid colors, white dress shirts that fitted loosely, jeans, and white Nikes. Each girl also wore white, A-Town baseball caps. She began to wonder what video they were going to imitate.
Marron stood before Jun, folded her arms and smirked. "Well, I see you're wearing a robe and a towel over your head. Which video are you doing? Alanis Morrisette?" Her dancers snickered behind her.
"Ignore them, Jun." Jason held the angry brunette's arm tightly.
"I agree," a soft voice spoke. Everyone turned and saw Prima approaching them. "Let's make tonight as peaceful as possible." Facing Marron, she said, "You're up, now. So go out there and do your best."
"Let's go, ladies." Marron jerked her head towards the stages. She glanced in Jun's direction again, and said, "Break a leg." She and her dancers headed for the stage.
Placing her hand on Jun's shoulder, Prima spoke again. "Do not allow Marron to get you discouraged. You're very talented, don't forget that." She walked away, leaving Jun speechless.
Jason stood in front of her and nodded. "She's right, you know."
Jun nodded mutely.
He continued to examine Jun's perfectly made-up face until she finally spoke from his irritating glare. "What?"
Breathing heavily, he asked, "Don't you every…think about us sometimes? You've come a long way, Jun and you've blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Sometimes I just wish I could turn back the hands of time, and start over again." He cradled her face, but Jun quickly removed his hand.
She studied his handsome, African-American features and sighed. It was his gorgeous looks that attracted her to Jason in the first place. He looked just like that American actor, Omar Epps.
Shaking her head, she replied, "No, I don't. And I'm with someone else. And this is neither the time nor place to talk about that."
"But, I…"
"No." She walked away from a disgruntled Jason.
Jason remained rooted in the same spot long after her departure. He whispered, "I missed you, Jun…"
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Joe tightly gripped the half-dozen red roses he held. He just heard everything Jun and her dancer said from his spot behind a wall. Although he was glad Jun did the right thing, it still upset him to learn that she and one of her dancers were possibly involved in the past.
Don't jump to conclusions! You don't know for sure. Exhaling heavily, Joe turned in the opposite direction from the backstage area to sit in the audience with his friends.
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The audience eagerly waited for the show to begin. A few people held up Marron-support signs, and the others held up JM-support signs. They cheered when Prima waked the stage, speaking into the microphone.
"I'm glad to see so many people are here tonight. As you know there's a competition between The Roses and Destiny. There will be three parts to the competition and best two out of three wins!"
The audience roared even louder.
"I won't waste any more time talking. So presenting the first group…The Roses!"
The heavy, dark curtains separated and lights brightened the stage in the dark room. Marron stood in the middle with two girls on her left and two girls on her right. They stood with their legs apart, hands behind their backs, and their heads down.
Immediately a loud, "Peace up, A-Town down!" vibrated throughout the room. All of the girls made "peace" signs with their fingers and tuned them upside down to upside down "V's" along with the voice. Ushers' mega-hit "Yeah" stared to play.
The Roses wasted no time dancing along with the song. Their choreography matched Usher's perfectly. The audience shouted and danced in excitement. Jun stood behind the curtain watching intently. They're extremely good. It hurt her like hell to admit that to herself, but it was the truth.
"Gimme that!" Dai snatched the camcorder from Ken's hands, and used the zoom feature to focus on Marron and her dancers. "Yeah, shake it, mamas!"
Ken rolled his eyes and snorted, "Idiot."
The song ended along with their performance, and The Roses took a bow of appreciation. Some members of the audience cheered, others refused due to their full support and loyalty to JM.
The Roses sauntered offstage and the curtains closed. Prima graced the stage again, and spoke into her microphone. "Their performance was great, don't you all think?" The crowd applauded again in their response. "Now introducing…Destiny!"
Everyone in the room rose to their feet and exploded with excitement. There were cat-calls, and wolf whistles heard in the air, along with shouts of support. The room darkened again, until it was pitch black.
A single spotlight shown on the stage and Jason appeared with a microphone in his hand. He recited the words featured rapper Redman said at the beginning of the song.
"Ah… Dirrty…filthy, filthy, nasty… To Dirrty to clean my act up… If you ain't Dirrty, you ain't here to PARTY…!"