Chapter 6: How to get even
Relena looked out at the streets below her room's balcony. She watched men and women, parents and children, lovers and friends. She sighed a deep sigh. Sad, mournful of a loss. She gripped the picture in her small hands. It was of Heero and another girl. The girl resembled Brodi. They were kissing, quite passionately. There was a note attatched.
Told you so! ~Brodi
Relena sighed again. "I've lost. And I really liked him. She is not fair," she whispered. "Well, I'll just have to get even," she smrked.
She flung open her closet doors. Clothes flew through the air. She finally emerged with a pair of black leather pants, a silver spandex shirt, and black platform boots. "I will get even, Brodi." She laughed and prepared to face the day with a plan of her own. She walkd down the stairs, grabbing her keys along the way. She reached her vintage 2001 MR2 Spyder and hopped in.
****20 minutes later****
'What's going on here? How could he play me like this? Ooohhhhh, MEN! I have to sort this out, now,' she thought, parking her car at his apartment complex. She walked to the door and rang the bell for penthouse A. "Heero? It's Relena, we need to talk," she paused. ~CLICK~ The door swung open. She entered, walking to the elevator, beginning her trip.
She reached his appartment door and knocked. Heero answered the door, clad in only thin black pajama pants. 'Like to get rid of those,' she thought. He let her in and she walked to the small red velvet couch with a sigh. Heero looked her over. "I'm afraid I don't know what to say. I know I'm furious at how you can lead m on and not care," she fumed. "And what the FUCK is this?" she concluded, handing him the picture. He looked at it and shrugged.
"It's not me," he said, calm and cool. She looked at him dumbfounded. She began to protest only to be cut off, "I have never slept with anyone, EVER," he began looking her in the eye. "This has to be fake." She sighed. "You don't believe me, do you?" She shook her head.
"I don't know. I don't know what I should believe," she whispered. He then handed her a picture of what looked like her and Duo. "No, no way," she whispered. Heero looked at her. "Not me," she spoke softly. He glanced at her eyes. Sincere, sad, upset. "I am still a virgin," she spoke to his face. He smiled, 'I can fix that.' He stood and strod to her. He enveloped her in his arms and kissed her hard. She gasped, allowing his tongue to dual with her own. He gradually pulled away. He smiled at her.
"Would I do that if I lied?" he inquired. She was unable to speak and only shook her head. "Good. Now I want to know who gave ths picture to you," he whispered.
Relena looked out at the streets below her room's balcony. She watched men and women, parents and children, lovers and friends. She sighed a deep sigh. Sad, mournful of a loss. She gripped the picture in her small hands. It was of Heero and another girl. The girl resembled Brodi. They were kissing, quite passionately. There was a note attatched.
Told you so! ~Brodi
Relena sighed again. "I've lost. And I really liked him. She is not fair," she whispered. "Well, I'll just have to get even," she smrked.
She flung open her closet doors. Clothes flew through the air. She finally emerged with a pair of black leather pants, a silver spandex shirt, and black platform boots. "I will get even, Brodi." She laughed and prepared to face the day with a plan of her own. She walkd down the stairs, grabbing her keys along the way. She reached her vintage 2001 MR2 Spyder and hopped in.
****20 minutes later****
'What's going on here? How could he play me like this? Ooohhhhh, MEN! I have to sort this out, now,' she thought, parking her car at his apartment complex. She walked to the door and rang the bell for penthouse A. "Heero? It's Relena, we need to talk," she paused. ~CLICK~ The door swung open. She entered, walking to the elevator, beginning her trip.
She reached his appartment door and knocked. Heero answered the door, clad in only thin black pajama pants. 'Like to get rid of those,' she thought. He let her in and she walked to the small red velvet couch with a sigh. Heero looked her over. "I'm afraid I don't know what to say. I know I'm furious at how you can lead m on and not care," she fumed. "And what the FUCK is this?" she concluded, handing him the picture. He looked at it and shrugged.
"It's not me," he said, calm and cool. She looked at him dumbfounded. She began to protest only to be cut off, "I have never slept with anyone, EVER," he began looking her in the eye. "This has to be fake." She sighed. "You don't believe me, do you?" She shook her head.
"I don't know. I don't know what I should believe," she whispered. He then handed her a picture of what looked like her and Duo. "No, no way," she whispered. Heero looked at her. "Not me," she spoke softly. He glanced at her eyes. Sincere, sad, upset. "I am still a virgin," she spoke to his face. He smiled, 'I can fix that.' He stood and strod to her. He enveloped her in his arms and kissed her hard. She gasped, allowing his tongue to dual with her own. He gradually pulled away. He smiled at her.
"Would I do that if I lied?" he inquired. She was unable to speak and only shook her head. "Good. Now I want to know who gave ths picture to you," he whispered.