R e d + R e d + R o s e : Chpt. One : The Master Pimp
Diary Entry: 0053 Date : 02-03-05
"See ya around Quistis!"
I don't think so. Talk about trying too hard, that guy needs some lessons in Players 101. I suppose any other tart would be flattered to have guys chasing after you and trying to hook up with you 24/7, but not me. At least I can admit to being a bitch though, it's not like I'm in denial. Sometimes I just wish I could smash them all into a locker and forget about them, but that wouldn't make my problem go away either. Problem? Is it really a problem? I should be happy that it's so easy for me to get a damn boyfriend and yet here I am, as contemplative and tightass-y as usual, obsessing over things and constantly turning them over in my mind. I actually brought home my textbooks to attempt to do homework, if it's even worthy of being called homework. I could do those supposedly "advanced" science questions back in grade five and that is exactly why I should get out of here and apply to that other academy. I don't have anyone or anything here holding me back, except the fact that attending the academy for only a year cost one thousand bloody dollars, which is the most ridiculous thing I've heard of. I thought that schools were founded to help children learn, not profit off of us.
Quistis signed off of her online journal and stared blankly at the monitor, which was now displaying her boring, old desktop. She drummed her fingers on her desk and thought of what she should do next. Looking at her clock she noticed it was almost time to make dinner and catch another episode of Slayers.
She honestly could not think of a reason why she even bothered watching television, the dubbing on the anime shows was much too often horrendous and half of the plots were too odd and outlandish to describe. That was exactly why she didn't pay for cable, it just wasn't worth it. She found that a lot of things were not "worth it" when you had to pay for them yourself with money you could be using for tuition expenses in university the following year or paying the rent. Living alone wasn't all it was cracked up to be, aside from having the freedom to make a mess and not be scolded to clean it up or be grounded. The thought was slightly amusing…grounded…it was generally a punishment for younger children however her last foster mother had grounded her without even considering that it was ineffective and not logical. She didn't enjoy leaving clothes all over her floor or never doing her chores however it was mostly the fact that she didn't give a damn about the house and wanted out so badly that it was painful.
Zell…she rolled the name around on her tongue and thought about him, the first guy that had honestly not wanted to lie down with her the second minute into a conversation. It was actually not that bad, now if only she could find a guy that she was attracted to who would do the same, by now Quistis knew that would be like hoping for a miracle though.
Pushing the thought out of her mind and willing herself to hop out of the computer chair and walk over to the kitchen, she saw that her cat was standing on the table and giving her shoujo eyes, it was the cat's way of telling her that he was hungry.
"I know I forgot to feed you yesterday, I'm sorry but I had a report to hand in for English that we were assigned to two weeks ago."
She opened the small fridge door and took out a can of cat food and an instant dinner. Popping the cat's food in the automatic can-opener and placing her own dinner in the microwave to warm up, Quistis sighed and set the timer while watching the cat rub up against her bare leg. The can was open now and she scooped its contents into a small dish before setting it down for the hungry animal who greedily began devouring it. Meanwhile, the timer had gone off on the microwave and she spun over to it, took her dinner out and grabbed a spoon from on top of the counter before going into her small den and flicking on the TV
"In other, local news, there was a drive-by shooting-"
Wasn't it possible to even click on the television without hearing about some horrible tragedy? She changed the channel.
"Surround yourself with the luxury of-"
Stupid commercials.
"Bonjour, et bienvue a TeleFrancais. Je m'apelle-"
As much as she enjoyed her language classes, she disliked watching foreign shows.
"Please…just leave me alone!"
A young woman in her late teens wearing barely anything was running up a staircase and being chased by a cloaked villain, Quistis sighed and was about to change the channel to the network that Slayers was on, but the phone rang. She got off the couch and went to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Quistis…You look absolutely stunning in that loose tee-shirt and-"
"Who is this?" Her voice came out annoyed and she scowled.
"Who do you think, hoe?"
"Seifer, if you call me one more bloody time I will personally rip off your-"
"You sound so pleased to hear from me."
"I can't believe that you were spying on me, you're the sickest bastard I've ever come to know and a sad excuse for a want-to-be pimp."
"Is that so?"
"Fuck you."
She would have slammed the phone after hanging it up but because it was a cordless that just wasn't possible. It rang again.
"What the hell do you want now?" She asked, enraged.
"I want you to come and see me outside."
"There is no way that I am coming outside, at sub-arctic temperatures in a tee-shirt and undergarments. Go bother one of your sluts, I'm sure you have quite a selection to choose from. The way you boast about your social life…"
"C'mon, just slip on a jacket and a skirt and I'll see you outside or you could be nice enough to let me in."
His voice was low and husky.
"Why can't you just stop bothering me?"
"Because I find myself more and more attracted to you everyday."
"I'm going to ignore that comment, I suggest you hang up now unless you want to be taken away from my apartment in a police cruiser for stalking and harassing me."
"Stalking? Harassing? I'm just trying to have a conversation with you and all you're doing is insulting me. I'm freezing out here and my house is around fifteen blocks away, let me come in for a while."
"With whom?"
"I'm all alone, I came just to be with you."
She could tell he was probably smiling at the other end of the phone.
"Why can't you drive home?" She was desperate for an excuse not to allow him in now.
"No gas and no wheels tonight, my car's in the shop."
"I'll bet it is."
She hung up once again but this time buzzed him up after biting her lip and yelling at herself mentally for allowing herself to be played.
She honestly did not know why she put up with the idiot, he was definitely not the kind of person she wanted to associate with and he bothered her to the extreme. However, there was something about him, perhaps she was curious as to how a person could possibly have an IQ in negative integers. Without bothering to think it over any longer, she rounded the corner to her bedroom and grabbed a skirt from the floor, sliding it up her legs and over her small hips. Reaching for a tank top, she threw off the baggy shirt she was wearing, with her free hand, and proceeded to pull the tank top over her head and around her upper torso. Then, carefully, she pulled on a pair of fishnets and stretched them over her legs, up to her waistline.
Examining herself carefully in the mirror, she hiked the skirt up a bit before reaching for her lip gloss of choice and finished brushing it over her lips just as there was a knock at the door.
Quistis walked over to the doorway and stared at the doorknob for a moment before forcing herself to open it and staring into the eyes of the imbecile she had just got off the phone with.
"You look striking, better then any of the other ladies that I have working on the corners."
He had an English accent as well and his voice was deep.
"I'm guessing that I should take that as a complement." She moved aside, letting him in before slamming the door.
"Same as usual, immaculate to the point where I can honestly say that it frightens me."
"You see, there's this task that's called cleaning and-"
"Save it. How much will I have to pay you to work at my friend's pub?"
"You won't have to pay me anything because you know I'll turn down the offer as usual."
"Will you? This job is different, no sex, drugs, or drinking involved. All you have to do is carry drinks to tables and maybe give a few smiles to a few drunks playing pool."
He walked into the living room, sat down on the loveseat and motioned for her to sit beside him.
"I have a job already."
"What? Working on that stupid Internet as a webmaster? Come on, we're talking about real money here."
She dropped down beside him and allowed him to put his arm around her while fiddling around with the remote control with the other.
"You know what that's going to lead do, eventually I'll get promoted and then I'll just have to quit and disappoint you again."
"I'll be calling the shots this time, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"Why me, then?"
"My dear Quistis, you know how much I love you."
She scoffed at the comment and lowered her eyes.
"What's there to think about? Clean money, good hours, no pressure."
"I don't know. I can't say that I want to get into anything right now. I'm perfectly satisfied with my current job." She looked up at him, pleading him to stop however he just stared back at her, making her look away again.
"At least toss the idea over. Jobs on the Internet aren't stable, one week you're working on a website, the next week you have no customers and you find yourself sleeping in a stranger's bed for cash to pay for food and bills."
"Hardly. If it makes you happy, I'll give the idea some consideration but that's IT."
"That's all I'm asking, he moved closer to her and lowered his mouth to hers while placing his hand on her leg. Normally, she would give into it and let him have his way, but she had promised herself that it would end, no matter how attracted she felt to him, it wasn't fair to herself to be suckered in like this. She moved his hand away from her leg and only responded to his kiss for only a brief moment before pulling away and staring at him.
"You should go now."
"Is that how you're going to be tonight?"
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I don't feel like it."
"It? Who ever said that I wanted to do it anyway?"
"You certainly implied it by feeling up my thigh."
"Relax, it's only PG tonight, I promise."
She narrowed her eyebrows shook her head.
"I'm tired, I was up all night yesterday doing an assignment, I'll talk to you tomorrow at my locker."
He stood up and shook his head, annoyed at her apparent lack of interest towards him.
"Fine, but you had better come up with a decision by then."
"Would you rather I just turn you down right here and now?"
"Why are you so cruel and cold to me?"
"I'm the exact opposite and you know it. I'm only trying to look out for myself. I'm sorry if that disappoints you."
"Alright, I'll talk to you soon then." He walked over to the door and shut it behind himself.