XIII

Phantom of the operation

She was polishing her nails, sitting in an antique but restored white divan while two of her servants prepared a considerable amount of food in a dinner glass table next to her side. Fruits, vegetables, chicken, rice, Yahoo soda cans, gouda cheese cut in separated pieces, and pork. She looked at her fashion red bright dress that reached her ankles with a smile, and checked her combining red shoes. She also checked her white bra which had her picture of Curly Glammerthorpe at the center, resembling her beloved in her heart. 19-year-old Rhonda Wellington Lloyd chuckled at the thought of him, he was a midget when she first laid her eyes on him. His nerd glasses, his mouth full of dirty compliments at her, his messy hair, and his stupid riots at school because of him not getting what he wanted. She remembered him plotting against Principal Wartz because he got one month detention, breaking havoc at the cafeteria after he received soup on an orange plate and he wanted a blue one because he wouldn't recognize what he was eating, so he threw the plate at the kitchen lady, burning her. But the most scandal ever admitted, and what gave Rhonda his attention was because of her sudden compromise with Arnold. This would break him.

Curly would take out his heart, and would give her poetry outside her luxury mansion every night, dressed Shakesperean-like, and she would release the dogs, not caring if one of them would dismember him. That, until she would realize he was for her, and her only. Or maybe, because he would serve as the nutcase in any situation and would protect her.

But the sudden change in his appearance was what most hit her. He would grow up to match her size, his muscles also from going repeatedly to the gym ever since he knew about her and Arnold, and his acne would disappear. His break up with Lila was also another thing that made her realize she was jealous. Or maybe the sudden horror of knowing Lila was on drugs and alcohol and would not distinguish Curly from Sid.

True, Arnold was a great lover, a great companionship, the best boyfriend she ever had. But that wasn't enough. He felt she didn't represent a big deal for him, and she felt dishonored, and disrespected. Her last conversation with him was that he wanted someone less confrontational and a little less naïve. And a little more poor. Like she was going to be someone more like that! Her polished nail broke from the sudden anger she felt about Arnold. "Aww damn it!", she cried as she saw her nail.

A butler appeared suddenly and made a reverence. "Master Glammerthorpe is coming this way, Ma'am", he said, as he bowed down.

"Send him in!", she said, nervous as she was trying to replace her nail with a prosthetic one.

She glanced up to watch Curly in an angry state, each footstep he did was giving the floor an earthquake. What was wrong with him?

"I find your denounces against the football headed guy unacceptable!", he said, raising his index finger in the air.

Rhonda was taken aback by this sudden statement. But she quickly recover, giving him a smile. "And why is that, my dear Thadeus?".

Curly returned her gaze with a glare. "It is because that means you show him interest, while I have to watch and suffer through all the legal battle! You will eventually drop in his arms, and marry and have kids!".

Rhonda gasped as her heart skipped a beat, while she listened in silence. He was so dumb thinking she would get herself in someone else's arms just like that, but his confirmation about his jealousy was cute... for her state of mind.

"I would be the laughing douchebag of all my friends and associates!", he said, as he dropped to his knees in weird motion. "The chaos, the ruins, the headaches!", he pleaded to the wall. He turned normal this time, got up to his feet, snorted, and gave her a piece of his mind. "Besides, you have all the attention you need, all this-", he said as he extended his arms and looked about, "-PALACE, this huge house, owned actually by your adoptive parents, and you have ME! And you don't actually need some crummy old house, nor money. You just have to live your eternal life of beauty without any worries and that's it!".

She shot him a look of understanding, but as she spoke, her voice was full of venom and despise. "You don't think I did not know that? That I'm dumb? Listen to yourself, Thadeus, thinking I was going to care about some stupid old house that once belonged to some old creeps! No. It IS about Arnold alright, but this Arnold I knew was always the voice of reason, the competition for my goals, he had always had his house to invite anyone who he wanted and he always gave me the lecture of how racist I became and how crude I was, and that I needed to change my habits! I won't deny his grandparents died, that he's an orphan, now that his life is going down the toilet, yeah, I would forget about that. But he messed up with my style of life! And I want compensation for that insulting piece of shit!".

Curly shook his head, and sighed. "Rhonda, Rhonda, Rhonda… You're more intelligent than getting mad over a simple remark! Besides, you just dated the guy for two weeks!".

Rhonda pulled his collar, and he was nose to nose with her. "Two weeks and I took a glance and THAT house is ours! For us. We will not have to depend on my mom and dad to buy us anything!".

Curly gulped. "But-but, it's hideous planning!".

She shrugged. "And I could make some reforms!".

"But, what about the neighborhood? Shouldn't they be pissed off?", he asked.

"I took care of the neighborhood. I gave the courage to Oskar Kokoshka to turn the boarding house against Arnold. And he didn't even knew about it!", she stated.

"I…", he sighed. "Rhonda, you're going too far.". He approached and sat below her, and took her hands in his. He caressed her hair, which she accepted. "Forget about the whole thing. Don't get pissed off because someone told you to be different. Think about me, think about how I don't give a damn!".

"Well, then you shouldn't give a damn either about the whole Arnold business, 'cause it's none of yours, really!", she replied, taking a handful of grapes.

Curly grabbed the grapes, and saying a "Let me!", as he offered himself to put them in her mouth.

"Besides, thanks to this, I'm getting US a house!", she said, again, proudly.

As he dropped another grape in her mouth, he thought he should still reconsider. "But you're taking him out on the streets!".

"He deserves that! Besides, what good would the world have with an annoying football headed brat going around the streets giving advice to others and being a stupid goody-two-shoes? Who fucking cares? I don't!".

"Exactly my point! You're being too obsessive".

"Do you have any other ideas, my love?".

"Buy the house", he stated, matter-of-factly.

Rhonda blinked for a few seconds. Then she burst out laughing, uncontrollably. "That's hilarious! You're so funny! Why would I spend my allowance in… something… SO OLD?! AHAHA!", she was crying of laughter and gasping for air.

"Do what you want, but I'm going to inform Arnold that I'm not part of this!", he said.

She stopped laughing, as she recovered on the spot, and dried her tears. "You wouldn't dare!", she snarled.

"I would, certainly", he nodded curtly.

Rhonda was taken aback again. She thought he was going serious, but a man like him without the woman of his dreams would certainly shred into millions of pieces. She played in her most convincing and sexy voice. "Well, you aren't serious, are you? You know you wouldn't resist not having ME, and my body at your full service!", she cackled, as she ran a hand down her waist.

The thought of need ran through Curly's brain as he watched Rhonda being a beautiful hotty, playing the devil herself, but still, hot. He shook his head no, as his tongue stuck out and in from his mouth like a dog. Smoke ran from his ears, and his head boiled. He grabbed her with his strong grip and started kissing her neck, then bited playfully her ear, which gave her tickles. He could hear her moan when he started caressing a boob. He couldn't take it anymore, so his lips were on hers, in full passion, as his hands ran through all her body. He was touching her perfect curves, and ruffling her hair, while she enjoyed it.

Rhonda, with gasps of moan and lack of air from the heat, glanced at Curly and smiled playfully. "So, are you still mad at me for what I have done?", she said, as she pouted, innocently.

He stopped kissing her for a second and raised an eyebrown. A few seconds of silence passed. "Oh, what the heck, you're delicious, Rhonda my dear!", he replied, as he continued where he left off.