Post by krista on May 13, 2011 8:10:45 GMT -7
Picking up her pale blue tank top off the floor, Alma turned her back to the babbling idiot, and slipped it on over her head. She didn’t know where her bra was, not like she really cared; let the loser keep it as a trophy if he wanted.
“…….was wonderful. Maybe we could go out for dinner sometime? I know a really nice place out near Snohomish….”
“Hmm?” She answered absent mindedly, slipping on her jeans and searching for her other sandal that had somehow disappeared during the night. Dropping to her hands and knees, she reached under the bed with one arm, feeling around for the missing footwear. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”
“Really?” Fucking Christ, his eye were probably lighting up right now like some retard that just won the lottery. What colour were they? Brown, grey, green? Not like she’d been paying attention. “I’m done my exams for this term, are you? I could swing by your room tonight around seven if that works.”
Alma’s slender fingers closed around the strap as soon as she felt the smooth fabric of her designer sandal. “I’m sorry, what?” She shot him a brief, confused look before standing up again and leaning one hip against the wall. Fiddling with the snap, she slipped it on her foot and did up buckle. “What do you want?”
“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner….” His voice was quickly becoming dejected; he’d probably been through this before. Not with anyone like her, she would have guessed, he wasn’t THAT much of a looker. He had his Daddy’s credit card though, with a high enough limit to ensure his attractiveness, if the sandals and purse he had bought her had anything to say about it.
“Umm… no.” She said, quashing the sadistic grin before it even made its way to her lips. “You’re a nice guy…. Um…. Mark, but don’t kid yourself, it wouldn’t work out.”
“It’s Matthew.” He nearly spat, his hurt pride bubbling to the surface. Alma grinned, this was the fun part. “So what was yesterday?”
Alma walked towards the door, gracefully. She didn’t enjoy just pulling out the knife, it was way more entertaining to twist it. “A fun day out on the town.”
“You used me.”
Pausing on her way to exit, the young woman stopped, turning her head just enough to see Mark…. Matthew, out of the corner of her eye. “Nuh uh. You got some arm candy and a fun night. It was a fair trade.”
He opened his mouth to retort, but Alma narrowed her eyes and held up a hand to stop him. “If you don’t think you got treated fair, just look at yourself. You think without money you’d ever be able to satisfy someone like me?”
His faltering expression and silence answered the question for the both of them.
With the airy laugh that captivated him yesterday, Alma slipped out the door.
“Yeah, I thought so.”
“…….was wonderful. Maybe we could go out for dinner sometime? I know a really nice place out near Snohomish….”
“Hmm?” She answered absent mindedly, slipping on her jeans and searching for her other sandal that had somehow disappeared during the night. Dropping to her hands and knees, she reached under the bed with one arm, feeling around for the missing footwear. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”
“Really?” Fucking Christ, his eye were probably lighting up right now like some retard that just won the lottery. What colour were they? Brown, grey, green? Not like she’d been paying attention. “I’m done my exams for this term, are you? I could swing by your room tonight around seven if that works.”
Alma’s slender fingers closed around the strap as soon as she felt the smooth fabric of her designer sandal. “I’m sorry, what?” She shot him a brief, confused look before standing up again and leaning one hip against the wall. Fiddling with the snap, she slipped it on her foot and did up buckle. “What do you want?”
“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner….” His voice was quickly becoming dejected; he’d probably been through this before. Not with anyone like her, she would have guessed, he wasn’t THAT much of a looker. He had his Daddy’s credit card though, with a high enough limit to ensure his attractiveness, if the sandals and purse he had bought her had anything to say about it.
“Umm… no.” She said, quashing the sadistic grin before it even made its way to her lips. “You’re a nice guy…. Um…. Mark, but don’t kid yourself, it wouldn’t work out.”
“It’s Matthew.” He nearly spat, his hurt pride bubbling to the surface. Alma grinned, this was the fun part. “So what was yesterday?”
Alma walked towards the door, gracefully. She didn’t enjoy just pulling out the knife, it was way more entertaining to twist it. “A fun day out on the town.”
“You used me.”
Pausing on her way to exit, the young woman stopped, turning her head just enough to see Mark…. Matthew, out of the corner of her eye. “Nuh uh. You got some arm candy and a fun night. It was a fair trade.”
He opened his mouth to retort, but Alma narrowed her eyes and held up a hand to stop him. “If you don’t think you got treated fair, just look at yourself. You think without money you’d ever be able to satisfy someone like me?”
His faltering expression and silence answered the question for the both of them.
With the airy laugh that captivated him yesterday, Alma slipped out the door.
“Yeah, I thought so.”