Not Interested (Linden.)

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda was more than excited to bring her class notes to the small Greek restaurant. It was relatively unknown in town, and was near to her parent’s house, another place she couldn’t study. School at this time of year was packed with students at any time of the day, and her usual study nooks were taken up by people who felt the need to complain over studying instead of actually doing so. The brunette had ordered a lamb wrap and told her server to keep the coffee coming, up until the point he simply left a butler at her table.

Sipping at her coffee, Miranda decided it might be a good idea to just keep coming back here when she needed to study for finals. There was plenty of space for her books, and next to no people. It was also very clean, and the brunette wouldn’t have been able to eat here if it wasn’t. Nibbling at her wrap delicately, her grey eyes were on the geology textbooks before her, advanced calculus underneath that once she was done learning about the earth.

The set of eyes on her went unnoticed, as she was totally engrossed with her studies, even after said person had sat down. He was giving her a silly grin and Miranda only stared for a moment before speaking. “Do I know you?” She asked in a monotone voice, clearly uninterested. He seemed vaguely familiar, perhaps he was in one of her many classes, but she usually didn’t pay attention to people in general. There was absolutely nobody else in the restaurant, so why he chose to sit with her was beyond her imagination. They weren’t friends as far as she could remember, unless they had met at some party; that would explain a lot.

The server came by at that point, an empty cup of coffee in his hand. “Party of two then?” He asked, a pleasant smile on his face.

[Linden McKay]

Linden was looking for a piece of ass to keep him busy. A bit harsh? Yes, but that was the truth. He hadn't had a hot girl (or guy) in a while and his flirting was at an all time low. Not something he was proud of. In fact, he was afraid he was losing his charm. His friends had decided to take him out in hopes of finding him a babe with a nice body and a nice rack (or so that's what they told him).

The truth? They were here to find a girl that wouldn't look in Linden's direction ever. After losing so many bets to the technopath, they'd almost given up. But not yet. No today would be the day he lost one of those many bets. Linden was unaware of their ideas until he'd been sitting at a table with them, away from everyone else, but with a good view of who came in. Linden was facing the opposite direction, watching his friends with a raised eyebrow. What was with them anyway? Wasn't he the one who was supposed to look for a chick?

"Lin, we've brought you here for a little bet," One of them started with a smirk. Linden frowned, totally unamused.

"Really boys? Another bet? Haven't I taken enough of your money and aren't all of you doing at least one of my history assignments?" He said with a small smirk at the group.

"Oh c'mon McKay. You know you can't turn down a good bet. Just listen to what it is first and then you can decide." Another boy said with a wicked half-smile for the rest of them. "I bet you can't get that girl over there in bed with you by the end of tonight." They all started laughing when they saw him point to a girl with a large load of books filed around her.

Linden along with them, "Wow, okay boys. You've got a deal. Winner has to wear a dress and parade around the Uni for a full 24 hours." He smirked and stood up, fixing his Hollister shirt and ran his fingers through his white-gold hair. With a wink to his friends he turned and made his way to the table with the bookworm. She had potential to be attractive...maybe.

He slid into the seat across from her and put on his best flirty smirk he could manage. She looked up at him and his smirk grew. "Not yet, but you will." Linden said in a quiet and slightly seductive purr. He looked up at the waiter and his smile changed to a polite one, "I'll have a Bud Light please." He said softly, then focused back on the girl.

The lack of personality emanating from her only amused him more. He'd definitely be able to get through this one. He made girls melt with his charm, it would be easy (or not).

[Miranda Suery]

Unfortunately for Linden, Miranda didn’t have much in terms of a ‘rack’. She was rather slight and barely there at all, especially if she were to take off her long coat, which was probably taking up more breathing room than she was. The girl had pretty low self-esteem but she didn’t act like it. Truly the only thing she thought was pretty about her, was her eyes and striking face. But that didn’t really make it pretty, merely interesting.

Linden had answered for her before she could protest, her eyebrows raised at this boy’s attitude. She was going to recommend a nearby bar if he was here to drink, but she didn’t have the gall to do so. Miranda tended to simply think her nasty thoughts and leave it at that. His pick up line was pathetic, and the girl looked down at her notebook as though it could be her saving grace. The blonde didn’t seem to be going anywhere though, and a small part of her would have to accept that. She glanced at the table where a few other guys were sitting and glancing their way every once in a while. This was probably some big joke, that’s usually how she was perceived anyways.

Not a word had been spoken between the two of them before the server came back, giving the pair a strange look at he put down the beer. “How’s the wrap?” He asked Miranda, trying to break the obvious tension. “Delicious, thank you,” she said with a small smile before he walked away. He wasn’t the only one who was finding this whole situation quite odd. The boys huddled in a small group were giggling now, and Mira could feel her face flush. She had finals in a couple days and this was the last thing she needed – so much for this place being quiet.

She could feel herself snapping a little as she fidgeting on the cushioned seat, not daring to look up at the boy lest she yell at him to get out of her god damn place. Instead she took out her cell phone, checking it in case someone needed her. If he thought she was going to go ga-ga over him, she had honestly seen better – and slept with better. Those who were cocky to start tended not to be the same in the bedroom.

[Linden McKay]

Linden wasn't really sure how well this would go. He'd been out of practice and the girl had the expression of a rock. Her body was covered by a long jacket and he couldn't really make out if she had a hot bod or if there would be no physical attraction whatsoever. Her personality sort of sucked as of right now, most girls would at least have snapped at him if they were offended by his presence. She wouldn't even look at him. Wtf?

He leaned back in his seat and looked around. His friends were all giggling like school girls and he rolled his eyes. Hell, she'd given the damn waiter more of a glance than she'd given him. (Though the waiter did have a nice ass, but that was beside the point.)

Linden frowned, "Well this was fun." He said shortly as he stood up, "Damn I hope I can pull off a dress..." He muttered just loud enough for her to hear, though he didn't expect her to stop him. As cocky as Linden came off sometimes, he really wasn't. Arrogance irritated him and though when he flirted he seemed like a prick, once he actually opened up, he was one of the nicest guys people would meet.

Not that his friends in the booth would know that, but some people did. "Sorry for bothering you, my friends over there sorta bet me and I was dumb enough to go along with it. So I hope you have a nice day." He smiled half-heartedly at her and shoved his hands in his pocket as he turned to walk away.

He was hoping that his politeness would pay off, but he doubted it. The girl didn't really seem like the type to stop a guy like him from walking away. As he looked at her face, he realized she was definitely good looking. Maybe her body wasn't as 'curvy' as he usually went for, but he was open to try new things.

As he slowly made his way back to his table he frowned deeply. Who knew what kind of dress they'd make him wear...?

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda was a tricky girl. Her personality was nil to start, but what she lacked in social situations she more than made up for in the bedroom. She simply wasn't one to broadcast such a boast, nor was she one to speak her mind. If she was thinking ill of you, there was no way you would be able to tell. It was simply easier and less painful for people to walk away and think what they might of her. Her life would go on, so would theirs.

She could tell he was feeling defeated the moment the drink was placed down. Whatever was going on between him and his buddies was going to end sooner than he thought, she just knew it. And sure enough, he stood up and confessed to what the whole ordeal was about. Truly, she shouldn't have thought he thought she was pretty enough to talk to. It had all been some kind of set up. Mira certainly wouldn't have described it as 'fun'.

They were both secretly nice young adults, living in a reality that had been created for them. It was a shame really.

So she broke through that reality and reached for a dream as her slender fingers nicked his wrist slightly after he apologized. He had gone from cocky asshole to gentle, almost sweet. She had gone from quiet bitch to considerate. He wasn't lying, and for once, he was appealing to her interest, something most guys couldn't muster.

"You can sit with me if you want to," she said, glancing at the boys at the table who were watching them curiously. They hadn't won just yet. "What's the bet?" Miranda asked quietly, assuming that if they knew she knew, all bets would be off. Part of her didn't want this blonde to lose and she didn't know why.

[Linden McKay]

Linden looked down at her his eyes turned questioning. When he glanced back up he saw his friends looking at them, watching. He put on a small smile and looked back at her. Was she really about to save his ass? It seemed highly unlikely, but he'd witnessed crazier things.

He winked at his friends in show, just to make sure they would know the bet was still going. When he sat back down, his expression changed again. This time his expression was gentle and slightly embarrassed. "It's stupid really, the fact that I went along with it just proves how much of a moron I am." He rubbed the back of his neck as he lowered his voice so only she'd hear.

Linden leaned in slightly and cleared his throat, "They bet me that my charms would work on you and that I could have you in bed with me by the end of the night. I'm usually better at flirting, but I'm sort of outta practice. And the loser has to wear a dress around the University for 24 hours straight." He winced at the image of him in a scantily clad dress. He knew that's what his friends would choose for him. They were cruel. Then again...he'd do the same.

"I understand if you don't want to help me. Really, I don't blame you. I think I can withstand wearing a dress for one day." He looked down and frowned, "Maybe..."

The look on his face was that of a hurt puppy. He was definitely hoping she'd agree to at least go through the motions. Leave with him and say that they did something. He didn't care if they did or not, though he wouldn't complain if they did. After all it had been...OVER A WEEK! That was a record (apart from the time of birth til he lost is v-card).

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda wasn’t totally heartless, and she could use the study break. She even mustered up a small smile at the blonde, which prettied up her angular face. She was curious now, surely he would indulge her.

She leaned in closer also as he did, watching the other boys as he told her what was going on. A soft smile spread across her face when she glanced back. She could go along with it also. Miranda was a good actress when she wanted to be, so she laughed a little obnoxiously as though the boy told her what was truly going on. His group looked at each other as though they had just lost something. Maybe like a bet.

“You don’t seem like a moron to me, you look like a winner,” she smiled softly before glancing back at her books. Linden wasn’t the only one who knew how to soften up good looking suitors. “I think a group full of young men wearing dresses would be funnier than just one,” she looked suggestively at the boy, tilting her head to the side to eye him up. If he wanted a one night stand, that would suit her just fine. It would all depend how quick he was on the up take.

Miranda bit her bottom lip and glanced at the group, who were paying close attention. Would he be able to keep her interested during her study break? “I have to use the washroom,” she said then, before scooting out from her seat, letting her fingertips slide over his arm before she passed him and entered said washroom. He was meant to join her for some fun, if he was so interested.

[Linden McKay]

Linden smirked at her acting skills. Not bad, at all. He risked a look over her shoulder to the group of guys. The looks on their faces told Linden that they were hoping he'd be extremely kind when he picked out the dresses for them. This bet was in the bag. A very full bag at that. He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head.

He smiled genuinely at her and locked eyes with her, "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." He laughed quietly and cleared his throat. One night stand here he comes.

As she stood up he gave her a once over. The girl had a nice ass, not much in the rack category, but he could get past that. Her fingers brushed along his arm and he smirked wider. His eyes met those of his friends and they all looked defeated. Linden however looked smug. He winked at his friends before standing up and following her after a few minutes.

Hell, maybe he'd get lucky and make this a regular thing. FWB perhaps? Eh, unlikely. She didn't seem like that type of girl. There was definitely no serious relationship on the horizon, he was not that type of guy. Too many feelings involved. And he didn't share feelings with anybody.

Linden made his way into the bathroom and looked back over his shoulder once more, "So how long is this going to take?" He asked sort of loudly just for his friends to hear.

[Miranda Suery]

Linden was starting to seem pretty cocky again, to which Miranda raised a simple eyebrow. He didn’t win anything that big, nor accomplish anything that difficult. He could’ve been some random guy just sitting down and hitting on her, and she still would’ve slept with him, bet or not.

The girl locked the door behind him and promptly approached him, and without saying a word, kissed his lips tenderly. Feelings weren’t her thing either, but this, this she could do. It was exciting and different every time and she wouldn’t admit it but she enjoyed showing off.

Miranda pulled away only for a moment to speak, “Not too long, I still need to study,” she said as she took both of his hands and dragged him into one of the stalls. She would need support and leverage. There was no point in locking this door too, so the brunette unzipped her coat and let it fall to the floor, her grey eyes holding just a bit of spark.

He would more than win the bet. He would learn the language she spoke best.

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They didn’t know each other’s names, and they still didn’t when she walked out of the bathroom door, looking quite the same as she did before. Unlike glorified movies, the girl didn’t always have her clothes askew and hair a mess after such an encounter as the one she just had.

Miranda sat at her booth once more, the guys at the table had left, and the waiter approached her then. “Those boys said you would handle the bill,” he said, slapping down the receipt and walking away. She frowned deeply. It was a bunch of alcohol and what she had actually consumed.

The sex had been good, but this? This was inexcusable. Panicking a bit, Miranda stood up suddenly and wondered what to do, deciding that the only option was to pay up, and never let this happen again. One got her body, the others free drinks. This was not how she operated.

[Linden McKay]

Linden walked out of the bathroom and ran his fingers through his hair. Damn. That was all he had to say about the previous...events. She wasn't bad, not bad at all. Despite the lack of rack, she made up for it to say the least.

He looked around for his group and noticed they'd left. Of course. Now that they'd lost, they were dreading seeing him again. Next time they saw Linden, he'd be choosing their attire for a full 24 hours of humiliation. Victory was sweet, but when he heard they'd left the bill for his one night stand partner to pay for a frown fell upon his lips. It didn't surprise him, not really. His friends were a bunch of dicks (they had to make up for the size in someway). They made their dates pay for themselves and didn't even allow the girl to at least have some fun.

Linden however, was the nice guy type. Sure, he used girls for his own pleasure, but he never lied about it. He never agreed to be in a committed relationship because he knew it wouldn't work for him. But if he took a girl out, he paid for both meals and at least took the girl out to do what she wanted before they got down and dirty.

As he walked over to her his eyes were angry and his frown deepened, "You aren't going to pay for them. I will. They're just trying to get revenge in some small way because they're pissed they lost. I'm really sorry about that." He spoke with a genuine disliking of the situation. How could some men be so incredibly rude sometimes? Was it in their genetic make-up or something? Linden himself knew he could be rude, but he at least apologized for it.

No wonder those guys couldn't get any girls in bed with them. Amateurs.

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda’s eyes were down as she searched through her purse for her wallet. All those drinks would eat up her tips, maybe even part of her paycheck. She was searing mad as her delicate fingers picked through her ones, counting them out. She may not have been the romantic type, but this was beyond a practical joke. And she wasn’t about to let the owner of this small business pay for it himself by ditching on the bill too. That, and she wanted to come back here to study again, and hopefully next time she wouldn’t run into any assholes.

The blonde approached her then and a few choice words formulated in her mind to say, but he beat her to it. A surprised look crossed her face. “Really?” She asked. “So that hadn’t been...” Miranda grinned a bit, and raised her hand. “Never mind, I don’t need to know.” The brunette was tempted to go dress shopping with him suddenly, perhaps film the event for her later viewing pleasure. Instead she closed her wallet and gathered her things, preparing for her walk back home.

“Thank you,” she said, looking the boy in the eyes, the ones she had stared at openly only moments before during casual sex. Then, because he had been honest, and was paying for his friend’s alcohol, (and she was feeling overly generous), she wrote down her cell phone number on a napkin along with her name and tucked it into his jacket pocket. “You could use some new friends.” And with that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and began her long walk home with a small smile on her face. That boy had given her hope for the male species.

This could be a regular thing, something without strings attached. It was a physical thing only, something Miranda was used to. No feelings attached, nothing more than sex. It was all men wanted, right?