Fat (Elina)

[Romeo Buckland]

If the first week of 2013 would be any indication, then Romeo’s fairly sure the rest of the year would be a blast.

Starting with New Year’s Eve, grabbing his own little crew with him – Chris, Leo and Cam mostly, tagging a few people here and there for some of the other nights – they went to party after party. He could barely remember anything that happened throughout that entire week, but that to the Irish boy only meant that, well, it had been a really great night. (The fact that he woke up with someone new in bed – or someone else’s bed – with little to no hangover was only icing on the gigantic cake). Sadly, as cliché as the line might sound, all good things must come and did come to an end.

Along with the end of the parties came the end of the no-hangover streak. Which meant that the boy was extremely cranky come Monday (mid)morning.

Miss Singleton, along with the rest of his teachers, reminding him of his missed requirements and how he should submit them soon or risk being held back again only served to make his mood even worse.

Which meant that by lunch time, he was all but ready to go hulk!smash on everyone.

Romeo didn’t normally eat in the cafeteria, but since neither Chris, Leo, Cam nor Fer were answering their phones and telling him were they were, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to stay in the crowded prison hall for a while. Besides, he hadn’t had breakfast yet and his stomach didn’t seem like it’d let him walk out the cafeteria to look for a good place to sit anyway. He scanned the place for an empty spot, and as luck would have it, there’s one just close by. And with an eyecandy sitting right across even.

“Hello slut,” he said as he placed his tray down, giving the girl a friendly wink (completely forgetting the girl’s disability; hopefully then the playful tone of his voice was enough to suggest he wasn’t using the word in a derogatory way), “Fancy seeing you here.” Without asking for permission, the Irish teen grabbed two Tater Tots and shoved them down his throat, even dipping them on the ketchup saucer the girl had with her. “You know you shouldn’t eat much of these. You’d get fat. Then you won’t be so hot anymore.”

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Elina hated the cafeteria. It was crowded and people were so incredible loud. Her ability wasn’t worth a cent in there and she practically had to reside to shutting her hearing off for the most part in order to keep sane. Not only that, but it also complicated her ‘sight’. There were too many vibrations at once and too much movement as well. Why was she eating lunch there, you ask? Probably because new clothes had been bought and it made her day by thinking everyone would take notice of just how fashionable she was. Half an hour in here should be enough. After that, the girl was going to get the hell out of there.

At least if it was up to her.

As a somewhat familiar voice reached both ears, able to locate the person in front of her, a smirk was quick to take over. Arms folded and rested on the edge of the table as she leaned forward ever so slightly, able to feel her own tray poking at the side of her arms. Elina didn’t speak. Not until she couldn’t hear him speaking with a stuffed mouth anymore. ”Is that what happened to you?” She retorted. Given the brunette was done eating anyway, her dish received a small shove towards him before that same hand was being used to support her head while focusing on Romeo again. ”I bet you’re offering to be my savior, mh? To save me from the downfall of getting fat?” Ellie did rely on a flawless metabolism, but since she was not hungry anymore, she might as well flatter his ego.

For a moment she was silent before speaking once more. ”So, Romeo” Head dipped slightly in her hand. ”What brings you here other than most probably trying to flatter yourself into my pants?” Hey, she couldn’t blame him. And since ‘slut’ appeared to be his teasing nickname for her, it might be a subtle hint as to what he was aiming for.

[Romeo Buckland]

Oh. And she bites. Well, he knew she had some kick in her, but this? God he knew he should’ve talked to her in class sooner.

“Yeah. Sad actually. I grew fat and pimply and ugly. Got braces and freckles too. Like Jacob over there.” He gave the thirteen year-old boy – who, unsurprisingly, fit the description – a haughty, cocky wave coupled with an ominous wink as he gobbled up another tater tot. The gestures, oddly enough, seemingly caught the boy in a trace, his eyes lingering at Romeo with what seemed to be fear for a few seconds – quite short, but long enough for him to trip and spill his spaghetti and chocolate milk all over an innocent girl’s dress, her bag, even on her books. A loud shriek then engulfed the whole cafeteria, followed by vicious name calling and the young kid running out the hall in tears. “Are you seeing this?” He meant no disrespect; figure of speech, that’s all. “Now I know why I still go to this damp, disgusting place at least once a week.”

Perfect way to distract him from his hangover, if he could say so himself. (The scream was a little bit uncomfortable though, but hey, the show was good enough to compensate for it).

“I caught Jacob sneak into the girls’ locker rooms to steal random underwear and jack off to it. Nasty stuff really. Paid me twenty bucks to keep my mouth shut.” He figured he had to explain why he had such power over the freshman. “Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, the tots. Fortunately for me, I developed a secondary power. Instant abs.” Romeo lifted his shirt up and showed Elina a third of his torso. “Oh wait, you really can’t see it can you. Here.” He promptly grabbed one of the girl’s hands and ran it across his abdomen, standing slightly so she didn’t have to reach out as much. “Magnificent no? Chris had always been jealous of that.”

He simply let out a small laugh when she said he’s trying to flatter his way into getting in her pants. “Babe, I don’t need to try. I’m actually here to ask you where Chris is. ‘Cause you know, you two had been spending an awful lot of time together lately.” He said those last few words slowly, his voice that of mock jealousy and suspicion. “I’m getting jealous.”

“You two aren’t an item yet, are you?”

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”Ah yes, exactly how I imagine you.” Was Elina’s retort as Romeo gave the description of himself, only to point out someone who appeared to look like him. If it would have mattered or if any importance was attached to it, the girl might have bothered to turn her head. She didn’t even considered it until the stumbling about and the voice of a displeased girl could be heard. Ellie didn’t have to see to mentally picture the situation at hand, and it brought a smile to her lips. It did develop into a small grimace as Romeo spoke up again though, not even wanting to think about that. ”And you made twenty bucks profit since you aren’t holding on to your part of the deal, mh?” Given they pretty much didn’t know each other, she could only imagine to how many other people he had already spilled Jacob’s dirty little secret.

What did catch her in surprise was when Romeo tugged one of her hands from under her chin. What the? Then again, the brunette didn’t protest or mumble a complaint as soon as her hand landed upon his abdomen. For a moment she wanted to compliment the guy, but he was too eager to compare himself to Chris. She considered to pop the bubble of his ego, but instead opted to use a gentle approach. ”Had. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have reason to be jealous anymore.” God no, that boy’s body was perfect as it was and she was more than happy to confirm it. If it was Romeo’s business, but it wasn’t, so.

Sitting back as he let go of her hand, Elina smirked. Did he realize how entertaining this was to the girl? ”Then why are you still trying, mh?” If he didn’t have to try, this clearly was a waste of his time. Just like asking her where Chris was. If she knew, she wouldn’t be here right now. But hey, might as well make this handsome one in front of her more jealous than he already seemed to be. As his question hit her ears, she smirked and rested crossed arms on the time, slightly leaning forward on them as if she were going to tell him a little secret.

”Wouldn’t you like to know?” She purred. They weren’t an item, and she didn’t expect them to ever be since both were so fond of their freedom and the no-strings-attached rule. But hey, let Romeo had his suspicions. ”I can tell you, however, that we make very good use of the time spent together.” With a glowing smile, Elina sat back and eventually lifted shoulders in a shrug. ”I don’t know where he is though, so I guess you’ll get going again?” Seeing that was the only reason, according to him, why he had approached her.

[Romeo Buckland]

“And counting,” answered Romeo with a smirk, followed soon after with one of his trademark cheesy winks. Then he remembered (to an extent; it just slipped his mind) that Elina was blind. (A fact he discovered only recently; Chris was slightly agitated when he gave a surprised expression really. Then again, it might be because Romeo said that her blindness would explain why she’s so keen on messing with his best friend a lot lately and that he’d do his best to teach her what she’s been missing spending so much time with Chris and not much with him). A reorganization of tactics was in order then. Thankfully he’s not too opposed with improvising here and there. “So I just winked at you. Which, if you saw, would’ve made you drop your panties already. Unless of course you’re one of those girls who’re the type not to wear one. Which in this case, hot.”

He plopped the last of the tater tots in his mouth and downed his chocolate milk before continuing. “You see, I ‘accidentally’ tell people about poor Jacob’s situation and when it comes back to him, I tell him that ‘Oops! I’m sorry. Give me another twenty and I assure you my trap’s shut’. You just have to love these freshmen. So gullible.” He’s around a hundred and sixty bucks richer at the moment. “So if you’d like to help the ‘Romeo Charity Fund’, feel free to chastise the poor boy when you see him.”

“Aww. Fully supportive of Chris. How cute. You sure you two aren’t a thing yet? I mean, you’re starting to sound like Chris already put a ring on that finger.” If he was in a quest to completely win over the girl, he’d be frustrated by now; but he wasn’t. Despite the rivalry, Chris was still his best friend and Romeo always lived with the whole ‘bros before hoes’ thing. He just wanted to try – so to speak – and see why he’s so crazy about her (and as it seemed, she to him). She did offer him a ‘date’ should he bid the right price on her after all. “And babe, I’m not trying. Not yet.”

Another wink, which he realized was lost on her. Habits die hard, damn.

“You sure? He kind of has my History term paper and I need it for next class. Sucks.” More like Chris was the one who got it from his brother’s friend. Maybe he should just skip that class (again) then. He’d rather endure ten minutes of scolding from Mr. Tonaya than an entire period that begins with aforementioned scolding, followed by occasional sideway glances and possibly him being picked on during class discussion (about a reading he has no idea what on). Model student right here really. “I’ll just stop by the auditorium before class probably. Jessica says she can’t tutor me with Calculus at lunch too and I figured the only times she’d bail on me during lunch is when Chris texted her for a booty call. Damn, the dressing room’s going to stink again.”

Whether such claims were true or not, Romeo wasn’t really saying. He just wanted to gauge how the brunette would react honestly.

Unfortunately(?) for Elina, Romeo always had a backup plan. There’s a second, third and even fourth order of business, if he’s feeling particularly motivated. “Oh well. I’ll just hunt him down. Anyway, you have a partner for that dissection and protein project for Mr. McQueen’s class? Tommy bailed on me ‘cause Lisa finally agreed to be his girlfriend and apparently law dictates you bail on your bro when your girlfriend’s in the same class.”

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Elina opted to not even react to his remark about the panties. Let him guessing. She assumed it would make his mind run crazy, but it’s not as if that would influence her. Let him ponder about a fact Chris, on the other hand, knew the answer to. As for, yes, poor Jacob, the boy should not be so gullible. Ellie couldn’t imagine herself to bother to try and recognize him again (mainly because she hadn’t focused enough right now to decently take in what might be specific details that set him off from others), so it was doubtful Romeo Charity Fund would get some extra investment with her help. ”You know,” she began with such tone to give him hope. ”I shall let you know when I see him.” Which would be like… never.

With an amused chuckle, Ellie smiled. ”No ring here.” She even held up her hand to prove it. ”But who knows, maybe soon, since you seem to be convinced we’ll end up as a thing at one point.” Otherwise he wouldn’t keep asking so, right? Unless he had a different reason for that. Also, even if they did have something going on at this point, she still wouldn’t know where he was because she was not one to use her power to ‘stalk’ people. Unless it proved to provide some drama, that is. So yes, she was sure, answering it with a nod. And then a little frown followed as the train of assumptions begun. ”Well, if this Jessica girl picks Chris above you, and based on my own experience, I can’t blame her, it must say something, mh?” If this was true, heck, Ellie would give a lot to find herself in the dressing room. Alone with Chris. Without Jessica. ”Lucky girl.” She added, almost with a hidden disappointed tone. Maybe, if Romeo played his cards right, he could benefit from this.

When Romeo spoke up again, her focus snapped back to reality. Mr. McQueen’s class? Oh, right. That. ”Not that I am aware of. Why? You want to have me as your partner?” She could have formulated that question differently, but it would have flattered him then since technically it would have been her asking for him to be her project partner then.