I'm Friends with the Monster (Pen)

[Rowan Booker]

(Set after Unrehearsed Reverb and before Going Through the Motions)


There was nothing wrong with him. Feeling were overrated. Alex didn't like him anyway. All he needed to do was get back out there and claim a few booty calls to make up for the emptiness in his bed. No one had slept in there other than him since Alex left. He hadn't had it in him to let anyone else through. He could still picture everything that happened that night and he didn't want any other memories to make him forget. But now, he needed to get someone else into that bed of his so he could forget. So he could remember who he was. Rowan Booker, man slut extraordinaire. He could score with anyone he wanted, guy, girl, transgender, they were all his. Alexander had even fallen to his manipulation, which went to show that he was fairly decent at drawing people in. Even the most innocent.

Rowan was hardly awake, hungover from a night of clubbing, he really needed a cigarette. Of course it was a matter of finding a place that allowed smoking on campus that posed a bit of a problem. He didn't get it. Pixie dust was inhaled constantly, yet smoking was such a harm. What the hell was so horrible about a little nicotine and tabacco? Besides, it was his body, he did with it as he pleased. Beatrice would kill him before the cigarettes would, that was for sure. The thoughts passed through a groggy mind. Morning Rowan was not a happy Rowan, in fact, he was probably at his grumpiest point right after he woke up and before he had his morning smoke.

Glancing around, he slipped the pack of cigarettes out of his pajama pants pocket and pulled one out to place between his lips. The dorm monitors weren't around at the moment and it wasn't like he was lighting up yet. He headed for the door and next thing he knew someone ran right smack into him, knocking the cigarette from his lips and causing him to step back on it. A perfectly good cigarette, gone to waste. "What the actual hell?"

[Penelope Lopez]

Penelope didn't like this new, lovestruck version of herself. Especially not since the person she had fallen for liked someone else. This was one of the many reasons as to why Penelope had decided so long ago that love and feelings were not worth it. They were nothing but a waste of her time. A unnecessarily heartache. Nope, feelings were the last thing Penelope wanted to deal with. She didn't need someone to love, or someone that loved her in return. Sex was all anyone ever needed. All this jittery shit was just... Ugh.

But yet, no matter how hard she tried or how many people she slept with, she couldn't get Callie out of her head. She was stuck, completely glued to her mind. Every passing second was spent thinking about her soft lips, the smell of her skin.... God, she really needed to stop this madness. Callie didn't like her. Callie liked someone else, whatever his name was that asshole.

So one could only imagine Penelope's mood as she walked down the hall only to have this huge, massive thing that felt like concrete crashing into her. And this, guy, the Hulk himself dared to act as if it was her fault? Hell no! ''Hey! Look where you're going, you moronic piece of sh-'', she spat as she tumbled a few steps backwards. She looked at the guilty part to blame and glared. This was so not her day, and she surely didn't need this scrawny, ugly little boy making it worse.

''Oh look, Cirque du Freak is in town.'' Penelope didn't make an attempt to even move out of the way. Nope, he was the one who had bumped into her, so he was the one who had to apologize and move out of her way. ''Now move.'', she demanded with a hiss.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan looked down at the little wench that ran into him and his jaw clenched. This was not what he needed right now. In fact, he was pretty sure he should just let it go and walk away so that he didn't keep getting himself into trouble. Bad enough that he pissed everyone else off, this whiny bitch wasn't worth the effort.

Oh, but when she opened her mouth he simply couldn't help it. The hangover made his head ache like no other, he was jittery and anxious and he needed a cigarette now. Who the fuck did this little bitchy ass, Spaniard wanna-be, ugo think she was? Clearly she didn't know better than to talk to him like that, but he was going to make damn sure that she realized it quickly. He didn't take well to being confronted or insulted by anyone let alone someone that caught him at such a bad time. Honestly, she couldn't have timed it worse if she tried.

"Fucking excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are you little fucking skank?" Gawd, she wasn't even pretty! Rowan would bang just about anything in his path, but he didn't like girls like this. Girls that reminded him of himself. "I'll fucking move when your ass isn't taking up half of the world. Now if you can manage, shove yourself through the door, onto the elevator and get out of my line of sight because no one would have to see such unpleasant things in the morning."

[Penelope Lopez]

Penelope had never really learned when to keep her mouth shut and when to go full-on bitch, so instead, she was a bitch all the time. Well, to most people anyways. There was of course a few exceptions that got to see her more timid, nicer nature. But when it came to douchy, entitled assholes she just couldn't help herself. She wouldn't hold back, and she sure as heck wouldn't back down.

Oh, it was definitely on.

When the boy opened his mouth again and started spitting out something that only seemed like a horrible attempt at insulting her, it caused Penelope to laugh mockingly. ''Oh yeah, that's real impressive Hiroshima, you couldn't come up with something a tad more impressive? I've heard kids spew out better insults than that.'' And then there was the thick wall she kept up that prevented those kinds of words to actually hurt. It was a pretty handy tool when someone was as rude and loudmouthed as herself. ''How about...No?'' Yeah, as if she'd ever move for this kind of asshole. Oh, he was clearly mistaking her for some kind of loser.

''And don't get me started unpleasant, because clearly you failed completely at looking yourself in the mirror this morning and deciding to finally taking the trip down to the local plastic surgeon and fix all of that.'', she said, gesturing to his... Everything. ''I mean, come one, dude. Do the world a favor, please! We have enough ugly people here as it is, but you completely tip the cake and smudge it all over the floor.'' She folded her arms over her chest and didn't move out of his way. Oh, no, no. She was sure as fuck not backing down for this asshole.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan just looked at her completely unamused. She was pathetic on levels he couldn't begin to explain. Here she stood laughing at his insults that were really just angry observations, yet she couldn't feed him an insult that even made him laugh at her. She was nothing, completely insignificant to him, so why should anything she say mean a damn thing to him? It didn't, simple as that.

"Please don't hurt yourself trying to think of something mean to say that'll actually get a ruse from me because it won't work." Not coming from her anyway. Now if she actually mattered in his life, it might have stung, but that was the beauty of the whole thing.

"I just think it's sad that you believe that you're remotely good-looking. You look like a fifty year old man. Or better yet the Elephant Man. Sorry but I simply couldn't give two fucks if you think I'm attractive. If you did, I might then think there was something wrong with me." But definitely not now. If there was anything he was confident about it was his looks.

Rowan was luckily taught manners from his mother if nothing else and knew that being physically violent to a woman was never okay. If it was, he'd have moved her by now. Then again, he didn't want to touch her with a ten-foot pole.

[Penelope Lopez]

If this hadn't been such a bad day for her, she wouldn't even have bothered going heads to heads with this fool. Honestly, the whole thing was rather pathetic. Of course, she wasn't much better when it came to behaving, but hey, at least she could come up with something that was clever, instead of... Whatever the hell it was he was trying to do.

''Sorry to break it to you, cowboy, but your comebacks sucks ass. Like for real, if you're going to go head first into a verbal fight, at least bring some original material. This is just sad. Really sad.'' The quality of his insults was almost hilarious and it made her want to laugh in his face, but that'd only send more crappy insults her way. ''Come on, Pussycat. Step up your game.'', she taunted.

Penelope had never really been one of those feminine girls that thought it was wrong of a man to hit a woman -- well, okay, it was wrong, but if women was supposed to be allowed to hit men, why couldn't guys defend themselves? It seemed a little unfair.

''Come on, Bolillo, I know you can do it! I believe in you!'' There was no chance in hell that she was going to move. If he wanted to get past her, he could move his own ass out of her way.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan's hands clenched in fists and he clenched his jaw tighter right along with them. He wasn't trying. Did she not get that he didn't care what the fuck she thought? That his real insults weren't worth the effort when it came to her. She was nothing. Absolutely nothing and he had plenty of other pressing matters to be dealing with rather than standing here with some sleazy, disgusting whore trying to pick fights with him. He was right before, he really should have just walked away.

"Yes because yours are just genius. Right." He rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest, just looking at her. She really was unpleasant to deal with. Her voice was nasally and sounded ridiculous. She had the strong jaw of a dude. Over all, he didn't quite see why anyone would ever want her. For sex or otherwise. Maybe if he put a bag of her head he could withstand it. Oh and maybe a gag because he couldn't even begin to tolerate the sound of her voice even in sex.

Rowan just laughed shortly and shook his head. "The fuck ever," He said with a roll of his eyes and pulled the packet of cigarettes out of his pocket again and placed yet another one between his lips. Then he just pushed past her, shoulder-checking her in the process because that was about all he could do. If she didn't want to move willingly, well, he'd move her himself.

"Maybe you should go back upstairs and catch up on that beauty sleep you've been missing. It's starting to show," He muttered and headed towards the door.