Storm In A Teacup (a Jye Menzies fanfic) (COMPLETED)

How Does It Feel, Bitch?

   I sit up as I hear Bryan moving around the room and rub at my eyes sleepily. "I'm gonna go get some breakfast in the lobby," he states before walking out. I roll my eyes and climb out of bed, changing out of my pajamas and into my white BMTH tank and a pair of black short shorts with black and white checkered suspenders.

   I comb my hair in the mirror before carefully applying my makeup and putting on mismatched socks and my boots. I put on a last bit of dark red lipstick before putting my pass around my neck and walking out the door. I stride down the hallway, confidnce clear in every step. I had a purpose, and nothing was going to get in my way.

   I stop in the elevator and hit the button for the floor under mine. It worried me that I The Mighty and Capture The Crown shared the same floor, but, even if I saw Jye, I was going to go through with my plan. I watch the doors close, a soft sigh escaping me.

   They open again soon enough and I walk out, blue eyes set straight ahead. I knock on the door to room 342, and soon it opens to reveal a disheveled Brent. "Hey," I say brightly, a flirtacious lilt in my voice.

   He blinks at me and I chuckle, maybe a little too loudly. "Are you just gonna stand there? Step out for a moment," I say, and he runs a hand through his hair, shutting the door after him.

   "Look, I'm... I'm sorry for how I acted last week. I was wondering if... if you still had an interest in me?" I ask, pretending to be shy as I looked down at the scuffed toes of my black boots. Finally I raise my blue gaze to meet his, a small smile playing around my lips.

   "O-of course," he stutters, clearly taken aback.

   "Good," I smile, leaning forward to give him a light peck on the lips before turning around and strutting off. All was going according to plan.