Mass release: 16/16
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PART II · CHARISMA TO WIN
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Lovise Holst-Mathiasen
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After the boys got both dressed, I went to Timmy and he narrowed his eyes at me, so I rose my hands in peace, "I know you're gay, baby boy, don't worry, I was just admiring your beauty."
"You had craving in your eyes."
"I did," I chuckled. "I haven't met many people yet, give me some credit, yeah? Not my fault if you're so, respectfully, hot looking. I would never do anything knowing you're compromised, don't worry. Now come on, let me style your hair."
Pouting he nodded, "Make me look scary."
"Scary? You?" Jose burst out laughing.
"Go fuck yourself, loner," Timmy gave him his middle finger.
"I would rather fuck,"
I fake coughed before he could finish and he winked at me. "Dream on," I gave him my middle finger, but he kept smiling naughtily, so I just turned my full attention to my one ally. With the hair gel I had picked from the bathroom, I began to style his hair, "Timmy, remember what I said in the train about bringing J to us?" After a second, he nodded. "I'll put it into work today, so, just beware and stay with me, yeah?"
"Okay, I trust your decision making," he said softly, eyes closed.
"I would be offended if you didn't," I scoffed, playing with his hair.
"You have a plan?" Severin asked, curiously.
"I'm a Mathiasen, baby boy, I always have a plan."
"It's a good plan, blonde, don't worry," Jose brushed aside.
"Why doesn't he knows it if you aren't a trio?" Severin groaned.
"Because he's useful and it was just the three of us in the train?" I mocked, rolling my eyes and began to fix Timmy's eyebrows. "Jose may not be with us as a trio or in the game, but he's part of our black unit, he is more deserving of going up in the ranks than most of the others."
"Then, what's the plan?" He asked again, arms crossed, annoyed.
"If I say it," I pointed to the main camera of the dorm that was again turned to me, "they will hear it, you think I'm that dumb, baby boy? That's why I told the boys back in the train. I'm not about to let the world know about my plans, even less my strategy. Not when those damn cameras are glued on me."
"Tsk, I hate how that actually makes sense," he growled and sighed. "You will have to tell at one time," no, I won't. "I'm your mentor."
"You could be bought by somebody above me though," I mocked.
"I'm not," he gasped offended.
I know he ain't, but stressing him out is so cool. "I don't know that."
"Excuse me?" His jaw dropped.
"Anyways," Ari hopped in. "We got you a new general mentor."
"One that won't be easily pissed off by a you, Love," Ruby winked.
I arched my eyebrows, "And such person exists?" Going back to the 2nd bathroom, I washed my hands from the hair gel, and put on the dark red lipstick again.
"Wait, why are you two reddish around the lips?" Timmy gasped.
"She kissed him with the lipstick on, and couldn't get it totally out."
"Oh? You were kissing? Really? At this hour in the morning?"
"My point exactly!" Severin exclaimed, dramatically.
"I'm 21!" I snapped, "I have a free pass, jerk."
"How am I the jerk?" He growled.
"You just are."
"You are worse than me!"
"Did I say I wasn't?" I purred mischievously.
"You,"
"Enough, guys," Ruby growled, "stop bickering like children."
"I'm having a late puberty, yeah?" I said with a smug, "I can."
"Late puberty where? With those boobs? Ain't no puberty, Love."
I grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw at him, "Hey, asshole."
"What? You talked about my ass, I can talk about your boobs."
"Jose!" I yelled, throwing more two pillows at me.
"If you wanna throw something at me, try throwing your,"
I threw Timmy's boot at him, "Don't you dare."
But he grabbed the boot in the air, "If you kiss me, I'll shut up."
"I'm not kissing you with lipstick on again," I snapped. "Jerk."
"Stop flirting or I'll puke. And give me my boot!" Timmy groaned.
I rolled my eyes, "Timmy, Timmy, don't be so anti-romantic."
"Oh, I'm not, I'm just nauseatingly jealous. I miss my man, girl."
Even Severin laughed to that, "Good heavens. Are you all ready?"
"Timmy is done, I'm done," I grabbed the eyeliner and went to Jose who obediently sat down and opened his legs, so I stepped between them, and as his hands came to my waist, I held his face. "Can I add an eyeliner?"
"Anything you want, Love," he chanted.
I rolled my eyes, "Look up and don't blink then, puppy."
"Yes, ma'am," he purred, doing what I told him.
"What's your type, puppy?" I asked.
"You," he flirted.
"I'm everyone's type. What's your ideal type? Be honest."
He licked his lips, "Brunettes."
"Now we're going places," I giggled softly. "What else?"
"Monolid eyes, short, round faces, straight black hair."
"Age," I tilted my head, finishing his left eye and going for the next.
He pressed his lips, thinking, "From two years younger to my age."
"How does it feel being honest?"
"You are still my type, okay?" His hands caressed my waist.
"Well, and you're mine," not my ultimate though.
"Why?"
"Why I asked or why you're my type?"
"Why you asked?" He asked softly.
Because I have a feeling he'll get together with a certain girl from the bottom who fits everything he just said. "Just because. I'm done, puppy."
He made me stay still, "A 'just because' doesn't exist with you."
"Doesn't it?" I purred mischievously. "Come on, puppy, let's go, we have to meet those doomed tributes," winking, I made him stand up.
"How do you know what's going to happen?" Severin gasped.
"You really don't listen, do you, baby boy?" I sighed, done. "I have a superpower, my intuition, I can tell shit that will happen, yeah?"