Stay the Silence [Geebs]
Feb 5, 2012 22:02:30 GMT -5
Post by Morgana on Feb 5, 2012 22:02:30 GMT -5
Sicily O'SheaSay that I'm never really wanted but
You'd never know it from the look on my face.
Friday. It was the best day, no matter how you looked at it. There was no school, though Sicily could care less about that. In the best of circumstances, there would be no homework. If Sicily had friends, Friday would be the day she'd hang out with them. But she didn't, at least not friends in school. Anyone she considered a friend was really just a guy at a bar that she knew would always be willing to hook up with her. For Sicily, Friday was the day that heralded in a weekend a freedom. No pretending she was someone else, no trying to hide her Tourettes. Just bars, booze, and boys. With any luck, she could find someone to buy her a few drinks, and then spend the night in their bed.
Just because Sicily slept around didn't mean she was a whore. Plenty of people had one-night stands. The fact that she was sixteen years old and a girl didn't automatically make her a whore or a slut or anything like that. She didn't even like sex all that much, which she was pretty sure was a requirement for whores. In her experiences, sex wasn't that amazing. Her first time hadn't made her fall in love, and all the times after that hadn't been phenomenal. Maybe if she did it with someone she actually liked it would be better. Which wasn't to say she didn't like the men she slept with. They were funny and nice, but there was something missing. They weren't the kind of guys she fell asleep dreaming about. She wanted something else, she just wasn't sure what.
Tonight, Sicily was hitting her favorite bar. She was a little more dressed up than usual, wearing a lower-cut shirt than she normally wore, and jeans that clung to her skin and hugged her hips. She'd even stolen some money from her father so she could buy new mascara and eyeliner, with just a little left over for some blush. She'd applied them all carefully before leaving the house, putting on just a little more than necessary so it would be more visible in the bar's dusky light. Her hope was that she'd meet someone new tonight, a guy that was different than all the other ones she'd net. Someone she could really fall for and stay with for more than one night.
As she walked down the streets, Sicily swung her purse back and forth, letting a small smile touch her lips. She didn't let go of it, even when her shoulder jerked up and her jaw hitched to the side. No one on these streets cared about her tics. She was just another stranger in a sea of faces. Though her final destination was the bar, that didn't stop her from scanning faces as she walked. Every now and then, she'd find someone before she even reached the bar, and after a short conversation with them, she'd find herself in an alley, back pressed against a rough brick wall as a stranger stuck his tongue down her throat. Not the most romantic thing in the world, but it was enough to satisfy her.
She was about to turn the corner to the bar when she stopped fast in her tracks, making a few people bump into her and mutter curses. Instead of apologizing she stood stock still, trying to keep her jaw from dropping open. That was him, right there. The guy she'd been searching for. He was perfect in every way. The structure of his jaw, the knit of his brows. Though she was too far away to see the color of his eyes, she was sure they were a beautiful hue. She wanted him, and she would have him, no matter what.
The crowd thinned, and Sicily's heart plummeted in her chest. Now that she could see his clothes, she realized who he was. A Peacekeeper. And not just any Peacekeeper: the head Peacekeeper. That might make all of this a bit harder. Of course, it depended on what kind of a person he was. If he was one of the few Peacekeepers that actually took his job seriously, her chances of getting him would be almost none. But if he was one of those that slept with girls for any number reasons, it might be easier than she expected. In that case, the only trick would be getting him to stick around.
Throwing back her shoulders, head held high, Sicily strolled across the street to his side. It was probably a bad thing that she didn't know the name of her District's head Peacekeeper. She didn't worry about it though, reasoning that it only meant she'd never really gotten in trouble. As she stepped in front of him, she bit her lower lip and twisted a lock of hair around her finger, trying to look...cute or something. She honestly didn't know what she looked like, just that it worked on most guys. "Excuse me. I don't mean to be a bother, but..." she glanced over her shoulder as if she was looking for someone, then glanced back at him, biting down harder on her lip to trap inside a sigh at the perfect contours of his face. His lips just begged to be kissed. It was all she could do to stop herself from laying a hand against his cheek. "I think there's a creepy guy following me. Could you walk me home?" She glanced over her shoulder again, partly to help sell the story and partly so she could take a break from looking at his god-like features. "I'm also kind of...lost." Sicily flipped her hair over her shoulder and glanced down at the ground, trying to look like she genuinely needed his help.