Song : Good For You - Selena Gomez
Trudy literally felt above everyone else in her black Jimmy Choo heels, boosting her confidence.
She was elegant in a red, tight-fitted with a dangerously low cleavage cut Dior dress. It was the very same one Selena Gomez once wore. Trudy had bought it directly from the celebrety's manager.
Over the luxurious outfit, Trudy threw on her Saint Laurent cropped leather jacket and a black Alexander McQueen bag - an identical one to Sandra's. To complement her attire, Trudy had spent endless hours applying her flawless makeup and straightening her frizzy, long hair to perfection.
It was all for the Spring Ball's sake.
It was foolish of her to care so much of a cliché school event that nobody would even attend. The people who would show up would probably be in jeans or sweatpants. But for Trudy, she craved to be the centre of attention. Just once.
Ever since she was little, her parents always cared more about Sandra than her. Trudy never felt enough. Sandra was prettier, smarter, with more charisma and character that always managed to charm everyone. When it came to Trudy, she was fat, insecure, and always managed to embarrass herself by saying the wrong thing or nothing at all.
Sandra was looked at with admiration, for she had a bright future full of opportunities and success ahead of her. Their parents were more invested in Sandra's education, spending thousands of dollars in her college courses and private tutors.
Sandra is studying fashion for hell's sake, Trudy scoffed, She doesn't need a tutor for that.
At dinner everyday, their parents were eager to know what adventures had happened in Sandra's day and craved all the impressive goals Sandra achieved and her new hobbies. When it came to Trudy, they looked at her with disdain and lack of interest.
They often forgot to prepare Trudy's lunchbox as a kid. She used to wait endless of hours in front of Prich Middle School for them to pick her up because they forgot at what time her periods ended. They once went to a festival and forgot she existed, leaving her -as a seven year old- all alone overnight. As they went home and slept in their comfortable beds with their favorite daughter, Trudy was laying on the sidewalk, with tears like a waterfall and loud traffic as her only companion.
When she was born, Trudy wondered how her parents remembered to take her before they left the hospital.
Despite the fact that Trudy felt like a burden among her family, her parents were still rich. Even though they wouldn't invest their money in Trudy's education, thinking it was pointless to waste it when she would fail anyways and made her go to a public school, the allowance they offered and the credits cards they assured were enough comfort to distract Trudy and please her.
Trudy stood behind the school building, eliminating the chance of getting seen. She glanced at her Chanel watch, pursing her lips - a gesture that made her feel like a sophisticated, punctual lady.
Still -leaving all formalities aside- Trudy was irritated. She was supposed to meet Zarek, yet there she was, being forgotten again. Her heart clenched at the thought. He will show up eventually, she hoped.
Trudy was relieved when she saw Zarek's Mustang park. She smirked - for an outsider, he looked like the loving boyfriend picking up his beautiful girlfriend for a romantic date. That scenario made Trudy feel cool and wanted.
As Zarek's lean figure stepped out of the expensive vehicle and approached Trudy, she realized -for the first time- that Zarek and her were more alike than they thought. Both of them were spoiled rich, living in the same luxurious neighborhood in Dessertville that only the wealthy could afford a lot in, both of them would take whatever measure to get what they wanted, and both of them were completely corrupted and selfish.
Trudy felt giddy and beautiful when Zarek's electric green eyes widened while he took in her provocative dress. "Well," Zarek growled, looking at her long, sleek legs and naked cleavage, "If it's not the bitch all dressed up."
"I wonder which is uglier," Trudy countered, "Your words, or your soul."
"Your face."
Although Trudy was sure he only said that because he thought it was witty, she couldn't help but feel the hurt. His insult hit home, and for a second, Trudy was actually about to cry. However, her perfectly winged eyeliner would be ruined, so she suck it up like a matured woman.
"Talk business," she spat, "Don't play dress up."
Zarek rolled his eyes. "Yet I'm not the one wearing a tuxedo."
Trudy's eyes racked his attire; a black Amiri jeans and a Lanvin bomber-style, leather jacket. Trudy couldn't deny the fact that his Victorinox watch was an edgy but a nice touch. Zarek's blond hair was pushed back, intensifying his aura of seriousness and danger. Trudy couldn't help but find him extremely attractive.
She looked back at his electric green eyes, a satisfied smirk on her plump lips. "But I'm not complaining."
Zarek smiled flirtatiously, leaning towards her. His green eyes were glinting as they discreetly devoured her chest. "Are you in love with me?" he husked in her ear, his hand having slipped to her waist, "Because if so, tell me, so I can love you too."
Trudy couldn't help the electricity that went through her with Zarek's dangerous touch. She gave him a dirty look and grasped his neck with her hands, pulling him even closer. "Do you want to love me?" she whispered, their noses almost touching from their proximity. Trudy was glad she showered herself in Lacoste perfume beforehand.
"I'd love to love you," Zarek murmured. He bit his lip as he brushed her nose with his, his hands cupping her ass possessively. Trudy's Agent Provocateur underwear dampened with the gesture.
"And I'd also love to dump you the next morning," Zarek spat. Her face fell at his hurtful words. Zarek almost tripped her when he pushed her away from him, as if she disgusted him.
Trudy's face reddened in fury. How dare he! Not only did he play and manipulate her, but he also disgraced her. Asshole!
Zarek cooed. "Don't tell me you actually fell for that. I didn't think you were that desperate." He shook his head. "I'm disappointed."
"Shut the fuck up," Trudy growled. He had already humiliated her enough, no need to embarrass her further and make her hate herself.
Zarek's smirk was replaced by a frown, his blond eyebrows knotted as he took a step toward her. "Trudy? Are you okay?" he said, worry lacing his soft voice, "Was that too much?"
"Back off." Her snaky, brown eyes were narrowed. Trudy pushed his chest away, ignoring how hard and good his body felt under her hands. "I'm not in the mood for one of your games."
Zarek dropped his concerned mask, taking a step back and grinning in triumph. "Alright, act blown," he said, "Why did you call me to meet though? Did you miss me?"
"You wish," Trudy countered, snaky eyes locked with his, "I called you to update you on Eva."
His blond eyebrows flew up. "Update me on Eva?" he echoed, "And why would I care?"
"You care because you want to date her," she hissed. She was afraid he already lost interest in Eva. "And you're doing awful to get her, by the way."
Zarek looked at her like he would look at a thirteen year-old confessing her undying love for him - a mocking disbelief. "Say what?"
"You're pushing the girl," Trudy said, "You gotta be gentle; give her time and space. You overwhelmed her the last time you saw her - when you broke into her bedroom," Trudy cringed, taking a step away and pinching her nose. "And you gotta stop smoking too, because you reek really bad."
Zarek, just because she said it, fished a cigarette and lightened it. "You don't get to give me dating advices."
He inhaled deeply at the cigarette before exhaling away the smoke. Trudy thought the gesture was too sexy, even though she couldn't stand the smell. She shook her diamond shaped face, refocusing her attention. "Just accept my help, goddammit! Do you know what she said yesterday? She said that she doesn't want anything to do with you. You're losing her, Zarek."
"Stop playing Cupid, it's none of your business." He exhaled another foggy smoke. "Besides, it was your idea to break into her room. You practically begged me to do it, so don't start lecturing me."
Trudy stomped on her Jimmy Choo heel. "But she said that before she knew you were there-"
"Is that it?" Zarek snapped, already strutting off to his Ford Mustang. Before he got in, he gave her a glance. "Next time you think of meeting up with me, come up with something that would interest me, not dating advices."
He got in his car. Trudy's brown eyes widened as she hurried, in her Jimmy Choo, to catch up with him. She knocked on his car, a frantic expression on her face. Zarek sighed, probably annoyed with her desperation, and rolled the window down.
With a bored grimace, Zarek glanced at Trudy. "What?"
Trudy leaned in, forgetting that her dress would show her ass and boobs. Either that, or she was purposely luring Zarek into staying. "Don't go yet," she purred, "I got-"
Zarek's electric green eyes focused behind her. "Get in the car."
"There's no need," Trudy said, "I can just-"
Zarek's eyes looked through her into her soul, his gaze so intense that Trudy almost shrieked down. "I said to get in the damn car."
Trudy was confused, but Zarek's hissed tone said it all. She straightened herself and walked around the red car, its color matching her dress. Before Trudy slipped herself in the passenger seat, her eyes curiously checked what caught Zarek's attention that was more interesting than her cleavage.
Right behind where she stood earlier were three troublemakers leaning on a wall of the old and abandoned cafeteria. All of them were still staring at her. One of them even had his hand in his pants. Gross.
Trudy shook her head as she closed the car door. She couldn't fight the smile from taking over her face. Not only did Zarek let her inside his precious Mustang, but he was also protective of her. Protective. He was a ladiesman, an asshole, and a devil. He always played and manipulated her, yet he didn't like it when other guys merely looked at her.
"What's with the creepy smile?" Zarek scoffed, drumming his pale fingers on the steering-wheel, "Didn't you want to say something?"
Zarek's fingers wrapped around the steering-wheel, his knuckles loosening and tightening as they changed colors from white to pale. His Victorinox watch was reflecting the light, blinding Trudy with the shining sunlight. For a second, Trudy was lost in her own maze, dazed at the intensity of the reflection that matched the current situation with Zarek.
Trudy cleared her throat, taking in the leather smell of the car's interior as she ran her hand through her dark, straight hair. A few long hairs fell and Trudy shook them away. She looked through the window, busying herself so she wouldn't check Zarek out, especially since he was literally at a hand's reach. "I wanted to say something?"
"Yeah." Zarek leaned in, sending a wave of cigarettes' smell, and pressed a few buttons on the hardboard. In seconds, cold air was brushing her hair and grazing her thighs. Trudy felt as if Zarek's air conditioning system was pushing the cool vibes towards Zarek, while piling up all the awkwardness on her.
Trudy reached her manicured hand and turned it off.
Zarek sighed, his green eyes looking straight forward and not at Trudy's exposed thighs. "What do you want, Trudy? For real."
Trudy gulped. She pulled at her short Dior dress and closed her leather jacket, feeling like a cheap slut instead of an elegant lady. "I just... I just want to know about the bet Justin mentioned."
Zarek's green eyes widened for just a second before he relaxed in his leather seat. His hand left the steering-wheel and rolled down the window, looking outside. "What about it?"
"It's about winning Evangeline West, isn't it?"
Zarek chuckled, stealing a glance at her curious face. "Yeah. So?"
So Trudy wasn't mistaken. There had been something nasty going on. Trudy didn't care as long as Zarek went according to the plan. Besides, that bet was Zarek's motivation. It was probably the only reason he stuck around for Eva this long.
Trudy smiled, showing her perfect pearly whites - the old days of ugly braces payed off. "Nothing," she purred, her snaky, brown eyes mischievous, "I just knew it."
Zarek had been eyeing the bunch of troublemakers the entire time. Finally, they got the message and were gone. He turned around and glared at Trudy, his electric green eyes filled with despise. "Good for you," he hissed, "Now get the fuck out of my car."
Perplexed, Trudy couldn't do anything but stare wide-mouthed. Zarek was a mystery with his actions. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure him out or understand him. His way of thinking had her confused, not to mention, his short temper and moodiness.
Zarek leaned in, giving Trudy another sniff of his cigarettes' smell, and opened the door for her. He was going to throw her out too if Trudy didn't grab his hand and pushed it away. Trudy's snaky, brown eyes glared at him. She hated how bipolar he made her feel. Heck, she hated how bipolar he was.
She barely stepped out of the car when Zarek drove off, the passenger door slamming on its own due to his speed.
Zarek played with her emotions. He only saw the tough girl act, so he had no idea how fragile and vulnerable she really was.
hello, readers. honestly, writing Zarek and Trudy's scenes are the most fun to me. they're tricky, but entertaining.
also, any thoughts or suggestions on your favorite shipnames?
enjoy.