Deal With The Devil In The Pale Moonlight
If there was one thing that Joanna hated more than anything was dependence and neediness, and Tyrell was exhibiting those behaviors. Normally, he would be too consumed in one of his many projects and barely had time to even glance her way (which she preferred) but lately it seemed like he was by her side too frequently. He was starting to become more interested in her day, what she was doing, and wanted to interact more than their usual couple times a week plus class. She didn't know why, or care too much for that matter, but it was starting to annoy her. She needed her solitude and privacy and he was starting to ruin it.
Joanna braced herself on the bed, stroking Tyrell's face while she kissed him. If he was going to annoy her with his presence, then he could at least satisfy her. Tyrell pulled back from her lips. "Joanna, what are your thoughts on marriage?"
"I think you're ruining the mood." she said, continuing to kiss him and stroke his hair.
He pulled back again, looking up at her. "Seriously, what do you think about it?"
"This isn't working," she sighed, getting up from her position on his bed. I knew I should've went out with Shayla and her friends, she thought.
"You wouldn't marry me?" he asked, still laying on the bed.
Joanna walked across the room, picking up her bra and dress from off the floor. Once he started talking about the status of their relationship, she knew there had to be something wrong. It meant that he wasn't focused on someone else, which also meant that his plans with Elliot were at a plateau. His mind didn't work well with no activity, making him suddenly involved in her more. She didn't like it at all. "You're too immature for monogamy. " She started to put her clothes back on, "You constantly act like a child saying 'I want this' and 'I want that' and throw a fit when you can't get what you want. Besides, we're only eighteen. I would never marry you now."
Tyrell pondered for a minute. Maybe she was right, after-all she knew him the best and she was the longest relationship he ever had. "I guess you're right...where are you going?"
Going to find a nice pretty girl who's willing to fuck me. "To see if Shayla and her friends have left yet. Why don't you find Elliot or someone else to occupy your time? Isn't that what you always do when I'm not around?" she was trying to push the idea of involving someone else in his activities and not herself. She was tired of seeing his face, hearing his voice, and his overall company. She could only take him in small doses per day.
He stared at the ceiling. "I haven't seen him since I dropped him off at his room after we had dinner the other night. He hasn't been in class for a week."
"You didn't check up on him, to make sure he was ok?" Idiot.
He shook his head. "No. He's probably embarrassed about what happened in the restaurant. I thought I'd give him some time to recover and not bother him. Besides, it seems like we haven't hung out in a while."
"Um, you should go check on him. Actually, you should go do your laundry first. I don't know how you could let that pile form in your closet." she checked herself out in his mirror. She was concocting a plan right before his eyes and he wouldn't be wiser.
He sighed, looking over at his closet. He still had to wash Elliot's hoodie and return it. Plus, the dirty clothes pile had been agitating him for a while now, he just never had the time to wash clothes between school and wooing his future lover. Why not? "You're right. You look beautiful tonight, by the way."
Joanna smiled with force. Gross, he's getting sappy. "Have fun, I'll see you later." As soon as she was out of his room, her smile dropped. She was almost at her breaking point if Tyrell complimented her one more time. She needed to get him out of her hair and into someone else's bed, preferably Elliot's. For some reason, Tyrell had seemed to be attracted to him more than anyone he had ever worked on before. It's not that she was jealous, that would never happen, she just wanted to know what was so special about him. Elliot didn't look like much that could satisfy his hunger, but only time could tell if that was true or not. Besides, Elliot didn't seem the least bit interested in him, which is why she was there to change his opinion. If anyone could take him off her hands, it was him.
She knocked on Elliot's door. Never in her life did she think that she would be doing this, but she was desperate. The door opened, followed by Elliot's disgruntled head poking out to see who the uninvited knocker was. "Hi, Elliot, remember me?" she said, trying to act cordial and polite.
"Of course I remember you. You're Tyrell's 'girlfriend' and someone I don't want to see. What do you want?" He wasn't in the mood for games or Tyrell Wellick. He wasn't necessarily busy but he didn't want to talk to the girlfriend of a man he hated.
"I have a proposal for you. May I come in?"
He was skeptical. "What about?"
"A way to get Tyrell off your hands forever." she said. This was half true but he didn't need to know that. "Can I come in?"
Elliot opened the door, letting her in. It didn't make sense. Why she was going to help him but he felt like, for some odd reason, needed to hear her out. "Why are you trying to help me?"
Joanna sat down at his desk chair. "I know how annoying Tyrell can be so I'm trying to do you a favor. Dorm neighbor to dorm neighbor."
"What's the catch?" he asked, crossing his arms. "He's your boyfriend. Why would you want to help someone you don't even know?"
She sighed. "Well, Elliot, I'm going to tell you what his plans for you are and you can do whatever you want with him. I don't really care. I assume you want to get some dirt on him so I'm giving you easy access to him. Do we have a deal?"
"I still don't understand. What's in it for you?" To him it seemed like she had no loyalty, and how trustworthy can someone with no loyalty be.
"I just like fucking with him." Another half truth. She extended her hand out. "Partners?"
"Partners." he said, hesitantly shaking her hand. Elliot finally had a plan set in stone. Get close enough to Wellick, get information on him, and destroy his life or blackmail him. Perfect.
"One question, though. How much laundry do you have?"