A/N: Richelle Mead owns all the characters, I own the storyline.

Rushing to class was something that Sydney Sage did not do.

That why it surprised me so much when I was speed-walking through the halls to get to art class before the bell, I'd run but we're not allowed to run in the hallways so this is the time I wish I could break some rules.

The bell rang out through the empty halls. My eyes widened.

NO!

I had never been late to a class in my life. I made it in another two minutes-two minutes too late.

Bursting through the door, I was gasping for air.

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to join us, Miss Sage."

A man in his very early twenties turned to me, his emerald green eyes twinkled with amusement.

"You must be the new art teacher, Mr Ivashkov," I assessed him; he looked a little young to manage a high school class and his looks would probably distract the girls; he was pretty cute.

His brown hair looked as if he had just rolled out of bed-except it was lined with gel, he was tall maybe 6'3, 6'4 and his high cheek bones were prominent with his pale skin.

"I am. And you must be the star student I've heard about."

I cast him an annoying look, not liking the sarcasm in his voice. "To be fair, this is the first time I've ever been late to a class."

"Hey, Sydney! Were you late because you couldn't go very fast with your big butt?"

My eyes snapped to the brown eyes of Rose Hathaway. Oh, she knew exactly why I was late. I kept my mouth shut and giggles dispersed through the room.

I sat down, ready for the class to start, but Mr Ivashkov had his mind on other things.

"Miss Hathaway, could I please see you in the hall for a moment?" he asked, through gritted teeth.

She smiled, seductively; obviously oblivious to Mr Ivashkov annoyance. She walked outside and he followed closing the door. The entire class silenced and one of the boys in the second row, snuck out of his chair and opened the door slightly, so we could hear.

"Miss Hathaway, I'm going to make this very clear to you: I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour in my class."

"What kind of behaviour?" Rose asked sweetly.

Oh great, now he's going to fall for the sweet face and be against me too. I leaned against my books, not wanting to hear anymore, unfortunately it was inevitable.

Although his reply shocked me.

"Miss Hathaway, you know exactly what I'm talking about!" he snapped at her. "Now I want you to go back in that classroom and apologize to Miss Sage otherwise I will send you to the headmaster's office."

I groaned quietly, Rose has Mr Belikov wrapped around her finger, he would never punish her.

"Fine, I'll go to Headmaster Belikov."

"Alright then," he paused and continued. "If you don't apologize to Miss Sage, I'll call your parents."

Uh oh.

"What?" she screeched. "You can't do that, only the Headmaster can!"

"That's not true," he told her calmly.

"You're bluffing," she argued.

"You sure about that?"

"Fine, I'll apologize," she said, sarcasm dripping off 'apologize'.

The entered the room and Mr Ivashkov nudged Rose forward.

"I'm sorry," she bit out.

"For?" Mr Ivashkov prompt.

"For calling your butt big."

"Good, you may sit down Miss Hathaway."

As she walked past me she tossed a piece of paper on my desk, I opened it.

In big letters she had written:

'FAT ASS'

I crumpled it up as the class started.

"Miss Sage, can you please stay behind?" Mr Ivashkov called as the students began to file out.

I swung my backpack over my shoulder and stood awkwardly next to my desk.

"What did she give you?" he asked, his beautiful emerald eyes were alight with fire and anger.

"What did who give me?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't push it.

"What did Rose Hathaway give to you before class started?"

"A piece of paper, it's nothing," I went to leave.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Pushing me against a wall, he pressed his body against mine.

Pinning my arms above my head with one hand, he let out a low growl. "Don't toy with me, woman. What did the paper say?"

I tried to look away from his piercing eyes, but he used his free hand to twist into my messy bun, keeping his eyes fixed on mine.

"What does it matter?" I protested, knowing if I told him, he would call Rose's parents and that would double my abuse from Rose.

"It matters to me!"

Something flashed in his eyes and they softened, his grip on me loosened but was still firm.

"I just want you to be okay."

"You barely know me," I pointed out.

He smiled softly. "That's true, but something about you makes me want to get to know you."

I was able to look away now that his hand had gone limp in my hair. "I shouldn't see why, nobody else does."

"Well I do," he told me fiercely.

His hands dropped to around my waist, pulling me off the wall and into his arms.

I gasped slightly before awkwardly trying to hug him back. He found this funny and let out a small laugh into my hair.

I pulled away from him and said, "I really should go to lunch now."

"Okay," I started to leave before he called back to me:

"She's wrong, you know. Your butt isn't big."

I flushed at the thought of him looking at my butt. "Th-th-thanks."

I ran out of the room. Getting to my locker, I saw someone had painted 'Fatass' on it.

I sighed, no matter what Mr Ivashkov thought, it couldn't change facts: my butt is pretty big.

A/N: Hey! So this is my new story! So basically it's a teacher/student kind of thing with Sydrian. Umm, now this is going to be all human and Sydney is anorexic but not severely, like she is in the Bloodlines books; same weight as well and I will update Breaking Free soon! That's my Sydrian Cinderella story! Soooooo, review and give feedback please!