AN: Hi! So, this is my first story, I really hope that you'll like it. The first chapter is kinda short, it's really more of a prologue than a chapter.

ATTENTION! It's really important that you understand that this is a ChristianxRose story. So please don't just read the story and then give me shit because it's a ChristianxRose story, I did warn you! Now, normally I'm all for team Dimitri, but I also have this thing about shipping Rose with absolutely everyone. But when I do that I always end up feeling bad, because then Dimitri's all alone :( But I really wanted to do this, so I did. Deal with it, Dimitri!

Dimitri: Nooooo, my Roza!

me: sorry dude.

Dimitri: Really? *adorable hopeful face*

me: no! Mwahahahahaha!

Anyways, on with the story, I don't own vampire academy (sadly)

I looked down at my desk, trying to ignore Stan shouting at me. That was kind of difficult seeing as he was gesturing wildly while screaming at me, so engulfed in giving me a lecture on how super gluing a teacher's pants to their chair was highly inappropriate that he didn't even notice his spit flying all over my desk. His face was flustered, the color intensifying rapidly. By the start of his rant his face had been slightly pink, but now he pretty much looked like a tomato. A pissed tomato.

After what seemed like an eternity of Stan shouting at me, he remembered that he had a class to teach and didn't have time for my "shenanigans". His words.

As I was walking to Kirova's office I thought a bit more about all the pranks I'd been pulling lately. This was the worst one so far, all the other ones had been completely harmless - well, I mean, define "harmless"...

Even though all my little stunts had resulted in a trip to Kirova, it was always worth it. Yet I still had a feeling that it could have been better. I mean, yeah, it was awesome and all that, but it could have been awesomer! I decided that I was done with all these small pranks, I had bigger things planned.

So after visiting Kirova and getting Stan's speech all over again, only more words and less tomato, I went to my room and started forming my diabolical plan.

Okay, so that was the sort of prologey thing. Tell me what you think of the story so far, and it would mean a lot to me if you were nice about it since this is my first story. I can handle constructive criticism but remember the constructive part ;)