Hey all! This is just a trial piece at the moment. I'm looking at maybe turning it into a two-shot. Check this chapter out and leave me a response. If you guys are interested, I'll write up the second piece. Ciao!

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy.

"I'm sorry, Dimitri, but this isn't working anymore. We're not working anymore," I told the tall, way-too-good-looking man in front of me.

He froze for a moment before hurt and shock played across his handsome features until a second later when his guardian mask came up.

"What's this about, Rose? Have I upset you in some way?"

"It's not you, it's me," I told him, whipping out the oldest breakup line in history.

He barked out a bitter laugh. "Surely you could have chosen a more underused cliché."

"Hey! That line is a classic!" I defended, briefly forgetting my task at hand."

I thought I saw the corner of his lips start to pull but it was gone too fast for me to really be sure.

"What's really wrong?" He asked, his dark eyes boring into my own.

"I think . . . I think I might have made a mistake breaking up with Adrian," I admitted guiltily.

Those gorgeous brown eyes widened at my admission.

"You think you made a mistake ending things with him? Rose, you can't have us both," I told me, disbelief shining in his eyes.

"No," I agreed. "You're absolutely right – which is why I'm ending things here. With us. I never should have chosen you. I never should have cheated on Adrian with you. He's a good guy and we were doing so well. He and I were happy."

"You and I are happy," he pointed out. His guardian mask was beginning to crack and I was beginning to see just how much my words were hurting him. His right hand slipped into right pocket on his leather duster, fiddling with something. I brushed the action off.

I shook my head. "But we're not, are we? We're always working, Dimitri, and we barely get to see each othe-"

"-We both take off every Sunday and Tuesday to spend toget-"

"and I got framed and shot because of you."

"How was the framing my fault? And when did you get shot because of me?" he frowned.

"Seriously? Have you seriously still not figured out that Tasha only framed me so that you were completely available to her? I mean, you didn't even want to see my face at the time so I don't know why she thought she had to frame me to separate us – you did a good enough job of that by yourself. She obviously shot me when she saw that that plan didn't work. Look at all the signs, Comrade, we were never meant to be together." I bit my tongue when I realised me slip and hoped that my overly-observant boyfriend (maybe ex) didn't pick up on it too.

"I'm sorry, Roza. You know how sorry I am that I ever let Natasha into our lives. I've apologised over and over again and you've always told me that you forgave so I don't understand what's changed. You're right – you and I have been through a lot to be together but we always agreed that what we had was worth the chase. What's changed, Rose?" he asked desperately, his brown eyes held fear. Was he that scared to lose me?

"I'm going after Adrian," I told him bluntly. "I was wrong to hurt him. I want him back. I'll get him back.

Nail. In. the. Coffin.

Dimitri's eyes grew so wide that for a moment I feared they'd fall out of his head. Then the heartbreak settled in, completely annihilating his well-trained guardian mask and I had to force myself not to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness.

"He's with Sydney," I responded hoarsely.

"And I was with him when you got me," I told him coolly. "Come on, you know the saying: just because soccer has a goalie, doesn't mean you can't score."

He swallowed thickly but nodded. "If that's what you want. For what it's worth, I'm sorry that I couldn't make you happy. I was so caught up being happy that I finally had you that I didn't stop to think that maybe, maybe I wasn't still the man that you wanted."

Was he seriously taking blame for my breaking up with him? There wasn't even a real basis for the breakup and here he was making one? What the hell was wrong with this man?!

"Whilst I hope that you wouldn't really do something such as breaking Adrian and Sydney up, I wish you all the best if you do get Adrian. I wish you all the happiness that I couldn't give you. Be happy, Roza."

He gave a sad smile before taking a deep breath and walking out our apartment door.

I sighed and took out my phone, speed dialling number three. The phone hadn't even rung once before it was answered.

"How'd it go?" came a breathless answer.

"It went shit. He actually believed me. I swear you better gather every guardian you can find and go into hiding because when I find you, I'll kill you," I seethed menacingly.

"That's no way to speak to your Queen."

"I can't believe you made me break up with him!" I whined at my evil best friend. Her peachy laugh flowed through.

"I can't believe you told everyone I was bad at dares! Did you record it, Hathaway? I want proof."

"You are not watching the recording!" I shrieked, outraged. "It was personal! And getting Dimitri involved in your dare is going a little bit far. He wasn't the one who said it!"

"Yes, but you're a package deal! And I need proof!" I could practically see her pouting.

"No," I told her firmly, letting the 'package deal' comment slide. After today, there was a chance that we were no longer a 'package deal'. "You'll have to take my word on this one, Liss. You know how personal he is as a person – there's no way I'd betray his trust by showing anyone that video."

"But you did record it?"

"Yup."

"Why? If you won't let me see it, what's the point? And how will I really know you broke up with him if I don't see it?"

"Ask him," I told her. "If you don't believe me, just ask him. I recorded it so I could watch my acting skills later. People keep telling me that I'm a bad liar and I really just don't believe it. I'm a badass liar!"

"Damn," she laughed. "I really wish you'd let me see it. There's no chance you'd let me bribe you with say . . . a brand new car? Maybe a gunmetal grey Maserati?"

"No chance, Dragomir. I have it on good authority that I'll be getting that Aston Vanquish for my birthday."

"What?! No one told me that's what you wanted! How am I mean to arrange that so quickly?! Oh goodness, what colour? Red? Black? Green? Why do you always have to leave things to the last moment?!"

I laughed at her panic. I'd be turning twenty in three days and was sorely looking forward to the purple beast my mobster father had promised to buy me. I hadn't told Lissa about the car because I wasn't sure if Abe would even be able to get his hands on one in the colour I wanted. I was also worried she'd tell Janine and come on, Janine's expression when I got the car would be a gift in itself.

"Relax, Liss. I was only joking," I laughed. "Hey, so when I can go and beg Dimitri to take me back?"

"Umm, well I did dare you be broken up for at least twenty-four hours so . . ."

I sighed and glanced at my watch. Twenty-three hours and thirty-seven minutes to go. This was going to be a long twenty-three hours and thirty-seven minutes.

"I hate you," I told her.