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Never in a million years would have I thought that this would happen to me. But, it was happening.
"If you got the choice to pick whatever Moroi to guard who would it be?" asked Christian Ozera, setting his icy blue gaze on me.
I sighed. Was he really asking this question again? "Christian, you already know who that is."
"Okay. Suppose that for whatever reason you don't get Lissa…who would you choose, Adrian or me?"
"That's easy," I said, putting on a fake smile, "Neither!"
"Little dhampir, I am hurt," Adrian Ivashkov said, coming from behind me. From the look on his face, he had overheard the conversation between Christian and I.
I turned around, wishing I could wipe that annoying smirk off that witty face. "Why is that, Adrian?"
"The thought of you not wanting me, hurts me to no extent…" He said.
I rolled my eyes. "Adrian, grow up," I said, looking back at Christian, resuming the conversation him and I had been having. "And, no, I will never have to choose between you two because I Thwill get Lissa."
"Let's say for crap's sake that you don't, who would you choose?" Christian asked, getting impatient that I wouldn't answer.
"If it came to that," I said, putting a finger under my chin, pondering on whether Christian or Adrian would be better to guard. "I think I would choose…you." I pointed at Christian. I changed the subject right away. I didn't want Adrian starting to argue over something stupid. "Why are we even discussing this…I might not pass my trials."
"Rose, you are a badass and you will just pass your trials and become a guardian. A good guardian." Adrian said, stepping on the cigarette he had been smoking. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have business to tend to." While he retreated, he gave me a look, sort of as if he were trying to tell me something. Before he left, he gave me a huge, Adrian Ivashkov smile.
What the hell was that for? "Well, my precious love, I have to go find my summer blossom." Christian left, leaving me alone and wondering what the hell was up with Adrian. I hoped it was nothing bad. Or, I hoped it was nothing stupid like Adrian liked to get most of the time. Well, whatever it was, it was sure to be bad.
I rolled my eyes and walked back to my room. As soon as I got there I closed the door and sighed.
I looked over my room and for some reason I began reminiscing about the past. From the first day of moving in here, to the day I ran away with Lissa to keep her safe from Victor Dashkov. That somehow made me think a little about the Russian bad ass that brought us back.
I sighed again. I really did miss Dimitri, but I had to quickly dismiss the thought. I scanned over my room one last time and decided to clean up my mess.
And by mess, I meant dump. The hamper was over flowing with dirty clothes, half of what was worn last week was either on the ground or hanging from the chair and desk, and there was even the clothes on my headboard from this morning during my closet raid.
I grabbed the clothes on the desk and chair first. I tried to hang them in my closet, but failed. The door of it wouldn't budge. I shrugged and decided to put them in my luggage already.
When that was done, I got the clothes on the headboard and also tossed them into the luggage. I walked to the hamper and dragged it to the washroom downstairs.
I decided to wash the colors first, then the whites. I separated them then tossed the colors in the washing machine. How much detergent are you supposed to put? I asked myself. I grabbed the Tide bottle and decided to probably pour one cup. I poured it into the machine; closed the door; then pushed the start button.
"Washing too?" I heard a familiar voice ask.
I turned around to see Eddie. I smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, " I put a hand on the back of my head. "Full hamper. You?"
"Nope." He popped the 'p.' "I started packing." He opened the top of the machine next to mine and dumped all of them in.
"I sort of did too." I said. "Hey! You're supposed to separate them!"
He laughed. "Did I mention these aren't even mine?" He smirked. "These are Stan's." I looked into his load and saw a lot of familiar clothing that I know I saw only Stan wear.
"And what are you doing with it?" I asked. Why the heck does he have his laundry?
"Well," He hummed. "For all the years, of being a 'cool' teacher, I asked him if I could do his laundry." He snickered. "And he said yes." Then he broke down laughing and had to lean against the washing machine while he held his ribs.
"So, you're doing his laundry for him." I murmured. "And you're laughing because you're planning on turning his whites pink huh?" He nodded. Then an idea came to mind. I dug through my pile and got out a black lace thong.
"What are doing?" He asked as I put the thong in his machine.
"Just an idea." I smiled innocently at him. He gave me a puzzled look. "My way of getting back at him."
He smiled deviously, then put a cup of Tide in his machine then closed it and turned it on. Then he leaned on the machine as it vibrated. Then turned serious.
"So," I jumped on my machine. "Who do you want to guard?"
He turned to me and smiled. "I think I would either want to guard Christian." I rolled my eyes at him. "What? He's cool." I scoffed and shook my head. "And what about you?"
"Eddie, that's an obvious answer." I stated. "Lissa of course."
"What if you didn't get Lissa and got stuck with someone else?"
I groaned. "What the heck is with you people?" I asked a little irritated. He shot me a look. "Sorry, Christian asked me the same question today. I would want anyone but Adrian."
"Oh," was all he said and left the wash room.
"Hey, you forgot Stan's stuff!" I yelled.
"I'll get it later!" He yelled back. I rolled my eyes and washed the rest of my clothes, then threw them into the drier.
When that was done I went back to my room and tossed them in the open luggage and decided to lounge in here for awhile.
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