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"It's over," I told him.

Hurt and pain filled his blue eyes. "What? Why? Did I do something?"

"No."

"Then, what the hell?"

"Because," I told him simply, "You're not good for me. Christian, if I keep dating you, the Queen's going to withdraw her collage offer. I can't risk that. You're not on the losing end her; I am. I'll lose all my dreams and future opportunities."

Christian's eyes grew hard. "And I'm not worth anything? You love your unknown future more than me?"

"It's not like that. Please try to understand. I really do love you, Christian. You're a great guy, but you're not the only great guy. Even if I dump you know – which I am – I'll find love again at some point and time in my life. I mean, you weren't my first love, Aaron was, but I managed to fall in love with you. That means that I can find love again. I'm sorry."

"I can't believe I actually thought you were different," he told me, running a hand through his hair.

"I am different!" I cried.

"Lissa, that's a load of bullshit and you and I both know it. What happens now? Do you just dump me? Let me go off on my own and try to figure out and re-plan my life? Let me guess, you'll go marry Adrian the drunk asshole pervert and live happily ever after at the Royal Court where everyone shall bow at your fee-"

"Stop it!" I screamed, tears streamed down my face. I hated doing this to him, but it was necessary. "You'll refigure your life out. You don't need me and don't talk about Adrian like that. He's a good guy."

"Good enough for you to get with?" he growled.

My anger flared. "Yes, he is. And you know what? He's worth fifty of you!" I threw a cushion at him and watched as it erupted in flames before it even reached him. My eyes widened.

"Lissa, I love you. You're really going to dump me for the Queen?" Pain flooded his voice, making me angrier and angrier. It wasn't his place to feel pain. I was the one who had to go through this. I was the one breaking up with him.

I snapped.

"It's not fair on me! You're a Strigoi wannabe. No one trusts you. I shouldn't have to suffer for that!"

Oh damn. Did I really just say that? If the look in his face was anything to go by, I think I did. His face took on a murderous scowl and for the first time in ages, I was actually scared of him.

Christian took a step back, but still wore the scowl. "Strigoi wannabe? If that's the way you want it, fine."

And just like that, he stalked off. I sighed in relief. At least he didn't burn my hair.