Hello people, new and old readers!
This is for my older readers.
Okokok i get it, im sorry for how i seem to drop off the face of the earth for a few weeks and then come back with a shitty update or two before disappearing again... im getting really, really lazy now since its the holidays and even though im bored as fuck, i cant seem to get my ass over to my chair and start writing. and shit, now i need to apologize AGAIN because instead of updating the sweetest series OR seduction and deception, i went ahead and started another fucking story...
uhhhhh. i don't have an excuse for that, but i REALLY needed a breath of fresh air. and admittedly, a high school romance story sorta appeals to me right now, so... again, im sorry that i have such a short attention span and a lazy asshole, but i cant help it :/
On a brighter note. . .
Im halfway through a one-shot (at the threat of someone by the name of lily_parker...) about Rose and Dimitri, and its going to be uploaded to Behind Closed Doors, so you can kinda guess what it's going to be about. Uh huh. Sex. Yeah, sex. And this isn't going to be like my other lemons, nope. See, I've sorta decided that I'm going to go on turbo mode for this one, like off the charts hot. Which actually might translate to 'dirty', but... I'll try not to go overboard, k? ;) Oh, and I'm also going to be entering that one-shot in a fan-fic contest, so if you like it... *hinthinthinthinthinthint*
Back to the story!
Okay, this story is going to revolve around Rose and Dimitri. They're going to be the center of attention, with the story building around them. There will be other characters and couple pairings, but those will be short and a sort of 'break' between each Rose and Dimitri scene. I promise I won't put as much emphasis on them because it'll drag out the story too much, (and God knows I lose interest way too fast to finish a long drawn out story)
It's gonna be your stereotypical high school story with them all being seniors and stuff, but I'll try to make it as exciting as possible, so try not to get bored before the action really starts :)
Below is a little excerpt...
Dimitri stiffened when he saw that it was her at the door.
She gave him a rueful smile as she fought past the violent, powerful chokehold of emotions that surfaced the moment she laid eyes on him after so long. It could have been a mere day; it could have been years, decades even. She wasn't quite sure anymore.
Time held no significance to her.
It seemed that without Dimitri, little did.
A week ago, that would have had scared her senseless, sent her running.
But no longer.
"You shouldn't be here." Quiet, implacable words.
Rose's heart sank at the rejection, but the overwhelming need to make things right had her standing her ground. She had always been stubborn, perhaps more so than Dimitri even, but maybe, for once in her life, it was going to become one of her redeeming qualities. "I know," she said quietly, an ache in her chest at his emotionless eyes, his expression as hard and unforgiving as granite. "But if you'll just give me a chance to explain - "
"I don't have any more time for your games, Rose." Dimitri said, even more quietly, and all the more stinging. But he didn't close the door, didn't make any movement to shut her out, and Rose took comfort in that. That meant that despite everything that he had said, beneath his harsh and bitter exterior, he still yearned – and that was already more than she could have ever hoped for.
And in that instant, Rose realized with startling clarity that words would never be able to express the strength of her feelings towards him, that it was close to impossible to put to words all the jumbled emotions within her. It would just be a hindrance.
So she just let down all her defences, knowing without the slightest shadow of a doubt that even in his state of distraught and disarray, Dimitri will never intentionally hurt her. That in itself broke her, how selfless the man she had fallen in love with was. And with that, a blinding sense of peace – it was now or never.
She let the memories of their time together – no matter how woefully short and piteously inadequate it was to her – wash over her.
She let the emotions she had kept carefully in check inside of her go, giving them free reign.
And most importantly, she just let herself be, just let herself love Dimitri.
And it all showed in her eyes.
Okay, there's the little sneak peak into Rose and Dimitri's relationship towards the end, and now that you know that they had a sort of fall out, can you guess what led to it? :) (just realized that with the summary of the story, its pretty damn obvious already...) it'll be pretty obvious in a few more chapters, but for now, I'll like to keep all of you guys in suspense... Here's the actual chapter below.
"If I was a lost puppy, would you bring me home?"
Rose paused in the middle of scribbling some barely legible words on her overdue history assignment long enough to look up at Adrian Ivashkov – one of her best friends since freshman year – and shake her head tiredly. "Way too cheesy."
It was the start of senior year, and the two of them had agreed last night to meet up earlier so they could cram in some last minute work. Adrian's definition of 'work', however, appeared to somewhat differ from hers.
"I thought so too." The varsity team wrestler sitting across the table from her didn't appear the slightest bit daunted though, for he just moved his index finger downwards a slight inch on the piece of paper to land on another pick-up line. "Okay, what about this? If you were a tear in my eye, I won't cry for fear of losing you."
Rose stifled a groan, covering her ears with her palms. "Please spare me the agony."
A few minutes passed in relative peace after that as Adrian studied his printout of pick-up lines so intensely that one would think he was figuring out a way to defy gravity. Rose was just grateful for the reprieve so she could work on her essay in earnest. Then, "Aha!"
"I'm almost afraid to ask."
The wryness of her tone in no way dampening his excitement, Adrian pinched the fabric of his T-shirt and asked, "Do you know what material this is?"
Sighing, Rose once again found herself having to stop to glance up at Adrian. They had been going at this for almost an hour now, and Rose was quickly losing her patience. At the rate she was going at, she would be lucky if she managed to finish her work before Christmas arrived. "Remind me again why you're doing this?"
"Why, for the good of mankind of course!"
"I fail to see how finding the best pick-up lines is going to benefit the human race in any way."
A quick shrug of his shoulders. "Neither do I" – He held out his hand, palm outwards in a silencing gesture when Rose was about to express her disbelief – "but rest assured that you'll be the first one to know when I figure it all out."
"You're so full of bullshit." Crude words that were otherwise laced with affection.
Adrian smiled, not bothering to refute her statement. "Ah, but that's part of my charm."
Their conversation reaching another lull, Rose returned to her work while Adrian started fidgeting, clearly restless. He was so full of energy, asking him to stay still for longer than a minute was like getting a pig to fly.
As she thought, when it was a few seconds short of a minute, Adrian was up on his feet. "What's that you're doing?" Leaning over to peer at the essay she was hurrying through, it took even Adrian – the master of indecipherable handwritings – almost a minute to understand what he was reading. "History? Holy fuck, you have to be kidding me." Seating himself back down with a grimace, he said, "I've never stayed awake long enough in one of those lessons to remember anything. Sorry, I can't be of any help there."
"There's a reason why I didn't ask for any in the first place."
His grin was quicksilver, making him even more irresistibly cute. Being in the school wrestling team and competing in the lightweight category, Adrian was more lean than bulky, which really suited his charmingly good looks, what with his green eyes and lightly tousled brown hair. In a way, he was almost beautiful, but he had still not forgiven Rose when she had called him exactly that. "I'm overjoyed to know that you have absolute confidence in my knowledge."
"Always," Rose replied, mirroring his grin. It was so. . . easy to converse with Adrian, as if she could speak freely and never worry about being judged by him. Two years ago, during their junior year, they had dated, thinking that they were right for each other. However, Adrian was too much of a free soul to be tied down, and Rose had always been unreasonably possessive, so it was inevitable for the relationship to fail. Their friendship didn't sour though, and how they were still spending time with each other now was a testament to it.
The bell rang then, signaling the start of her last year in high school. "I'm not even halfway done yet!" she complained to him, gesturing at her essay. "And it's all your fault!"
Adrian didn't seem overly concerned. "Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Mr. Ribs probably won't even remember he assigned us anything."
"I'm on the verge of failing history, Adrian."
He blinked. "I already failed."
"You have a wrestling scholarship."
"That I do," Adrian said easily as he shoveled all his books into his bag before slinging it over his right shoulder, "but that's hardly the point."
Rose snorted, picking up her books strewn all over the surface of the bench. "Easy for you to say when you have something to fall back on. I need to get my GPA up this semester, or else it'll be close to impossible for me to enter Yale."
Falling into step beside Adrian, they joined the stream of students entering the doors of Paradise High. "Don't worry too much about it," Adrian advised her, "you've done great for the past three years; this year will be no exception."
"I hope so," Rose murmured, hugging the books to her chest.
A companionable silence followed for a few seconds as they shuffled forward with the crowd, then Adrian nudged her in the shoulder. "Right! I almost forgot. Back to where we left off. . ." Again, he pinched the fabric of his T-shirt and asked, this time with a silly grin on his face. "Any idea what material this is?"
Grudgingly, Rose reached out with a hand to feel the fabric. "Cotton?" she grumbled.
"No." His grin widened. "Boyfriend material!"
Rose groaned and covered her face with the hardcover of her history textbook to the sound of Adrian's laughter.
sooo, since I don't live in america and have about zero idea on how high school works, can someone give me an insight of how stuff works there? I'll need to know more about the football teams, wrestling teams, courses and topics of study like english and maths (or do you have different names for them?) and other general points that i might not be aware of. I think I do know quite a bit, but i want to get the details right, so if you spot some mistakes, please do tell me about them and i'll change them.
I'll really appreciate any sort of help! Thanks :)