Chapter 1
Can we help you?
"Ugh!" I exclaim as I lean against the wall. "Rose!" a voice which belonged to my best friend Lissa Dagomir, called from the next room. I'm Rose Hathaway and I'm 20 years old. It was the day before my first day of college and I was already exhausted. Lissa and I had been looking for an apartment near our new college, St. Vladimir, all day.
"I think I like this one," she said looking around the room. "It has two huge rooms with their own bathroom, a big kitchen/dining room, and a decent sized living room. Look! It even has a balcony!" she said, pointing out the sliding glass window. "Plus, it's only 3 minutes away from school and rent is only 500 dollars a month," I add.
"Well, we should start moving our stuff in, then," she says. A loud sigh escapes my lips. This is the worst part of moving. I grabbed my key out of my pocket and started down to my car. I was trying to get down the stairs quickly and slipped because of my shoes. I was wearing blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a brown leather jacket, and brown high heeled boots to match. My hair was down in its natural curls that went almost all the way to my waist. I fell right on my hair with a plop. From the top of the stairs I heard Lissa giggle. "Whatever," I murmur as I stood up and brushed myself off.
I finally got to my car and unlocked it. I decide to start with the biggest box first. It held all of my clothes, shoes, and accessories and it was heavy. I could lift about 250 pounds. I have a lot of clothes. I picked it up and shut my car door. As I held it my legs wobbled. I knew it wasn't long before I gave in. Suddenly, someone lightly tapped my shoulder. I take a deep breath and dropped the box to the ground.
I turn around to see the two hottest guys I've ever seen. The guy who tapped me on the shoulder was about 6'7" with huge muscles. I was considered tall at 5'9" in heels. After seeing him, I will not consider myself tall. He had long light brown hair that went to his shoulders and mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes.
Behind him stood a man about 6'1" with a nice lean body. He had brown hair that was obviously styled to look messy. He had beautiful emerald eyes that reminded me of Lissa.
"Hello," said the taller one. He had an accent lacing his words. It took me a minute to recognize it as Russian.
"H...h...hi," I stuttered out.
"I'm Dimitri and this is Adrian," he said pointing to the man behind him.
"I'm Rose," I say a little more under control.
"You just moved across from us and we were wondering if we could help you,". I was totally dumbstruck. "You know, with your boxes," he said, gesturing to the one I had set down.
"Oh. Sure," I said, picking up the box and handing it to him. Before he turned he looked me up and down with a small smirk on his face. As he walked away a small blush came on my cheeks. He is a god!
"Hey," said Adrian. I smiled at him before turning around and giving him a box. In about half an hour, with Dimitri and Adrian's help, we had both Lissa and my boxes upstairs. "Thanks for your help, boys," I said. "Hey, would you by any chance be going to St. Vladimir?" Dimitri asked me.
"Yeah, it's Lissa and I's first day tomorrow," I reply.
"Cool! That's where we go," Adrian says.
"Maybe we could meet up for breakfast before we go," Dimitri adds.
"Sounds good but, we might be late because I'll have to drag Rose out of bed," Lissa says dryly.
"Well, we better be going," hums Adrian.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Dimitri says to me with a small smile.
"See you tomorrow," I say back shaking his hand. Electricity shoots through me at his touch and I know he feels the same way. When he leaves I plop on the couch. "I think I like Dimitri," I say to Lissa.