My resolve to move on from him and try and make things work with Adrian lasted about three and a half days even after he said he didn't love me anymore that day in the Church. His words replayed in my mind over, and over. "Love fades, mine has."Each time, hitting me harder than the numerous physical blows I had come to receive. I'd never thought I was capable of feeling this dejected and worse so, I'd never ever imagined that this would be the reason why. Somehow I thought that what we had would last forever . . . apparently not. I wouldn't take that for an answer, 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" or whatever. The jealousy and hurt and rejection had sent me into some crazed state of mind and I was absolutely convinced that Dimitri still loved me. So in true Rose fashion, I was in turn, going to drive him to insanity.
I woke up on that fourth day, the reality of my situation settling in, in the form of blunt pain in my chest. But today I pushed it away. My three day solitary confinement had taken its toll on my room. Clothes were strewn everywhere; on the floor, the bed, the bathroom . . . One of my t-shirts was now hanging off the corner off the artwork above the bed. Meh.
They had just relaxed Dimitri's security, even though he still had two guards with him, they had replaced his jail cell with a room at Court. All I had to do was push his self control to breaking point, I had done it before. Easier said than done though, I don't know how I would handle his harsh rejection again. Before leaving for the gym I tied my hair up, showing off the influx of Molnija marks I had received since the last time he'd seen me. Not that he'd notice, but I was hoping he would.
There was around three training sessions a day for the Guardians at Court, the morning session was by far the biggest with almost thirty guardians showing up today. I walked through Court in a daze, it was a wonder I didn't hit anything. By the time I reached the gym I was hot and sticky from the humid summer air. I walked straight in the big industrial doors expecting something close to the Academy's gym. I was wrong. I stepped inside the huge, state-of-the-art room in awe. The ceiling was extraordinarily high and the room was filled with every obstacle and training equipment imaginable. My skin welcomed the nice, cool air.
"Rose Hathaway, nice of you to join us, your reputation precedes you," a smooth voice addressed me from behind. I turned to see the source and found a tall, caramel skinned guardian with striking blue eyes. He was cute, I guess. Turning on my charm, I met his smirk with a knowing smile.
"Oh? And why is that?" I asked putting my hands on my hips and tilting my head to the side and he laughed at my expression.
"Well, you've almost got the same amount of molinija marks as me and you've only just graduated," he shrugged.
My smile grew, so I guess not all guardians were cold and uptight around here. . .
"Anyway, you've chosen a good day to show up. We're running a 'game' tonight," he said still smiling, the memory of his laugh still written on his face. This was not what I was expecting; all I wanted was to find Dimitri, to catch a glimpse in the hopes of minimising the pain in my chest. But somehow my competitive nature had taken care of that (for the time being) and I was intrigued by this so-called 'game'.
"Something tells me you've got what it takes to knock the Champion off his throne . . ." he pondered aloud. It was like giving a glass of wine to an alcoholic, my competitiveness screamed in anticipation.
"And who would that be?" I asked.
"Me." Was all he said with a mischievous look in his gorgeous eyes as he walked off . . .
"Hey, wait! What's your name?" I demanded causing a few heads to turn in my direction. But in response he simply winked and kept walking.
