Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy.

Author's Note: Italic are texts or computer messages. Any 'regular' [Talking] will be non-italic.

If you are so into a DimitrixRose couple, this is not a Fanfic for you. Though I love the couple, I wanted to play around with what happens here. So If you are a Romitri couple, do not come here and dash this fanfic just because it isn't that type couple story…

Prolog

'Why is your picture of a rose?'

'It has to do with something about me.'

'Care to tell me?'

';) Maybe another time. Why if your picture of a fire?'

'No you don't. You don't tell me about your picture, I do not tell you about mine.'

That is how this relationship between me and this guy started on the computer, two years ago. At first, we would message each other all day once a week, then it was three, then before we knew it, we were talking every day and have not stopped since. Neither of us knew the others name or what we looked like, we had better things to talk about. At first, it was about school and what college we would go to go. Then it transformed into talking about our families into more personal things like feelings and cares. This person was my online best friend, I could tell him anything. Things I could never tell my best friend, Lissa, or my parents.

I was close to my parents, well my father, and I liked to confide in him in some things but not all. Most of it was about boys, because honestly he was very protective of his 'girls.' Therefore, I did not tell him exactly why I broke up with my last two boyfriends Adrian and Dimitri. Adrian had 'found someone who he had stronger feelings for,' and left me for her. Seeing them around them around school, I could tell their feelings for each other were strong. Adrian was, now, 18 and smoked all the time when he was younger but when he got with Sydney, he quit. Adrian was also a huge flirt and did it all the time when he was with me, but since getting together with her; he only had eyes for her. His usual flirts that use to come up to him never did anymore as he rejected all of them. He never tried to quit the flirting or smoking for me, so even though I was bitter in the beginning I knew she was a good thing for him.

Then there was Dimitri, who cheated on me with, his new girlfriend at a party, Tasha. Those two, I never pay attention, him doing that hurt more than Adrian did. Adrian Lissa and I were still sort of friends with and hung out with sometimes. However, we-Lissa- completely shunned Dimitri and Tasha from the group. And what Lissa wants, she usually gets. Everybody loved Lissa and tried to make her happy, especially since her father owned most of the school. They got it through their head that he could change things to go against everything that was good about this school. Idiots.

They were all seniors while Lissa and I were juniors and the most popular. Lissa does not know about my 'mystery guy,' someone might ask why after two and a half years, have I not learned his name. Technically, he has a name, but as Pryo90. Which he changed to please me when I learned about him being a pyromaniac and had started calling him that. He had finally admitted after a few months he liked the nickname and changed his screen name. However, his name is Pyro, to me.

To him, I was Red91. Nevertheless, he calls me, Thorn. Mostly after I told him, how I take/took many different self-defense classes and how I, basically, live in my home gym. In addition, do not forget how my picture was of a rose. He admits he goes to the gym, but does not live in one. I've learned many things about him; he's adopted since the age of 5, goes to the same school I do-I'll get to that later- he is one year older than me but still in the same grade, and he is rich. I do not care that he was rich, that was the very last thing I cared about. However, he got the money through both his birth parents and his adoptive parents, who could not have children of their own. You would think that I could tell who this person was if he went to my school and was rich right? Wrong.

Only the 'rich' got into this school. You paid to be here, you live in huge dorms that had everything a teenager could want, only the best food, and the best classes. So being rich was the entire school. The school itself practically screamed money.

How this relationship started?

Well, my English teacher along with the rest of the freshman English's teachers thought it would be a great idea to have all of us sign up for this messaging website-made by the school. Create names and then they exchange web names with the other teachers and assigned them to us. They made rules that we could not learn each other's name-until the project was over- and limit the amount we told each other about personal items. By the end of the year, when the project was over and we had to write a paper on the other person and what we learned about conversing with a stranger amongst school. Most of everyone met the other person, while my 'partner' and I did not want that. We liked being able to tell someone we had no idea who they were and would not judge from things they have heard about each other. In addition, fear was one of them; we did not want to lose that somewhat comfortable relationship we had. We did not want to meet and everything change and get awkward. The school deleted our accounts soon though, but not before, we exchange numbers and we kept taking. Of course, we have kept the same rules, but all this time later I was getting curious on who I was talking to.

I wonder if the guy sitting next to me was him or the guy across my locker, who's always flirting with me, or even if it's the guy who sits behind me in history that I talk to regularly. Every person I pass I wonder if it is him. But knowing I'll probably never know.

'How was your day?' Flashed through my phone screen. The bold black letters of Pyro flashed at me, alerting me who it was. I was in my dorm room, studying. Well, trying like always my mind seemed to stray from what needed to be done.

'Boring and stressful. Yours?' I put my notes in my math book and closed it now focusing on texting him.

'Stressful… How? Mine if the usual.' The usual was being picked on and made fun of. Moreover, with the way, the school was, about one/ fourth of the student body was bullied. I never liked bullies and usually put a stop to them, rich jerks can be so cruel. You could be bullied simply by the way you acted, being a 'nerd,' the way you dressed, or by not being rich enough for the jerks. Yeah, I might be rich, but my father thought me I had to work for everything I got.

He never simply gave me money when I asked, I had to do chores such as wash the cars, clean the pool, the attic or other things that could equally be messy. And my father kept record of how often I asked for money if I'd asked too much for the month he flat out refuses saying if I had a job I had to work with the money given to me for that month and I'd reached my limit. I hated those times, but I knew he was doing it to help me. I was just like him in many ways, and I did not really like smoothing off my parents. I did not want to rely on them my whole life because of the money I wanted to make something of myself like my parents had.

My father was a 'business man' and my mother was a lawyer. Good verse Evil often went off in the house. My mom followed and enforced the law while my father likes to break and go against it often. How they ever became a couple and married was beyond me, but even now I how much love they had for each other and it had only seemed to grow the longer they have been together. I'd hope my love life was going to be just like theirs one day- the growing love part, at least.

Shaking my head out of those thoughts, I turned back to texting Pyro. 'Math test, History test, Science test, and my mom is on to me about failing most of my classes.'

A reply was sent back almost within seconds of me sending it. 'Maybe you need a tutor?'

He knew how hard it was for me to get things, how long it was for me to understand most of the stuff the school taught us. He never told me once I was stupid for not understanding anything, and from what I knew he was smart. Usually I had asked him how to do something and he would send detailed notes of how to do it or something that would help me remember it easier.

'Why can't I just ask you when I have trouble?'

'Because you need someone to speak it also.' Texting was all we ever did, trust me we'd both tried and talked about speaking to each other but both still way to chicken to do so.

'Well maybe it's time we actually start speaking to each other.' I sent back in hope I will get an answer. The reply did not come as quickly as the others did, though.

'Thorn,' I could practically hear a sigh, I know he most likely did when he read the message. 'I thought we talked about this.'

'We have! But I just curious has too who the hell you are. Don't you want to know who I am?'

'Of course I do.'

'There is a but, I am sensing a but.'

'But we agreed to never meet.'

'I want to break that promise. I shouldn't have agreed!' I did not get a text back; I gave up waiting after five minutes to get a reply before sighing and plugging my phone to charge and stepped into the shower.

Quickly washing my body and hair, I change into my red booty shorts with a matching red tank. If we did not have this disagreement Pyro and I would be up all night talking to each other. However, this argument was frequently and always ended with one of us not texting back the rest of the night. As I lay on my queen size bed, I looked up at my ceiling and decided I am going to meet Pyro in person if it's the last thing I do.