Hi. So, I decided to update sooner. Hope you enjoy. I like this chapter more than the first.

I don't own the amazing VA series.

IF THINGS WEREN'T THE SAME chapter 2

Rose POV

Before I could yell any more, Adrian swung in my room, (half drunk I'm guessing (he reeked of cheep store vodka)) still not braking the kiss and was apparently obvious to my uninviting state. Adrian was always a good kisser, I admit, but was I up to making out with him after I made a promise to Christian and after he screwed me over a year ago for some self-centred vain bimbo? The answer was: Hell, No!

I could have shouted, yelled at him or kicked him out but instead I did something I was best at. I hit him square on the jaw. It was a beautiful punch, one that was sure to leave a good bruise. That would teach him a lesson. I hated him for what he did a year ago. I just centred all that anger into the punch.

Adrian stepped back, rubbing his face with his hand. "Rose! What the fuck?"

"You are asking me what the fuck?" I looked at him disbelievingly. "Sorry, to burst your precious little bubble, but shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" OK, yeah, I did emphasise that I little bit more than I should have, however, I really cared about one thing than and it was to ship Adrian's sorry ass out of my room and hopefully never see him again, but knowing Adrian that was highly unlikely.

"Oh, c'mon, Rosie, baby, you aren't still mad about that little misunderstanding we had a year ago?" Damn straight I was.

I looked at him, pissed off as hell. "Adrian it was everything except a misunderstanding. You were fucking my best friend while we were dating, sorry if I'm still angry, but it did kinda hurt, don't you think?"

"Oh, c'mon were weren't anything serious back than."

"No, me and you weren't serious, me and Camilla were. So go fuck your slut and get the hell away from me." I shook my head, trying hard not to choke him to death.

I still couldn't believe what a moron I was to trust Camilla. I always knew she was a mini Blair Waldorf, guess it was my own mistake of befriending the biggest bitch. Well, couldn't say I didn't deserve it, it came to bite me on the ass sure enough. Karma's a bitch, but apparently not a bigger one than I was.

Adrian looked at me, shaking his head at me. "You know, I think I liked the ice cold bitch more than this new responsible Rose, I think she was way more fun to be around. What happened to her?"

To say that was enough to push my temper was an understanding. Oh the nerve you have Adrian Ivashkov. You always have to poke the bear when it's angry, don't you? I couldn't stand people talking like that to me. Fuck him, he was into a big surprise if he thought I was that same bitch from a year ago.

I looked at him with something that could only be a death glare. "She grew up!" I yelled at him, causing him to flinch. "You know you should try it sometimes, it's really useful once you do."

He laughed like he thought I was joking. Yup he was drunk alright. "C'mon baby you know you want me, no need for playing hard to get, you already got me." He came dangerously close almost gluing our bodies together and trapping my waist so tight it made me flinch.

"Adrian let go and get out." I said that as low and dangerously as I could have. That didn't seem to stop him. What a stupid son of a bitch. OK, new tactic. "Adrian step away from me!" I yelled, tears of frustration were forming already in my eyes.

He glued me even closer. "No way, baby."

"Adrian you are drunk and don't call me your baby ever again! Now let go are get the hell out!"

"Oh, c'mon, baby, don't be like that." He said pleadingly and bent over to kiss me. It was a disgusting kiss, he was too drunk. Jesus it was eight p.m. how can somebody get this hammered so early?

I screamed. And than just as I was about to beat the crap out of a drunk Adrian, someone's faint Russian accented voice shouted.

"Ivashkov step out of the room now!" Oh-Uh, pissed off Russian ten o'clock. Adrian, being the idiot he was, turned around looking at Dimitri with a droll stare.

"Butt the fuck out Belikov, this is non of your business." Adrian snarled at Dimitri, who's face was bright red from anger.

"No, but my fist in your gut is. So move away from Rose and go to your own room. Now!" Dimitri shouted, grabbing Adrian by the hem of his shirt and tossing him out like he didn't weight a thing.

It was be pretty impressive if somebody asked me. I stared at Dimitri while he threw Adrian out and shut the door. I looked at him in awe. Wow, major badass. He looked beyond sexy with the whole guardian thing going on.

My knees gave in and I sank to the floor, gripping my hair and shaking off ridiculous frustrating tears.

Dimitri seemed to notice my melt down and came to kneel down to my level. "Rose? Roza?" I froze at the name he called me, it was so beautiful, so light like a prayer. It made me blush and my insides tingle. "Roza, are you OK?"

I lifted my head to look at him. Our gazes met. And in that weird and absolutely not normal moment we sort off bounded. I couldn't look away from his deep brown chocolate eyes that seemed to make me sink in to them. It was a quiet moment. Our moment where our gazes were more than enough for us.

Snapping out of it I tried to sound as normal as I could. "Fine."

He seemed to snap out too. His eyes turned from warm and inviting to cold and stern and his jaw went hard as if he was consumed with anger. "Did he hurt you, because I swear to God if he did I'm going to–"

"No!" I shouted and than tried awkwardly to stand up, which only made me fall back down on my ass. Oh, brilliant Rose, could you embarrass yourself any more?

He wrapped his warm strong hand around my waist, pulling me up. The moment he touched my waist I felt butterflies swirl in my stomach and than the thought of pulling him lower and tiptoeing to capture his lips with mine...

"Are you sure he didn't hurt you?" He asked me, still looking pissed off.

"Yeah, calm down, comrade." I said putting my hands on his clenched fists. "Take it easy. This is not the first time something like this has happened to me, Adrian or no Adrian."

He nodded curtly. "Well, you better lock your door to keep unwanted maniacs out." He headed out with that.

"Hey, Dimitri?" I shouted.

Stopping, he looked back at me across his shoulder. "Yes?"

"Thanks." I said.

He noddled and with that he rushed out of my room, mumbling something in Russian under his breath.

Dimitri POV

I was passing the hall from Christian's room to up stares where mine was. Christian seemed nice, the kind off guy I would like, but Rose...

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get her out of my head. The last time I saw her she was barely out of her dippers and now... she was a grown woman. OK, fine not grown, yet, but a man could easily mistake her for someone at the age of eighteen, nineteen or twenty. She was so beautiful it was impossible to look away from her. Her beautiful silk dark hair... full lips... dark brown eyes... luscious curvaceous body...

Oh, snap out of it, Belikov! You seriously have some issues! You barely know the girl! My rational part was shrieking at me.

"You are asking me what the fuck?" I heard a voice shriek. I could easily detect that voice from a mile away. Rose. "Sorry, to burst your precious little bubble, but shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

Stepped closer to the room. "Oh, c'mon, Rosie, baby, you aren't still mad about that little misunderstanding we had a year ago?" Another voice said.

Baby? Rosie? Adrian. Of course, who else was that much of an jackass? And he sounded drunk. Drunk at eight p.m. So typical for Adrian.

"Adrian it was everything except a misunderstanding. You were fucking my best friend while we were dating, sorry if I'm still angry, but it did kinda hurt, don't you think?" Wow. I didn't know that. That only made me right. Jesus, the guy was a classic dick. The only thing that confused me in this situation was why did a amazing girl like Rose end up with him.

"Oh, c'mon were weren't anything serious back than." Oh, just hearing that made me sick if he screwed up the best thing he could do was apologise.

"No, me and you weren't serious, me and Camilla were. So go fuck your slut and get the hell away from me." Rose sounded like he would punch Adrian any second. Good. She should. Better her than me.

"You know, I think I liked the ice cold bitch more than this new responsible Rose, I think she was way more fun to be around. What happened to her?" I felt my fists lock at his response. If Rose wasn't going to punch him, I will.

If I hated one thing it was men taking advantage of women, disrespecting them, cheating on them, beating them like dogs and treating them like trash. All which my biological father did to my mother.

"She grew up!" Rose screamed furiously at him. "You know you should try it sometimes, it's really useful once you do."

He laughed which made me angrier all the more. "C'mon baby you know you want me, no need for playing hard to get, you already got me."

"Adrian let go and get out."She said that so low that I barely heard it. "Adrian step away from me!" Than she yelled.

"No way, baby." 1,2,3,4,5...

"Adrian you are drunk and don't call me your baby ever again! Now let go are get the hell out!" She yelled at him.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, don't be like that." Than I heard her scream.

Not able to take it any longer I stormed into the room. "Ivashkov step out of the room now!" I shouted at him, not able to control my anger any longer. Did you hear that you better not piss of a Russian? Well, that's true in my case

"Butt the fuck out Belikov, this is non of your business." he snarled at me which did not good at all, it only pissed me off more. Yeah, hell hawt no fury like a pissed off Russian.

"No, but my fist in your gut is. So move away from Rose and go to your own room. Now!" I said through gritted teeth and pulled him by the hem of his shirt so I could throw him out. He was drunk and unbalanced, so throwing him out wasn't too hard to do.

When I turned around I saw Rose on the fool, shaking her head so that her hair fell on her perfect face to hide the tears. Something about that pose made my heart squeeze in pain. It looked so much like when my father beat up my mother and I was there comforting her while telling Karolina, Viktoria and Sonya to go to their rooms. The day I beat up my father and defended my mother. At the age of of thirteen. Only thirteen.

Not wanting her to hurt I knelt down to her. "Rose? Roza?" Roza? Where the heck did that come from. "Roza, are you OK?"

She lifted her head up, capturing my gaze with hers. The way she looked at made my heart beat faster. I just kept looking at her stunning face. In that moment we were obvious to everything else. We only kept looking and looking at each other like that gaze held all the entire earth from exploding.

"Fine." She mumbled, half audibly.

Like a bucket of cold water has suddenly been poured on me, I snapped out of my daze and instantly became angry. "Did he hurt you, because I swear to God if he did I'm going to–"

"No!" She shouted trying hard to get up, but clumsily she stumbled and fell.

Distracted by her beauty I stood up, wrapping my hand around my waist and pulled her on her feet again.

"Are you sure he didn't hurt you?" I asked again.

"Yeah, calm down, comrade." She said and put her hands on my locked fists, just that touch and me more uneasy. "Take it easy. This is not the first time something like this has happened to me, Adrian or no Adrian."

I nodded, deciding to head off so I don't do something stupid as kiss her. "Well, you better lock your door to keep unwanted maniacs out." I headed out the door.

"Hey, Dimitri?" She shouted. They way she said my name made me want to kiss her even more.

I stopped and looked at her "Yes?"

"Thanks." She said. I nodded and headed out to my room cursing myself in Russian.

God I should have made them kiss!

I hate myself!

Oh, well, next time.

I made it longer than last time!

My fingers are killing me!

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