A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the late update. School's been hectic for a while so I haven't touched my computer.

So, here it is. thanks for the reviews, btw! keep it coming! ;)

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CHAPTER TWO

DPOV

Damn that Adrian! He left me again this morning. Is it so hard to wake me up? Now I've got half an hour until school starts! I got up and quickly prepared myself in the fastest way possible. I was already trained to be ready in a small time slot, so I still won't be late no matter how much time I've got. I just gulped down some coffee and decided to eat a heavy lunch later. I went in the car and drove to school.

Thank God I've still got fifteen more minutes before the bell rings. Not wasting any time that I have, I tried looking for Adrian everywhere, but I couldn't find him. Giving up, I walked down the hallway which leads to our usual meeting place when I spotted him with Christian and the others, talking to a new girl.

"Adrian!" I called out to him

As if by instinct, the girl froze then looked at me.

NO WAY.

Why is she here?

Dark brown hair that almost looked black in soft waves falling mid-waist. Brown orbs so mesmerizing and can look straight into my soul. A voluptuous body having curves in the right places. Skin that is the same shade as the inside of an almond.

An exotic desert princess.

And here I thought, I was finally gonna have an enjoyable school year.

The hell with this.

RPOV

Death in a cowboy duster approached us and for a moment, I saw surprise light his features. Knowing him, he immediately put his business mask on, and shifted his attention to Adrian. Lissa, sharp as she is, tried introducing me to him.

"Oh yeah, this is—"

"Dimitri Belikov, douche bag extraordinaire." I cut her off

"If it isn't Rose Hathaway, bitch of the century." He smirked

"Wait, you two know each other?" Eddie looked confused

"Of course I know him. He's the biggest asshole there is."

"If I'm an asshole, then you're a pussy."

"I'm never a pussy. I have one though, one you won't ever get to taste. And from what I remember, you were interested in dicks, not pussies."

Those who heard our exchange dropped their jaws. They looked from me to Dimitri, then to me again. It's not everyday a new student insults the son of the Russian Mafia.

Little did they know I've been doing that since I was five years old.

"Close your mouths. Do you want a fly to soar in?" I asked them and went in the classroom.

The bell rang and snapped them back to reality. Lissa sat beside the chair where I was sitting on, then Christian, Adrian, then Eddie. Dimitri sat at the far back, beside a girl I figured was a relative of Christian's.

As the lesson went on, I felt two sets of eyes glaring at me. Without the need of looking where it came from, I knew who it belonged to. Well, maybe except the other one, I didn't really know her.

With the awesome ninja moves that I possessed, I scribbled down a note and passed it to Christian.

Hey Chrissie, is that your cousin glaring at me? Don't look back.

He scrawled and passed it to me again.

No Rosie, that's my mother.

Yeah, and I'm St. Vladimir. Don't mess with my Fire crotch, just answer the damn question.

Whoa, did I step on a landmine or something? Anyway, she's a relative of mine. Her name's Tasha. Why? I never thought your standards were that low.

Shut the fuck up if you do not want me to go over your desk and do it myself.

Thus ends our mini conversation and the first period.

Second period was history. Today, we were talking about the Second World War and the USSR. How boring, as I already studied it from when I was a child. I caught Dimitri sleeping from the corner of my eye. Hey, the guy's Russian, so I guess this must be like naptime for him.

Morning classes were a breeze. Thanks to my 'superior intelligence' I already knew most of the lessons we were having. We were walking to the cafeteria when I noticed all the strange stares of people passing by directed at me. Thinking there must be something wrong, I dashed to my locker and did not like what I saw.

The word 'skank' and 'man-stealer' were written all over it in big, bright, red letters. Spray paint. How very typical.

Lissa was fretting on whoever did this, Adrian was too drunk to realize what was happening, Eddie looked frustrated, while Christian, Dimitri and I knew the culprit as bright as day.

Just then, a high-pitched laugh erupted from the corner.

Tasha Ozera was standing there with her posse. Now that I look at her, she had the same jet-black hair and icy blue eyes as Christian. Then I realized what Christian meant by 'distant relative'. Tasha was no cousin of his. Tasha is his illegitimate half-sister.

She looked at me from head to toe. I crossed my arms but maintained by gaze on her eyes. No way am I gonna lose this war she started.

"Wow, Rose. Even your locker knows what you are. It even showed the whole school." She sneered, then turned her attention to Dimitri and did a poor imitation of my man-eater smile. "Hey Dimka," she winked.

Dimitri remained indifferent to her miserable attempt at flirting while I snorted.

Her attention was now back on me.

"Is there something funny, man-stealer?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, I was wondering why these words were on my locker and not yours."

A few of her 'friends' snickered along with Christian, Eddie, Lissa, Adrian and whoa—Dimitri.

"Shut up." She snapped at her peers. She then took a step closer to me and slapped my face. "Bitch, know your limits. You haven't even spent half a day in this school yet. I suggest you be careful on who you talk back to."

I raised my head and faced her. Before any of them realized what was happening, I clenched my fist and punched her face. I felt the familiar sensation of bones cracking; in this case, it was her ugly nose. She staggered for a few steps, blood oozing out like hell.

"This is your only warning, Natasha Ozera. You do not want to mess with me. I've sent countless souls to hell, some still on the verge of life and death. Next time you do a poor attempt of bitch-slapping me again, I won't think twice about breaking your neck and feed your remains to the tramps across the street. They won't even recognize they ate their own kind because after I'm done with you, there won't be much left to recognize. Now why don't you run like the bitch you are, with your tail between your legs while pissing your pants off? And remember this: the moment you decided to meddle with my business, there's no turning back and no one will able to help you. Not even Daddy Lucas or Mommy Miranda."

I let my words sink in and she and her bunch of loyal followers scampered off like little tramps.