Okay people this is another poor girl who fell victim to Adrian and his heart-breaking ways. From now on I will give a short description of the girl at the beginning of the chapter so you won't be confused.

Name: Ivy Zeklos

Race: Moroi

Element: Air

Description: Tall and Lean, long ruler-straight black hair, pale-blue eyes and sharp features.

I like this Chapter a lot, and I hope you like it too! It's a little different from the others.

Disclaimer: I do not own Adrian or Vampire Academy, but I do own Ivy, Lea, and the plot.

APOV

I found myself staring at Ivy, trying to figure out what she was thinking, as I already have countless times. Her clever eyes stared deep into mine, as if she knew all my secrets. As usual, her perfect poker face gave away nothing. She just looked like she knew something I didn't. Which she probably did. I could never figure out how she did it.

"How is the mind reading going?" I asked her. This earned a small smile.

"I'd work better if I had more material to work with," she replied sarcastically. I smiled despite the insult. It was a typical witty Ivy response.

Her gaze drifted away from me and around my room. I tried to clean it up a little before Ivy came, but it was still very messy. Looking at her beautiful figure reminded me of how we met. I had just broken up with Lea, her good friend, and she had come by to give me a piece of her mind. Surprisingly, when I started flirting with her, she gave into me and flirted back. Now we're going out, and I feel like she's something more than the other girls. Her mysterious attitude fascinated me, and I always wanted to figure her out. I even think I loved her a little. (A.N. Yes I did get that line from Spirit Bound! :P)

Finally her eyes drifted back to me. I leaned across my bed and gently pinned her down to it. I looked into her mysterious eyes and asked, "What are you thinking? What's going on in there?"

She smiled up at me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She reached her lips up to mine and gave me another one of her seductive kisses. Pulling away, she said, "I'm thinking that we should be leaving for dinner soon."

I sighed. Dinner. Right.

"I get to pick tonight, right?" She asked, letting go of my neck.

"Yep," I sat up. "So are we going to Paris or not?"

She sighed. "No, I wana make it a surprise."

I smiled and replied, "I love surprises."

In a couple of minutes she was leading me around the royal court's many gardens. I tried to see where we were going, but I didn't figure it out till I actually caught sight of the restaurant. It was a nice one I've been to a couple times before, but only as we walked in did I relies this was actually the restaurant I went to when I broke up with Lea. It was awkwardly ironic.

Ivy seemed completely oblivious to this fact, however, and sat herself down in the seat the waiter showed her to. I sat down across from her.

I tried not to think of the fact that this was about the area where I broke Lea's heart, and instead I looked to the menu. When the waiter came, Ivy just ordered a small salad, which made my order of stake seem ridiculously too much and pig-like. Oh-well.

"Why are you so quite?" Ivy asked me. It was so much like the night with Lea that for a second I almost panicked at the thought of loosing Ivy. But I would never do that to her. I promised myself I wouldn't.

"No reason," I replied. "I'm just… I dunno, tired I guess. But I'm not going to let that stop me from being my usual handsome, funny, lovable self."

She smiled. "Don't forget modest."

"Why would someone like me need modesty? Modesty is for people who don't have any other fun traits, so they get to go around calling themselves modest like it's something to be proud of."

Ivy sighed. For a couple of minutes neither of us said anything, and she did her "stair-into-your-soul" thing that always gave me goose-bumps and love her at the same time. If I hadn't known better I would have thought she was… deciding something. Then, out of nowhere, she asked the weirdest question.

"How much do you care about me?"

"What?"

"I mean, like, what do you think of me? Why do you think of me the way you do? Tell me."

I was caught completely off-guard. She wants to talk about feelings? That was just so… I don't know… Feminine. It's what chicks do. Not guys.

"Well…" I stammered, "I think you're really hot. You're really fun. You're the smartest chick I know, and you, well, know me. It freaks me out sometimes, you know me so well."

Then she asked the one question that could possibly be harder to answer.

"Do you love me?"

It took me a second to answer. I thought of that first day she came to scream at me, our first date, first kiss, first time we slept together. I thought of all the time we spent together, I thought of the way she stared deep into my soul and knew thing about me I didn't even know about myself. After my few moments of thought, I didn't hesitate.

"Yes."

Ivy seemed to be satisfied. She smiled a weird, sinister smile that made me a little uncomfortable as I asked "Do you love me?"

Her sinister smile grew even more disturbing, but that was nothing compared to what she then said.

"No. I don't love you. In fact, I think you're a selfish, self absorbed asshole who needs to grow a heart."

I was so shocked by her words that for a second I couldn't talk.

"Wh-what?" I finally spat out. "Is this so kind of fucked-up joke?"

"No. You broke my best friend's heart, and now you get to see what it's like."

"WHAT! So, all this time, you were, what, faking? None of that was real? This was all just some kind of fucked-up revenge for Lea?" My head was spinning, and I fealt like my cheast was ripping open. I kept hoping she would burst out saying Just kidding! But Ivy didn't kid about things like this. Not like this. And honestly, if she wanted revenge, this was exactly how she would do it.

"Not revenge," she said smugly. "Consider this a lesson. Remember how you feel right now before you go around breaking another poor girl's heart." And with that, she stood up and walked away from the table. I scrammed up and ran to her, ready to beg her to change her mind. She must have felt something. But as I ran up to her she just whispered, "Don't embarrass yourself." She didn't so much as glance back to me as she walked out of the restaurant.

I stood there, staring heart-brokenly after her, looking like a complete wimp, a loser. Which I guess I was. She beat me at my own game. Karma was seriously messed up.

I wanted to run after her, but I knew it was pointless. She didn't feel a thing for me. It would only embarrass me further. Love is fucked-up, I thought to myself as I dragged myself back to the table to pay the check. I'll never make the mistake of loving again.

So what did you guys think? I know it was oo-per dramatic, but heartbreaks are like that. I felt sorry for Adrian as I was writing it, but it was such a hideously ironic situation I just had to write it. So now you know why Adrian is such a player. He's afraid of love.

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