A/N: THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I was going to wait until Sunday, but then I got the 10th review this morning and well I just couldn't wait :) I'm glad you guys liked it and are anxious to see what the story holds, so without further ado here's the second chapter :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything VA related, and the idea belongs to DEE2389

"Hey Mase?" I slightly purred as I peeked through the side of my locker door, batting my eyes, making them looking bigger, doe-ier, and just plain old irresistible. His face slightly paled and he stuttered a yea. "Be my lab partner?"

"Oh..uh...yea...sure," he finally got out as I closed my locker and smiled brightly at him and looped my arm through his as we walked to Biology. This was one of the classes I didn't have with Lissa, no she was in AP Biology. The other class was math, I was in pre-calculus and she was in AP Calculus. However, this morning I was comparing schedules with Mase and Adrian and lucked out. Mase was in the same bio as me and Adrian was the same math as me. I couldn't ask Jill since she had cheerleading practice. How that girl did cheerleading was beyond me. I'd only known her for a day but she didn't scream "cheerleader."

When we got into class, a few kids were already seated. Overachievers. Mason picked out a bench that was closer to the front, but not in front. The bench sat three people, so hopefully we'd luck out and get one of the super smarties to sit with us. Exhausted with school already, I laid my head down on my arm when an idea popped in my head.

"Mase," I mumbled from my hunched position. He responded w a yea. "You got a thin black pen?" I turned my head so I could peek a glance at him. He looked at me curiously before reaching into his backpack and handing one to me. I sat up with a big grin and made a motion with my finger for him to turn his back on me. He listened.

"Done!" I said a few minutes later after taking a picture.

"What did you do?" he asked, tentatively touching the back of his neck.

"Nothing," I said with a mischievous grin as I turned my phone to show him.

"Rose! What the hell!" he said as he ran to get a paper towel and wet it.

"Don't you want to know what I drew first, and then decide if you want to get rid of it?" I saw him hesitate before slowly nodding his head and sitting back down. "Well the one in the middle, that looks like a narrow S, I read that it's a promise mark warriors used to get tattooed on in a ceremony before going off to war. And then the star looking ones, are called um zvezda I think and they were given to warriors that made it back home from battle, as a way to show that they fought in battle and survived, but there were too many casualties to count. And lastly, the X looking one is called molnija and it's when there would be a small fights where they could count the casualties and put the marking on their necks to show to everyone how many they killed. Cool huh?"

"Yea, I guess," Mason said, tentatively touching his neck. "Do you have one?"

"Um, no. I can't draw it on my self," I admitted.

"Well then Hathaway, turn around!" I complied, lifting my hair up and looking down to give him a good view of my neck. I tried not to laugh when the pen moved across my neck, tickling me. "Done," he said before taking a picture.

"Excuse me, Miss. I hope you are aware of this academy's tattoo police," said a petite auburn haired with azure blue eyes piercing up at me from the front of my room. I cleared my throat and let my hair fall down while I awkwardly shifted in my seat to face her. I had to scoot over closer to Mase since some giant decided to sit in front of me. "Well, are you, Miss…"

"Hathaway. Rose Hathaway," I said, she nodded and looked through her roster for my name. "And yes I am. Students aren't allowed to have tattoos, or show them if they do have them. It says nothing about temporary tattoos or tattoos drawn with pens." I looked up at her with my hands crossed on top of the table, my eyes innocent, but my smile smug.

She let out a chuckle and nodded her, saying with a smile, "Yes you are right. Well a pleasure meeting you Ms. Hathaway. Now let's get started with Biology." She walked around the classroom, passing out the syllabus for this semester. We spent the rest of the class talking about the topics we're going to go over and the labs we'll do.

"Ok, any questions?" Ms. Karp said. I swear I heard grasshoppers chirping. "About the syllabus?" Someone coughed from the back of the room. "About anything?" Some people shifted in their seats. "Ok. Well. That's it for today. The rest of the period can be study hall. Please keep your voices down and behave." She retreated back to her desk that was barricaded with plants.

Weird.

I pulled out my notebook and laptop. I had chapter questions do for math tomorrow so might as well start on that. I plugged my headphones into my laptop and went into my own little world.

About halfway through the second part of class I got this unnerving feeling that I was being watched, but shook it off and just turned up my music to help me focus. When I reached the halfway mark of my homework I finally looked up and got sucked into the deepest, brownest, most mysterious eyes.

When I looked up, I saw him trying to auspiciously look at me over his shoulder and when our eyes met, they locked in on each other and everything faded.

The way he looked at me was something so new. He looked at me with curiosity and awe. And he was looking at me, it was like with just his stare he could look into my soul and see what I was feeling, what I was thinking, and what I was going through. And he understood. He seemed to notice more than just my appearance and was interested in the girl I kept hidden from public eyes. The girl that felt like a piece of her was missing and she would never know who she really is until that piece is found. And he looked like he understood. Like he felt that way too. Like he was hiding a part of him from everyone else. Even me. But what shocked me was how he looked like he was willing to share that with me. Like he wanted to, but didn't know how.

And before he could, it all shattered.

Just as quickly as it came, the spell broke when mason's backpack hit my shoulder and nearly took me down.

"Uf," I groaned as I clenched onto the desk to keep myself from landing ass first onto the ground.

By the time I positioned myself right in my chair and looked up, he was gone. I looked around and he wasn't anywhere.

As I put my stuff away, one thought plagued my mind.

Who is he?

"I said...MOVE," I heard a girl yell from down the hall as Mason and I left Biology, followed by a soft "uff." Naturally, the wild side of me was itching to see a fight so I started pushing myself through the crowd.

"No. Don't you have any manners?" said a voice that was all too familiar to me. Lissa. My need to get to the front doubled, and I bulldozed through the rest of the crowd. I got there just as some pipsqueak, literally she was half Lissa's height, with blonde hair so curly she looked more like a porcelain doll than a high school student.

"Kindergartener," I said as I sauntered over to them. Funny part is she actually turned and looked. "I'd take a step back from her if I were you." By now I stood next to Lissa. She gave me a challenging look and took a step forward. I felt Lissa tense up from next to me. I shrugged my shoulders and in an second my harm had wound back and lashed forward, connecting with her nose. A satisfying, slightly cynical, smile danced on my lips when I hard the most marvelous sound. Cartilage breaking. "Warned you."

She didn't even respond. She was too busy trying to stop the blood gushing down her nose. I was mildly aware of people rushing to her as I grabbed Lissa and walked away, stopping short when we faced four wide-eyed, open-mouth people. It crossed my mind that Adrian, Mason, and Jill didn't know about my impulssive nature, and Andre was shocked that I had punched someone on the second day of school.

In the background, we heard a high pitched "she called me a kindergartner! I'm a fucking senior!" from behind us. I couldn't help it. I broke down laughing. Hands on my knees, ache in my side, tears in my eyes laughing. Next to me, Lissa tried to contain it but soon her and Jill were leaning against each other laughing and the boys had an amused look in their eyes and a smirk on their lips, Andre was shaking his head.

"I don't know about America, but here in Russia you can't go around punching people," Adrian said exasperatly, like he was scolding a 5 year old for drawing on the wall. Again.

"I punched one person!" I said from the couch. After school, Jill, Adrian, and Mason came home with Andre, Lissa, and I to do some homework.

Everyone shot me a disbelieving look

"And slapped a guy. I don't get what the big deal is," I huffed as I sat down next to Andre, shifting so my legs were over his. "So he's some big bad Russian wolf. Big. Fucking. Deal."

"Belikov's is most definitely a big fucking deal, as you said yourself ," Adrian matter of factly.

"Who the fuck is Belicock?" I asked, confused with what one had to do with the other.

Mason choked on his water as he broke into laughter, Adrian looked at me with amusement and exasperation, and Jill looked like she had just seen porno.

"Belikov," Mason said, drawing out the end syllable. I looked at him expectantly. "It's who you slapped yesterday. Dimitri Belikov. His dad owns the biggest company in Russia. He's a grade A ass, thinking he owns the school."

"Figured that much out," I mumbled.

"Wait who did Rose punch today after first period?" Lissa asked from the floor.

"Did she punch anyone else afterwards?" Mason asked jokingly, getting him a punch to the gut from yours truly.

"Mia Rinaldi," Jill piped in. "She's the cheerleading captain. Her dad owns the hotel industry here. No matter the name, every big hotel report to Alfonso Rinaldi. She's also Eddie's girlfriend." Jill added the last part with envy and wistfulness. Interesting. I'll have to look into that later.

"Wait wait wait. The kindergartener and the self-proclaimed god—"

"Mia and Dimitri," Adrian cut in. I waved him off and continued.

"Either way. They both sit at that table you said your girlfriend sits at, right?" I asked Adrian. He nodded his head, the mere mention of that table souring his mood. "Well from what you just said about the human porcelain doll and Hulk off steroids —" everyone looked at me in disbelief. Not sure I they should laugh at my nicknames or shake their heads at my continual neglet of their real names. "—I'm assuming that's the cool kids, popular table."

"If you mean the rich kids that feel entitled table then you're right," Adrian answered bitterly.

"Ok, well who are the other 3 kids? There's emo boy, bodyguard dude, and shierking chick."

"He's not emo," Lissa said defensively. I raised my eyebrows in question and challenge. She immedately caught her tongue and stuttered the rest of her defense. "He-he just keeps to himself. Aaaand he likes that dark, mysterious look. He's gone through a lot."

"Oh yea? And you know this because..."

"He's in my math class and he say next to me. The professor had us do an activity to get to know our neighbor. He's kinda funny. That dark, dry kind of funny."

"Yea well he's still emo boy to me," I said definitely before turning back to the veterans of te school. "Who are they?"

"Well that guy is Christian Ozera, him and Tasha are twins. He's also Dimitri's best friend, but he keeps to himself. He's the sit in the back of class and hide in the shadows type of guy. He's everywhere but no where at the same—"

"Ok cut the suspense shit. This ain't a horror movie, Mase. Next person please."

"Fine. Tasha Ozera."

Jill cut in before Mason spoke another word. "She's second rank on the cheerleading squad. That scar she has is from the bear accident that killed her and Christian's parents two years ago. Which is also why Christian's so anti-social. Oh also she's madly in love with Dimitri. Actually they're kinda dating."

"What do you mean kinda? Like they're fun buddies?"

"What's a fun buddy?" Mason asked while Adrian said, "Dimitri's a distant person, like Christian. And while everyone from here to the islands know how much Tasha loves Dimitri, it's a miracle if anyone knows if he acknowledges her as more than friends. According to Sydney they act like a couple, but it's a 90/10 relationship."

"Oh," I said. "By the way, Mase a fun buddy is a PG version of saying friends with benefits or you know the straightforward name, fuck buddies." Mason's eyes widen while his jaw dropped while Jill's eyes popped out, and Lissa and Adrian said my name in shock. Andre just shook his head and tried not to laugh.

"Ok, so who's the last person?" Andre asked, his voice sounding bored but I knew he was slightly interested in these people.

"Eddie," Jill said. "Eddie Castile, captain of the football team and he's the nicest in the group. He gives the group their humanity, especially his girlfriend."

"Wait. You guys have a football team?" Andre asked, sitting up quickly with excitement.

"Yea," Mason said slowly. "Didn't your school?"

"Yea. Two actually. One for American football and another for soccer. Wait, which one do you guys have?"

"What's the difference?"

"One scores goals the other scores touchdowns."

"Oh. We score goals."

"Oh," Andre said defeatedly. "Soccer's cool I guess. When are tryouts?"

"Next week," Mason said. "Hope to see you there." Andre just nodded his head as he laid back down on the couch.

"Either way," Jill said. "Eddie's super sweet and you guys will like him once you meet him. Him and Sydney don't belong in that group."

"Oh yea," I said when she mentioned Sydney. "Why is she there?"

"The rich are lazy, Rose. So they need someone to do their homework. Most importantly they need someone to teach them so they can fool around in class. Sydney tutors them and gets paid, that way she helps out at home and saves money so she can go away for college."

"Got it," I said. "Well, is that all?" They all nodded their head. "Good. Now time to make the plan." A devilish smile on my face.

"A plan for what?" Jill asked naively. Adrian was looking at me curiously, Andre had resumed his sitting position looking at me expectedly, Lissa just wanted to see what I had up my sleeve, and Mason looked at me amusingly.

"To give those bitches a taste of their own medicine."

A/N: Uh oh! What could Rose be planning? Leave a Review and I might update on Wednesday :)