That's when i saw her. Just to the right of Adrian's shoulder is where she sat happily, the woman who had been sucking face with Dimitri. I felt a mix of emotions. Angry was probably the most strong one. Jealously was another, probably because she got to touch him like i used to. Happy was a shocking one, i was that because i knew if i wanted to i could walk up to her and easily beat the woman up. Some part of me, the sick and twisted part probably the same part that sucked the angry out of Lissa and put it in me, wanted to do that. But their was no way in hell did i wanna see her. She looked kind of familiar. And not cause i saw her three hours ago. She was to engrossed by a book to notice i was giving her a nasty look. Adrian noticed how i was looking at her he glaced back at her then turned to me.
"Rose, if looks could kill..." his voice trailed off. She had long black hair, like a ravens. Her hair covered her face. So i couldn't quite see what her face looked like. That didn't matter i hated her. I always would hate her and i didn't even know her name. I couldn't tell if she was pretty, but she probably was. Dimitri was flawless. He wouldn't pick anyone who was anything less. Not that looks were everything to him, but they did mean something to him. He was huge on personality, looks were something he was mildly interested in, or that's what he had told me, but he had said my looks were just as good as my personality. Which he was amazing and something he treasured about me the most.
The thing that really bothered me the most, is that i was pretty sure ive never seen Dimitri hang out with any other girl and have relations with her other than me. Dimitri always put his Guardian duty above everything. So their was no way he had time to meet someone else, especially in the very little time he had. Who was she? Who did she think she was? Did she think someone as amazing as Dimitri wasnt already taken? Because he is...er.. was. I dont think i want anything to do with him. Did he think he could just do something like that to me? Why? Why aren't i good enough?
Apparently i said that last part out loud because Adrian had started speaking. "What are you talking about?" Adrian looked confused. "Do you know her?" He asked pointing to the woman with black hair. I shock my head. "Rose you can tell me anything." He touched my hand. "Ill always be hear for you." He smiled. "Always." I nodded and forced back tears. I tired hard to push those thoughts behind a wall. I wasnt doing to well. I sipped my coffee. Never taking my eyes off the women. I studied her. I felt really bad. I was supposed to be spending this time with Adrian, he was nice enough to take me out here in the first place. It was also him who took me to this exact place-where she was. No, i couldnt be mad at Adrian this wasnt his fault.
Carefully i studied the woman more. I watched her as she turned the pages of her book carefully. I felt like a total stalker. I was watching this woman like a man preying on a small child. I sipped from my coffee every now and then. Adrian had given up on me, he had gone back inside and bought a magazine. He now to was engrossed in that too. After i had finished my coffee i told Adrian i would be right back and i was going to get another one. As i waited for my coffee to be done i thought about the woman outside. Who read that long anyway? She reminded me of Dimitri...
After my coffee had been made i took a sip and pushed the door open and walked outside. I slowed my step allowing myself to study her from this new angle. She had her face tucked behind her ear. Her profile looked sort of pretty. Her hair fell from behind her ear and around her face. Something in side me made me change directions just when i had reached Adrian and walk toward the woman. When i reached her table i pulled out the chair across from her. I crossed my legs and held my coffee in my hand, waiting for her to look up.
She didnt. instead she simply turned the page and said "Can i help you?" Who did she think she was? She had no idea who i was clearly. I bet if she did she would look at me when she talked with the up most respect. I cleared my throat.
"Uhm." I said, hoping she would understand that the fact that she wasnt making eye contact was very rude. She folded the corner of her book and closed it. Slowly she looked up. She had a heart shaped face and large pale blue eyes. Her lips were a pale pink and across her left cheek purplish scars that looked like someone had bitten into and torn out part of her cheek was beside her mouth. I recognized her as Tasha Ozera.