Chapter 2
I woke up with that horrible morning-taste in my mouth and the thought "oh shit, my hair!" running through my mind. Beside me, Dimitri's face was calm, his eyelids closed, covering those perfect brown eyes. I sighed with pleasure. Looking at him sleeping with his always-serious-face all smoothed out and soft made me want to literally start "awwww-ing"; which would have been interesting to see Dimitri wake up to. Pushing it down, and I mean way down, I settled for stroking his face. Something he would have no way in hell let me do, had he been conscious. I settled more comfortably into his warm arms, pulling his Cowboy Duster coat up to my chin. Then I sat up again and tidied my hair. Then I remembered I was supposed to meet Lissa for breakfast. Groaning, I reluctantly checked my watch; 8:05pm. Breakfast time. Since Lissa didn't even eat (coz she drinks blood) breakfast's were pretty pointless. But we still liked time to catch up. Plus, Lissa just liked an opportunity to talk to me non-stop about whatever was interesting her at that time, and having me (my mouth stuffed with whatever I could get my hands on) unable to complain, or start many subjects of my own. Lissa: 1. Rose: 0.
Quietly running down the stairs, I sprinted to my room, grabbed a key from on top of the door frame (I didn't have a doormat yet) and threw on whatever came to my hand first. Being as it was dark and I was a lazy arse and couldn't be bothered to turn on the light, I wasn't able to see what I was putting on. I grabbed my wallet and mobile, pushing them into my pockets, and locked the door.
Laughter. It filled my ears, tingled my senses and worst of all – it dissed my outfit. I muttered under my breath, gazing down at what I had thought to be jeans and my black tee with a tie printed on it. Instead I found myself glaring down at a spew-covered blue shirt that Mason had left in my room after stumbling in from a party Eddie had thrown. Bloody idiot. No wonder my room smelt like...well, like vomit. Shaking my head, I said "Men." exasperatedly. The room of girls and guy dhampirs were thrown into another round of laughter. I smiled at them, then turned to go back to my room...and smacked into Dimitri. In all those movies, the girl turns and accidentally run into the guy she likes, and it's all awkward giggling and "oh, I didn't see you there!". Well, in reality... it's not. Blood gushed from my nose and I stumbled back. Dimitri grabbed my arms and started stuttering out apologies, then out of his pocket he pulled a hankerchief: yes, a hankerchief.
"You're kidding me." I looked at him pointedly and he shoved it back in his pocket. I ran to the sink and shoved my hand inside the tissue box balancing on the window sill, stuffing them into my face. Well, I wasn't giving this shirt back to Mason.