Thank you so much for all those who read and reviewed this story! :) Your reviews totally made me smile. :)

Anyways, some of you requested that I write this POV–based. Well, since this story will not only focus on Rose's separate life or Dimitri's, I will write the POV of the two of them.

So… enjoy this second chapter! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy. Richelle Mead does.

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Chapter Two – The Flashback

RPOV

"You?!" The Dimitri dude and I exclaimed in astonishment together.

"You know each other?" Olena sounded delighted. She probably thought it would be easier for us to get along. But boy was she wrong.

"Uhh…" I started out, but my ingenuity was not on the run.

"Oh, I doubt that." Dimitri said with utmost certainty. He was lying and I was not oblivious to it. "I thought she was my classmate back in college. Apparently, not." He smiled at his mother and turned towards me. "I'm sorry for my rash reaction."

"Rose?" My dad's voice chirped.

I forced out a convincing smile to the man who was looking at me with amusement. "Please. Don't be too polite. I was the one with the impulsive reaction. I acted without thinking. You just look like…" I needed to say something that the two adults would buy. "…one of my ex boyfriends. I was wrong. I'm sorry."

Talk about repugnant. It was not Rose Hathaway who said the words I just said. It was more like a robot from outer space controlled by some moron. Ugh.

"Rose, is it?" Dimitri dude asked, as if he forgot, and extended his hand towards me to shake.

I shuddered with disgust at the thought of my skin making contact with his…again. But, I forced myself to shake his hand…it was not like I had another option. "Yeah. You're Dimitri, am I right?"

He was the one who initiated the more than skin-to-skin touch. He shook my hand and moved it up and down with a smirk. This guy simply makes me feel sick, so I hastily broke the contact we had. I smiled at him in the process though to avoid having any misinterpretation from the two oldies.

"Well, would you look at that." Olena said, gleefully.

I looked at the soon to marry couple. My dad placed his hand around the woman beside her. Public display of affection, much? He then looked at her, smiling. But the smile he gave her held the answer he was trying to convey.

I cleared my throat. So did Dimitri.

"You know what, here's a thought." Dimitri spoke up to the two adults. "Why don't I give my future sister a tour around the house? That way, we could give the two of you some privacy."

"That would be great." My dad said with a very pleased expression. "Right, Rose?"

"Yeah. Totally." I said, my voice slowly turned sharp and cold as I pronounced each syllable.

"Well, then." Dimitri said as he clasped his hands together. "Ladies first." He gestured towards the stairs.

"We start upstairs?" I asked him as I raised my eyebrows.

"I'd like you to get to know me better. After all, we would be living in the same roof soon, right?" I got the double meaning of what he said.

"How nice of you." I muttered under my breath as I went up the flight of steps.

"Room on the right." Dimitri hissed when we were already up the stairs.

"It's locked, you jackass." I said when the door did not open after I twisted the doorknob.

He got his keys from his pocket and stepped in front of me. "Well, that is why there is a key, smartass."

"Asshole." I said as the door creaked open.

"Thank you." His sarcastic reply came.

He closed his door and locked it. I turned around and folded my arms across my chest. "Alright, you idiot, what do you want?"

He looked astounded for a second, but he looked amused by next. "Definitely not an answer I expected from a girl I hooked up with not less than a month ago."

"Listen here. First, we did not hook up. It was more like of a make out session. We were both wasted, alright? Forget it." I expected him to just laugh, but no. He took a step towards me, making me put my hands down.

He was a six footer, so he bent down so he could whisper into my ear. "How could I forget those luscious lips of yours? Your flawless, smooth and velvet–like skin? The way you – – –"

I just had to stop it. "Listen here, you pervert. We only kissed and you may have touched my skin, but you did not touch much of the important, mister."

It was his turn to cut me off. "Or did I?" He smirked.

"I'm not stupid. I may have been lost in that damned kiss we had, but my senses did not die on me." As soon as I said that, I regretted it right away. It did not come off the way I wanted it to.

The smirk on Dimishit's face grew wider. "Well, not to be conceited or anything, but a lot of girls have told me I'm a good kisser. Glad you think of it that way too."

"Ugh," I was absolutely frustrated. "Dumbass, you listen here." Apparently, he was not allowing me to finish what I was about to say.

"How many nicknames do you actually have for me?" He was now sitting on his bed. God, how I wanted to wipe off that smug look on his face. "When we were at the door, you called me jackass. When you entered, it became asshole. When you ranted, it was pervert and mister. Now, it's dumbass. Seriously, it's cute, but stick with one please. I need to use some of those names for you, lover."

"Okay, ew!" I exclaimed in disgust as I threw my hands up. "I'll call you whatever hell I want to call you. You got that?! Now, about your whole good kisser issue, I never said you were one. I said I was lost in the damned kiss. Not with the owner of those gruesome lips." I immediately thought of an adroit continuation. "Besides, kissing is like… a normal thing for me. Make out sessions? Bring it on. By the end of the day, the result is the same: the boy is the one down on his knees."

He stood up from his bed and moved towards me. We were less than a foot apart. "Well, how about we do some action and not just talking?"

"Love the invitation, but no thank you. I'd rather kiss a hobo's ass." I said as I shoved him while I exited his room.

DPOV

After she left my room, I lay down on my bed. I guess she was going to be a very interesting girl to live with. I expected some sweet and vulnerable little sister, but what I got was the total opposite. The way I wanted it to be.

As I was lying down, I remembered the time when Little Rose and I first met and hooked up. Wait, made out – according to her.

FLASHBACK

"Man, I dare you to have some action with that beautiful lady right there." My friend, Nicolai, said while he pointed towards a long–haired girl who was about a foot shorter than me. She was wearing a short white dress that shined brightly whenever the disco light hit it.

"What do I get from this crap?" I asked. Nicolai's dare was interesting, I must admit.

Another friend of mine who was with us, Andrey, spoke up. "We become your slaves for the whole day."

"Sounds good enough for me." I said as I placed down the glass of whiskey I had in hand.

"Wait, there's a catch." Nicolai said as he placed a hand over my shoulder. I gave him a questioning look as I raised one eyebrow. "You must get in her pants."

I smirked. Dimitri Belikov was a playboy. Someone who always got any girl that he wanted. I was not just saying this because I was somewhat wasted. It was a fact.

I approached the lady they dared me to. She looked drunk. I smiled. This would make the dare a whole lot easier.

We chatted for a short while. She had friends with her but apparently they left for the dance floor, leaving me and this beautiful lady alone.

I slowly moved my hand to touch her legs. The moment my skin made contact with hers, she giggled like a schoolgirl.

"You want to get out of here?" I asked with a very seductive look. It worked on a lot of girls before. I was positive it would work on her.

"I would love to." She placed down the shot of tequila she had in hand before pulling me towards the exit of the disco club.

On the way out, I smirked at Nicolai and Andrey.

"So, where we heading to?" She asked once we were finally out.

"There's a hotel with a walking distance nearby. We could grab a room." I suggested.

"Then, let's go!" She said excitedly, intertwining both our hands.

We checked in the hotel, went to our room and magic was about to happen.

Once the door was shut close, she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist. Our hands roamed each others' bodies. I carried her towards the bed with her legs wrapped around my waist. I gently lay her on the bed, hovering over her. But, just when things were about to go according to my plan, her phone just could not shut up.

"Son of a bitch." She cursed as she got up and grabbed her damned phone from her purse.

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"Alright, alright, I'll be back there in a few minutes."

…..

"Yeah, yeah. Bye." She then closed her phone. She turned towards me. "Sorry to ruin the mood, but I need to go."

I heaved out a sigh.

"But, if you want to contact me or whatever, here's my number." She said as she walked towards the hotel's table, grabbed a pen and wrote down her number. "I'm not telling you my name. It' s a mystery." She then left me in the room.

Mystery.

END OF FLASHBACK

I told Nicolai and Andrey that I would totally accomplish my unfinished tasked. I just needed time. They both agreed, giving me half a year to accomplish it.

Now, Mystery had a name: Rose Hathaway.

Rose Hathaway, you're in for a wild ride, babe.

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