Summary: It's a story about Dimitri has taken on a dare to sleep with rose, a geeky lonely girl that. Rose is a girl that doesn't want to give away her virginity before marriage and Dimitri does everything to do the dare. He might even marry her. AH

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Dimitri

"Can't I wait for the next girl that walks in?" I asked Adrian.

"No, you have to do it with her. It will be easy. Just show her that you're easy, and she'll fall to her knees-or, in your case, your dick."

"How will I do it? I have a feeling that this dare will be harder than we think."

"Then go in with a safe plan," he urged. "Woo her. Make her fall in love with you." That was a good plan, I thought. Better safe than sorry.

I looked at the girl as she took her chocolate-glazed donughts and coffee, sat in a corner of the café, and began to read. And I started to gaze, intently, at her. I don't know why, but she didn't feel my gaze. It was like she didn't care that a handsome guy like me was taking an interest in someone like her. I was doing her a favor with this.

She probably was a virgin. It didn't look like she ever had a boyfriend in her life.

After a couple minutes of gazing, she looked up from her book and straight at me. I gave her one of my fake smiles, which I have perfected over the years. She wouldn't even be able to tell the difference. After we looked at each other for a while, she blushed and looked down at her book.

"Aye, man, you should make your move fast before she leaves," Adrian said. I rose from my chair and walked towards her table. When I reached it, she looked up from her book and gave me a questioning look.

"Hi. My name's Dimitri. Is it okay if I sit with you?"

I could see her confused face as she stammered, "I-er-I-um, I-I was just leaving."

"No, please sit with me. What's your name?" I asked as I sat down.

"My name is Rose," she said as she blushed. Geez, this girl can blush, I thought while mentally rolling my eyes.

"It's nice to meet you, Rose. Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, I do."

"I come from Montana, and wondered if you could show me around."

"Yeah," she said, instantly beaming. "What do you like to do?"

"I don't know," I said. "What ever it is you like to do."

"Okay."

"It's a date, then. I mean..."

For a week or so, Rose showed me different places in L.A. and we got closer to each other. She thought we'd gotten closer to falling in love with each other, but I was just getting closer to finishing the dare and getting the hell out of here because I knew I was taking this a little too far. I didn't know it would be this hard to get this not perfect girl into bed. I hadn't even kissed her yet, and Rose and I were going to go camping on a camping ground. I didn't even know where it was, but I was supposed to be meeting her twenty-minutes ago-and she didn't show up! I couldn't believe it. I, Dimitri Belikov, got stood up by a girl that wore L-sized clothes! I never got stood up, I'm always the one who stood people up. I was going to end this dare today.

Where the hell was this girl?

"Dimitri!" someone shouted and I stopped pacing. There came Rose, panting and sweating from running. "I'm so sorry; I got held up by my father and the security guard at my house."

"It's okay. We should go now before we get left by the bus. Hurry up or it will leave without us."

As we walked up to the bus, we left our stuff in a compartment under the bus and took our seats. Thirty-minutes later, I started to curse Adrian and his stupid dare. And suddenly the bus stopped. The bus driver go out and checked the tires. They were flat.

Aah, I thought. He called someone and talked for a good ten minutes. After he hung up, he said, "I'm sorry everyone but you will have to wait a couple of hours for those of you who want to go into the city. For others, there is a motel down the street and a bus will pick you up in the morning."

"Shit, there will only be another bus that comes tomorrow," I told Rose.

"Yeah, I know. I just heard what the bus driver just said, too," she replied. "We will stay the night-my treat, I have my father's credit card." She pulled out a black credit card that only rich people have.