Wow I never thought that I would have that many reviews so early and I'm sorry it has taken so long to update. Thank you everyone! Here is chapter two.

Disclaimer: Until I win the lottery and buy the rights to VA, I will never own it. Richelle Mead does because she is a genius.

Chapter 2

I returned to school Monday morning. Although I have been working out and sweating like a pig, it still was not visible that I had lost any weight. Honestly, I have not looked at the scale since I started. I'm not going to go on the amount of pounds that I have lost; I will only go on how I feel and look. On Sunday I went to the local mall and bought the outfit I want to wear first when I lose all this fat. The outfit was a size medium tight strapless dress in a dark, almost blood red color. Along with the dress, I bought strappy black ankle breakers with diamond studs on the straps. The only problem with the shoes is that I will have to learn to walk in them. I was only used to cute little kitten heels that were half an inch. These new shoes were about 5 inches.

The weight was not the only problem with me. However, I have ordered some Proactive and it seems to be working well. I have noticed that my face hasn't broken out as much and the blemishes have started disappearing. Overall, I have started to feel a little better about myself. I still need to do something about my hair.

Once I stepped out of my baby, Ms. New Booty, I kept my head up high and walked into the building, knowing that I will have comments made about me but determined not to let them affect me. Making my way through the crowded halls of socializing students, I strolled up to my locker. While rummaging through all my books a body leaned against the locker next to mine.

"Hey Babe, have you made your way to the big city yet?" Jesse Zeklos snickered at his own comment about the movie Babe. I only think that he says babe is so that he can call me that because he is secretly infatuated with me. Well, that's what my friend in Georgia says. Her name is Kayla. She moved away ten years ago, but we stay in touch.

"Hey asshole, nice to see you again. How are your blow up dolls?" I once saw him in Spencer's buying one while I snuck up behind him in line to buy my Smurf stuffed animal. Ever since then, I have never let it go that he has a blow up doll. My dramatic side came out and I continued, "Are you wearing her out more? God man, why can't you cheat on her so that she doesn't get used all the time?"

Many people stopped and looked at Jesse when I said that. Laughing, I swung my bag over my shoulder and slammed my locker closed. Winking at that piece of idiocy, I turned on my heel and started to head to my first class.

"Bitch! You will pay for that shit. I swear!" His voice echoed throughout the hall. Giggling, I responded calmly. "You know what Mr. Zeklos? You could have just denied what I said about your inflatable doll, but you pretty much confirmed that you have one. Now have a good day." With that, I walked away and enjoyed the rest of the day without having any comments made about my looks. However, I did hear plenty about Jesse and mine's argument earlier; along with seeing Jesse glaring at me and repeatedly trying to explain himself to people about the doll. Maybe things were turning around.

Later that day I realized that I had spoken too soon. Once I pulled down my street after class, I saw the car that I absolutely despised. Not only because it was a nice car and the license plate said dnth8 or as in don't hate - which is ridiculous in itself – but because of the person who drives it. I stepped into the house and got a whiff of someone that had doused themselves in cologne and wine.

"Hey kiddo. How are you doing?" His words slurred as the alcohol slowed his brain down to make his mouth lazy and slow. My father, Abe Mazur sat on the couch, an arm draped over the back of the seat. In front of him were three empty bottles of merlouge. He had his signature artfully designed scarf around his neck and a black suit on. This sperm donor was the one that gave me most of my looks including my hair and tanned skin. My height, however, I got from my mother. Once his words were spoken and I smelt the alcohol I cringed.

"I'm fine Abe." I quickly tried to walk up the stairs to get away from him. Whenever he was home it was just awkward and weird. When he is drunk is another matter altogether. He would always start pouring his heart out to me about my mother and his divorce years ago. Those conversations usually ended up with him telling me that if I wasn't born then they would still be together while he would be crying in my lap. To say that those conversations were depressing would be an understatement.

"Rose, wait; I want to talk to you about something." He leaned over the arm rest on the couch, one hand reaching out towards me making him look even more pathetic than he was.

"Sorry Abe, but I have something to do. Make yourself comfy on the couch and enjoy your drink." I ran up the stairs and locked my door before he came up and begged me to listen. After grabbing my gym bag I tip-toed back down the stair and out the back door. Thankfully I did not run into my father. After getting in my car I sped off towards the gym.

I have thought about Dimitri and whether I should let him train me or not. There is nothing that I have against having a trainer; it's just that I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of him again. That would be mortifying. Once I pulled into the parking lot, I finally came to a conclusion with my internal battle of taking Dimitri's offer or not. I figured that if I need help even once today with working out, then I would gratefully accept. With that settled I grabbed my bag and walked into the building where sweat and cleaner attacked my nose.

"Hello Rose, have you thought of taking me up on my offer to help you?" His accent assaulted my ears and made my whole body tingle with his voice. I turned slowly and my mind went blank. There he was standing at the counter with no shirt on and a few beads of sweat on his forehead telling me that he was just working out hard.

"Uh, sorry, what did you say?" I finally snapped out of my reverie when I heard a crash of metal on metal somewhere in the gym.

"Have you decided on whether or not to let me train you?" He smirked at me, amusement in his eyes. Yes I wanted to scream. Yes I want you to train me and hold your body close to uh, never mind. I won't finish that sentence.

"Well Mr. Belewhatever, I have thought about it and the answer is maybe. I still have to think more about it or not." With a smirk I left to the locker room to change.

Hey everyone, I know this chapter isn't very interesting. It was hard to write since I have a lot on my mind lately. That's why it took a while to update. But I still want your reviews. They make my days better and help me update faster!