"Dimitri"
"Roza"
"Oh it's just Rose, not Roza," she stated. Immediately as she said that, she wished she hadn't. She didn't want to appear like one of those people who are picky about their name.
"I know," he replied. She looked confused. "If you couldn't tell by the subtle Russian accent, I have a Russian history, so Rose is Roza. I want to call you that," he explained.
"Does that mean I can call you comrade?" she asked.
"Why comrade?" he asked.
"Well when we first met…" she stopped. "You know what, it's not that important. I'm just going to call you it."
He laughed. "Ok. I guess I can't stop you. You can call me anything you want." He looked down at my shirt. "I'm so sorry, again, about your shirt."
"No it was my fault. I should have looked where I was going." Rose said, flustered.
"Here, come on. Let's get you cleaned up." He took her by the hand and pulled her away. She followed, a little shocked still. They went to the large bathroom and closed the door. "Do you have a tank top on underneath that?" he asked. She began to blush, and she shook her head no. He recognized her embarrassment and came up with a different plan. He began to take off his duster and shirt.
"What are you doing?" Rose asked, a little apprehensive at the fact that he was taking off his clothes.
"It's socially acceptable for a guy to be shirtless. It's slutty for a girl to be shirtless. I was just going to wash your tank top and let it hang dry if you had a tank underneath it, but you don't." He handed his shirt to me.
"No, that's ok; you don't need to do that. I'm fine," she protested. He gave her a look.
"Your shirt is soaked in beer. Take it. You can return it later." She took it. He just stood there, waiting for her to change so he could rinse her shirt.
"Well turn around and close your eyes. Don't be a pervert," she giggled nervously. He snapped back into reality and did as he was told, laughing.
"Sorry I forgot."
"That's ok," she said as she lifted the tank top over her head and put it in the sink. Then, she took the t-shirt and pulled it over her head and put her arms in the arm holes. "Ok, you can look now."
He turned around, and Rose realized this was the second time she had seen him shirtless today. She blushed. She turned toward the sink and began to turn on the faucet. "No, let me get it. I was the one that spilled it," he said as he took the shirt from her hands.
"Thanks…" she said as watched him work his hands over the fabric. She watched as he wringed out the water and hung it on a hanger that was on hook. After drying his hands, he picked up his duster off the bathroom floor and put it on over his bare chest. Damn, he looks hot. And his shirt smells heavenly.
"Let's get out of the bathroom before anyone thinks we're doing something naughty," he gave her a wink. She felt her face flush and burn bright pink.
"Ye-yeah that's…smart," she said, trying to play it cool. God I am so awkward, she thought to herself. He flashed a smile at him and she melted in awe.
He opened the door and the moment was burst as Rose heard a hoarse voice yelling.
"Dimitri?" another girl asked. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you!" Rose walked slowly out of the bathroom. "And who the hell is this chick?! Is she wearing your shirt?" Rose began to blush in embarrassment again. She could feel all eyes looking at her.
"Tasha, relax. I accidently spilled beer on her and it soaked her shirt. She said she didn't have a tank top on, so I gave her my shirt. And I turned around and closed my eyes when she changed into it. Then I washed it," he tried to explain.
"Yeah, likely story," she rolled her eyes. Not believing a word of it. Dimitri sighed heavily and went back into the bathroom, grabbing the soaked shirt and holding it up for Tasha. "Fine, it's whatever. But we are talking when after this." She stormed away. Rose felt like she wanted to cry a little. Dimitri groaned and put the shirt back.
"It's ok, Rose. She just gets jealous over the silliest things. That's Tasha. She's my fiancée," he explained.
"Why do you let her treat you like that?" Rose asked quietly. Her question seemed to take Dimitri aback.
"Like what?"
"Like she owns you? Like she has to know where you are at every second. She fears you will cheat on her so she is choking you with the leash. She desires your attention all the time and assumes the worst of you." Rose looked up at him with questioning eyes. Dimitri took a step back and looked down hard at her.
"You don't know her."
"I know people like her. I dated a guy in high school that controlled me and pulled shit like what just happened all the time to me. I was trapped. It ended with him feeling like he owned me and could do whatever he wanted with me. I ended up being–" the words became caught in her throat. Her eyes began to well up with tears. Dimitri just looked down at her.
"I got to go," she finally said. And she turned away and walked off. Dimitri tried to call after her, but she just walked on. She left Lissa there with Christian. She would send her a quick text telling her she had left. As she walked, visions flew through her head of her ex. Tears began to fall and she walked faster, fearing anyone that crossed her path.
Back at the party, Dimitri sat down, contemplating what she had told him. Tasha appeared at his side. "Did that skank friend of yours leave?" Tasha asked dryly. Dimitri looked up at her in utter horror. She was chewing her gum and focused on picking her nails.
"We're done, Tasha." He got up and walked off. She looked up and just laughed.
"Excuse me?"
"We're done; over," he said, glaring at her. "I couldn't see it before, but I see it now. You're a bitch and I can't marry you anymore.
"…Excuse me?!" The whole house was quiet. She began to cry. "Baby, please…"
"No. Goodbye, Tasha. I hope you have a nice life and you find a guy that is right for you. But that guy isn't me." And with that he walked out leaving her wide eyed.
Okay, so obviously not EVERYthing in this story is fact, but a lot of it is. They met walking late to class. My mom saw him everywhere, like washing his car. My dad was engaged before he met my mom. So some of this is fluff and drama to add, but yeah, I just thought I'd point that out.
Also, I was wondering how old I appear to be by how I write. This is an experiment for me. So review or PM me and give me a guess of how old you think I am, because I am curious.
Thanks! Bridgette- Daughter of Athena
