A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I tried rereading it last night to post it this morning, but that didnt' work. And all day today I was at my aunt's watching the Barcelona/Real Madrid game and didn't get home until late at night...BUT! IT'S STILL SUNDAY HERE! So I'm not that late hahaha
PLEASE READ MY A/N AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
Disclaimer: I don't anything VA related and the idea came from DEE2389
"WHAT?!" I shouted as I got up from my chair. "No, Alberta, please! Anybody but him!"
"But why Rose?" she asked, looking up at me with total cluelessness.
"Well…uh…because," I said, struggling to come up with a solid reason. "We're lab partners! And we're going to be spending a lot of time working on that, add on extra team practice and I'll have his girlfriend up my ass thinking I'm homewrecking. I just got here, I don't need Screaming Mimi all up on me."
"Who?" Alberta asked, thrown off. She looked at Dimitri for an explanation.
He held his hands up, saying, "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Yes you do," I said, already getting pissed off by him. This semester isn't going to end well. "The black haired one that screamed her head off when I slapped you." I immediately regretted my words when they came out..
"Excuse me?" Alberta said in a disciplinary tone.
"Oh shit," I muttered. "I…well…he…" She put her hand up, telling me to stop.
"Rosemarie, I just remembered I still haven't punished you properly for undressing in public in P.E. Add to that you attacked a student and you, young lady, are in hot waters. However, I'll strike a deal with you."
"As long as it includes you never calling me by my full first name again, I'm listening."
"You will train with Dimitri, before and after school, not a single complain or remark, understood?"
"Uhh aren't trade's usually where I gain something too?"
"Yes, now if you had just nodded your head and let me finish I'd be done talking by now." Huh, woman's got sass, I thought, liking her already. I nodded my head and let her continue. "In exchange, I'll cut your morning practice an hour short and you can shower and do whatever you want, within school policy, until school starts."
I looked over at Dimitri and back at Alberta. "Doesn't he get a say into whether he wants to do it or not?" I asked curiously, from the glare Alberta gave me she didn't see it that way. "I mean, I'm just curious. He's only said what five words this whole time?"
"Well, at least she can count," he muttered.
"Hey," I snapped. "I wasn't the one accosting a stranger with your dirty thoughts."
"Enough!" Alberta said, her voice bellowing in the small office. "Look whatever issues you two might have, I suggest you resolve it right now. You two are going to be spending a lot of time together this year, and I suggest it's spent in good terms. Rose, he's the team captain, its his responsibility to make sure that everyone on this team is up to par. That being said, I asked him to put in the hours because he is the best on the team. I'm not going to lie and said he agreed with a smile, because he's stubborn too, but he knows his place and has discipline. Something, I might say, you lack in. Who better to teach you that among other things than him? Believe me when I say he wasn't a soft cookie to crack, and I know it's not going to be easy on you. But remember, part of this is punishment. So no fuss…no buts…no arguing…and for the love of God grow up. Am I clear?"
"Yes ma'am," we both said.
"Good," she said calmly, straightening up in her chair. "Training begins right now. Dimitri's done with his warm-ups, and practice is probably almost over, so Dimitri teach her the warm ups and go from there. Under no circumstances is she to enter our gym. Not unless she's going to the locker rooms to change and get ready. She is to remain out in field for all of her trainings until I say otherwise."
"Yes, ma'am," he said as he got up. When he was at the door he turned around. "Are you coming?"
"Oh. Yea," I said as I got up and turned back to Alberta. "Am I supposed to say thank you or huff or salute?"
"I did get you of detention, didn't i?" she said, mischievous humor twinkling in her eyes.
"And put me with a Russian jailer," I mumbled before smiling sweetly at her. "You're right, so thank you." Then I followed Dimitri out to the fields.
"So…how long have you been on the team?" I asked as I walked down the straight part of the track touching my toes after every step. Some kind of stretching drill. When we got to the field, everyone was pretty much done so Dimitri ended practice, giving us the field all to ourselves.
"Five or six years," he said curtly.
"Oh that's good…wait, isn't that like impossible? Unless Russians do high school differently."
"If you haven't notice, this is an American high school in Russia. Which means that we speak English and it's structured exactly like American schools. So no, at least here, we don't do things differently," he snapped. "And it is possible, I've been training with Alberta since I was in 7th/8th grade. It was the summer in between."
"Oh, so you're her protégée. That's cool," I said, really straining for a conversation that flows.
"She doesn't have favorites. Look, less talking and more running," he barked. Who shoved a stick up your ass? I thought. "Excuse me?" Oh shit, I guess I said that out loud.
"Nothing," I said as I finished that lap. "So what is there to do around here?"
"Wouldn't know," he said, curtly. Jesus, I have a better chance talking to a rock.
"Don't you ever go on dates? Or go get presents? I mean I've seen your girlfriend, and I highly doubt she's fine with staying at your house or hers. And I'm sure she loves to be spoiled."
"Well now that's my problem isn't it," he said. However in the process of turning around to face him, while running, I twisted in my own feet, falling back onto the ground, taking Dimitri down with me since he was right behind me.
"Uf," I said when my head hit his hand, which cushioned part of the blow. When I opened my eyes, I was looking up into the most captivating chocolate brown eyes. My breathe caught in my throat as I stared, feeling myself get lost in them. They held so much emotion. As I took in his face, I noticed how beautiful his hair is. Even though I never was a fan of hair longer than a few inches, his shoulder length was mesmerizing that I found myself lifting my right hand to touch it, and tucked a run away strand behind his ear. Then I turned back to his eyes. The longer I looked at them, the more the world started to dissipate.
I barely noticed he was lowering his head, and that I was lifting mine to meet him. However, I did notice when our lips met, and the sensation that coursed through my body, needing more. As I pressed my lips closer to him, he pressed back and soon our lips engaged in this passionate dance for dominance. The hand that was cradling my head moved to my neck as he grabbed onto my hair, pulling me closer and eliciting a moan from my lips. My hand grabbed a hold of his hair, gaining me a deep groan from him. The longer our lips danced, the deeper our bodies came together.
It wasn't until his other hand roamed under my shirt, sending sparks through my body that I broke out of the spell. My eyes snapped open and I pulled him away. When he wouldn't budge, I drew my free hand back and punched him square in his right eye.
"Motherfu-" he said, groaning in pain before finishing the phrase. He sat back, rocking back and forth as he cradled is face. "What was that for?" he asked, one of his hand covering his eye. But that didn't make the one-eyed glare any less deadly.
"You can't just go and kiss someone like that!" I screeched as I jumped up. I took all my will power to not touch my lips, my tingling lips that were dying to touch his again. Ugh, get a grip of yourself, Hathaway, I told myself.
"I didn't just kiss someone," he said slowly. "I kissed you." I kept my face void of emotions, even though on the inside I was blushing at his compliment.
"Yea, well in America you need permission."
"Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of stealing a kiss?" he asked, partly curious and partly teasing. I growled at him as I stomped to the bleachers, grabbing my stuff.
"No. Guys steal kisses from their girlfriends, when they've gone a whole day without them or feel like being whimsical and romantic. That is not the case here."
"Why not?" he said, teasing me again, I could see the humor lighting up his eyes.
"Because I'm not your girlfriend, and I highly doubt you have a romantic bone in your body," I spat out before walking around him and going up the stairs. "This better be the last time you do that or we are going to have some serious problems."
"Whatever you say, Hathaway," he replied sarcastically. "Wait where are you going?"
"I think it's safe to say that practice is over," I said over my shoulder as I ran up the stairs. "Good night, Belicock."
"It most certainly is not. And its Belikov. How do you manage to butcher that?"
"Easy, you're a cocky bastard," I said simply after I got to the top and turned and looked down at him. "And for me, practice is over. So you have fun staying here all alone." I walked away and went to the trainers. When I came back I saw Dimitri throwing his bags over his shoulder. "Catch," I shouted as I threw a bag down at him, he reacted with a split second to spare, catching the bag before it his his head. He looked at it skeptically. "It's a bag of ice. For your eye. Wouldn't want you to have a nasty black eye tomorrow."
"I highly doubt that'll happen, but it's sweet to see you care about me," he said smugly.
"Ha! Like I said, cocky bastard. It's not you I'm worried about. Who do you think is going to get to become deaf when your lovely girlfriend screams at me for ruining your oh so chiseled and god-like face? Me. And I'm sorry but if she comes within a decimal of my ear I'm striking her neck, muting her for at least the rest of the day."
Dimitri let out a soft chuckle as he slightly nodded his head as he climbed the stairs and placed the ice bag on his eye. "Tasha can be a bit overdramatic. But, I highly doubt I'll get a black eye, your punch didn't have that much power."
"Really?" I asked, full of faux appalingness. "Cus I'm pretty sure I started seeing purple." By now he was next to me and we were walking back to the front of the school. "You know, that's two times you haven't denied being Screaming Mimi's boyfriend."
He looked down at me, and did this really cool thing where he rose one of his eyebrows, a small teasing smile faintly noticeable. "Keeping tabs on me? Should I be worried about having a potential stalker?" I let out a throaty laughed as I punched his gut, he barely flinched, though. Damn him and his weight training.
"If anyone has to worry about a stalker it's me," I stated. "First you verbally harass me at my locker and then three days later you accosted me and forcibly kissed me!"
"I didn't see you trying to stop it," he countered.
"Because you had me pinned on the ground!" I shrieked. This man will be the death of me! I thought annoyingly.
Before he could say anything a car honked, making both of us look up to see Andre standing next to his car, his eyes telling me to hurry.
"I love you and all, Rosie, but I'll leave your ass here if you make me wait a minute longer," he called out. I glared at him before quickening my pace. I turned around and walked backwards, succeeded this time.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Bright and early!" I saluted him for fun.
"Wait," he called, jogging up to me. "What about our biology project?"
"That can wait until tomorrow. Plus, God knows what you'll do to me if we're in a closed room with a table," I said, my tone turning frightful as I looked at him fearfully before breaking into a smile.
"Yea, but…"
"Hey, just go home early, I'm sure someone will be happy to see you." I smile innocently when he glared at me, catching the meaning in what I said. I blew him a kiss with a wink before getting into Andre's car.
"What was that all about?" Andre asked, sparing a side glance to look at me mischievously, wagging his eyebrows.
"You don't want to know," I said exasperatedly, leaning my head against the window. Today, no doubt, goes down in the book as one of the most eventful day in my senior year.
"Don't tell me Rosie went out and got herself a boyfriend," he teased
"Don't even go there," I said, seriously, turning my head to give him a glare. He just laughed as he turned the radio up and we drove back home.
Eric POV
"Eric!" Alexander's booming voice rang out through my office. I let out a chuckle as I lowered my laptop screen and leaned back in my chair, looking up at two of my college friends. "How Russia treating you?"
"It going good I'm liking it," I admitted. He sat down, Nathan following suit.
"And the family?" Nathan inquired.
"We're good. You know Rhea, and the kids are enjoying high school."
"That's good. Have they made any friends?" Alexander asked, unbuttoning his suit jacket, relaxing in his seat.
"Uh, I think so," I said, thinking about it. "I haven't heard much, and haven't seen anyone over, but they're still in their first week of school. Have your boys said anything?"
"My son spends more time un-stylizing his hair than he does with me, and when I do see him and ask about school he gives me the 'nothing' or 'it's good.' God I hate that," Nathan complained. Alexander and I nodded our heads in agreement.
"At least your son speaks to you," Alexander admitted. Since when did my office become a guidance counselor room? "Mine spends so much time at school doing sports or whatever it is he does that by the time he comes home, he has time to eat and then go to his room to do homework and sleep." Nathan and I nodded our head in sympathy. When I didn't say anything, they looked at me expectantly.
"Oh, well Andre spends more time in his room skyping his girlfriend back home than he does downstairs with us." My two college friends nodded their heads in understanding. We fell into light conversation catching up with how the wives are, and our kids, and then moved on to casual business negotiations.
"Oh, why did we lose to touch with each other?" I thought out loud.
"We?" Nathan asked.
"You mean you. Nathan and I get together ever weekend and our families have dinners on a monthly basis. Hell its during those dinners that we see our boys the most," Alex said.
"Huh," I said. "Maybe it's because I've been in America."
"Yea think?" Nathan joked. "Oh! I have an idea!" His eyes shone with glee and slight mischief. What did he have planned? I wondered. "My wife is having Alex's family over this Saturday. You should come with Rhea and the twins."
"Oh splendid idea, Nathan," Alex praised. "We can share our decision then too."
I laughed. "We'll be there. Count us for five, though."
"You and Rhea had two more children?"
"Oh no, two was enough. Actually, it's my body guard and her daughter." Their face contorted in confusion. They always grew up thinking that those who worked for us and served were lower than us, a belief I didn't follow in, which is why I kept my distance. "She's been with us since we had the twins and her daughter grew up with ours so they're like sisters. Rhea and I even consider her like a daughter, and spoil her like one."
"Hmm," Nathan said, skeptical. "Well we'll add them to the table, if you insist." I nodded my head, and looked at Alexander, waiting for him to make some comment. He just shrugged his shoulder.
"All I have to say, is don't be surprised if my son doesn't make it. I remember my wife complaining about how the school year just started and Dimitri already got assigned extra practice before and after school and has a group project."
"Well at least he's busy with school, but don't worry he'll be there. I know how much he hates disappointing his mother," Nathan said. Again we fell into light conversation talking about having to get together more often, alone and with our wives. And it wasn't until my assistant came in saying I have a meeting to go to that they left, all of us promising to see each other in three days.
A/N: THEY KISSED! How did you like that chapter? Seems like Alberta's having fun messing with Rose! And who's excited about the dinner?
So the important note I want you guys to read...
I've finished writing Behind Closed Doors (my first story that you should check out if you haven't already...also TO THOSE THAT DO READ IT and read the latest chapter...That wasn't the final chapter...I just finished writing...I still have tons to update :D)...but I'm not going to start the sequel just yet. I want to make sure I have things planned out and will most likely make it my summer project. However! I want to go back to writing one of the two fanfictions I've written the first chapter for, but I can't decide which :/ THAT'S WHERE YOU COME IN! Leave a review telling me which one you'd like to see me post next...
A. Long May She Reign
I put a little teaser about this one a while back. Sixteen year old Rose is the Queen of Turkey, and she's betrothed to the future King of Russia. When Rose is no longer safe at the coven she's been hiding at, she moves to the Russian court in preparations for her wedding. However, things are far from a smooth sailing. With the king's bastard taking interest in her, and a country to rule over, plus a prophecy looming over everyone's head, Rose soon learns there's a lot secrets kept behind castle gates.
B. Bring Me Back to Life
Rose Hathaway is a promising doctor, dating the man of her dreams, surrounded by friends that are more like family than her blood is. After a night turns deadly, Rose finds herself in a hole she can't bring herself up from...nor does she try to. But when the person she least expect to be at the edge is trying to pull her up, she realizes life isn't so one and done as she though and maybe, just maybe, things happened for a reason.
So which one sounds better? And yes both are Romitri stories. If the Synopsis isn't enough to help you make a choice send me a PM and I'll send you the first chapter to whichever you want, or to both, to see which one you like better.
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