Weeks and weeks went by. Dimitri still glared at me every chance he got but he never made a show of his hatred like he did in the lunch room. I ignored his glares and acted like I didn't care but it still hurt. I wanted to be his friend and possibly more. Christian finally grew a pair and asked Lissa out. She said yes of course. She has gushed to me everyday since. Meredith was still a little distant. She is usually busy with school or her robotics club. I thought that was actually really cool because I naturally repel technology. I've gotten closer to Mason and Eddie in the last few weeks. Although I haven't been able to tell them about my parents. All they know is that my parents died in a horrible accident. They knew that Sam was my legal guardian now. Sam is... well Sam. He never changes. He actually convinced me to throw a Halloween party.
*FLASHBACK*
I was eating breakfast. chocolate glazed doughnuts to be exact. Sam came strolling in wearing his running clothes.
"Hey you know Halloween is next weekend." He says while walking to the fridge.
"Yeah I know."
"Are you going to do anything?" He asks while pulling out a water bottle.
"I was thinking about having a Halloween movie marathon. And if you're lucky we can throw in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre." I smile at him.
"No."
"No?"
"Nope."
"Why not? It's what we do every year." I ask confused. He loves scary movies and every year on Halloween we watch movies all night and make fun of the bad acting for some of them.
"Because we're not going to sit here all night alone. You're 17 now. Go dress like a cheap stripper and get wasted at some party. It's what I'll be doing." He smirks at the end.
"I'd rather not. Plus I don't think anyone has anything planned this year."
"Why don't we? Lets throw a Halloween party. It will give me a chance to meet some of your friends and you could meet mine."
"Umm..." I ponder it.
"Please" He begs. "It will be so much fun. Don't be lame."
"I'm not lame." I defend myself sounding appalled.
"Then throw a party. Come on. All of the cool kids are doing it."
"Shut up Sam." I laugh at him and playfully punch his arm. He fakes being hurt and stares at me with a sad pouty look. Those big blue eyes are pleading with me. "Ugh. Fine."
He fist pumps the air. "Peer pressure. Works every time." He smiles at me and hugs me. "It will be fun I promise. I'll decorate and I will put up a sign that says 'no bitches' okay?" I laugh at the idea of a sign.
"Really Sam?"
"Of course. Bitches ruin everything." He laughs and then leaves to go for his run.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
So here I am, in my room getting ready for this big party. Lissa is in my bathroom getting ready for this costume party. She told her parents that we were staying up all night watching movies. I wish. This party is going to end in a disaster I just know it. I used to love parties. I would go to them every weekend even when I didn't even know who was throwing them. I was a wild child. Then... My parents died and I realized that wild parties and making out with hot guys weren't that great. Some times when you lose someone you love it makes you realize what is important in your life.
"How do I look?" Lissa asks. And she looked great. She was wearing a naughty nurse costume with red high heels. She didn't look trashy but her outfit will definitely get noticed.
"You look great." I voiced.
"Thanks. You do too." She had me wearing a greek goddess costume. It was pretty much a super tight and super revealing white piece of cloth. It showed a lot of cleavage and hung just below my butt. I had on gold high heels and a smokey makeup job. I looked good. And I felt good.
When I went downstairs the party was in full swing. Some people were already drunk. I guess we took longer than I thought in getting ready. Sam was dressed as a doctor. He wore his scrubs from when he does a surgery. His excuse was 'If I already have a costume then why go buy a new one.' I guess it works. Eddie was dressed up as a drag queen which i thought was funny. Mason had on a robot costume. He pretty much painted a box silver and cut a whole out of it. He even put foil on top to make it look like an antenna. He catches me observing him and walks over to me.
"Well don't you look handsome." I comment before he can say anything.
"Yeah I know. A real chick magnet, huh? I'm the stud of the party." He jokes while flattering himself. I laugh at his smug expression. "So where is your date?" He asks.
"Don't have one. I decided to go all Jason DeRulo and ride solo if you know what I mean." He laughs at my lame ass joke.
"Even at your own party?"
"Yeah well it's more Sam and Lissa's thing. They planned it. He decorated but she controlled the guest list." I explained
"But still. You know you could be my date if you wanted." Mason asks being really cute. It's a shame I'm going to have to let him down.
"Mase you're too much for me to handle and you know it." I joke. He laughs with me.
"Yeah I do know." He praises himself again. I glance around and spot Sam talking to Lissa.
"Hey Mase, I'm gonna go talk to Sam for a minute okay?"
"Yeah sure. I need to go find Eddie anyway." With that we leave. I head over to Lissa and Sam and catch the end of them introducing them selves.
"Sam!" I catch his attention.
"Ah there she is. Hey Roseberg, how are you liking the party?"
"It's fun. I see you guys have finally met." I tell him.
"Yes I have finally met the famous Vasilisa Dragomir." Uh oh. Sam is laying on the charm. Lissa blushes.
"Why do you call her Roseberg?" She asks Sam.
"Because my dear Rose is as beautiful as a red rose but is as cold as an iceberg." Sam explains to Lissa. She laughs as I punch Sam in the arm.
"Well ladies." Sam starts. "It has been a treat but I'm going to go find some women who are in my age range. So if you don't mind I will take my leave." He bows. Great. Sam is drunk. He will only bow to someone if he's had at least 3 shots of something. "Oh and Rose." He turns back around to me.
"Yes?"
"Prince Charming has just arrived." I look at him confused until I see his staring at someone behind me. I turn around and see who is standing by the front door.
Dimitri Belikov.
Tasha Ozera was linked to his arm like some kind of trophy wife. The sight of her touching him is enough to make my stomach sick. I turn back to Lissa who is still standing by me.
"Want to start drinking?" I ask her. She nods.
"I didn't invite them. I promise I wouldn't do that to you Rose." Lissa says.
"I know you didn't. He just wants to ruin my party with his presence. Lets start drinking and forget about him okay?" She agrees and we make our way to the bar Sam set up in the kitchen. Yes. Sam supports underage drinking. And apparently so do his friends.
As I'm making a fruity drink for Lissa, she gets sweeped off her feet by none other than Christian. They are so lovey dovey with each other, I am actually scared to see what they are like once they start drinking. Once I'm done with her drink, I interrupt their make out session by waving my hand in between them. I have a regular vodka on ice because I'm looking to get drunk tonight.
"Hey sorry Rose." Christian interjects. "Dimitri found out where I was going, and there was no stopping him."
"It's okay Christian. It really doesn't bother me." I smile and turn to Lissa. "I'm gonna go... mingle. Find me later." She agrees and I set off to find other company. I talked to Meredith a little bit. I was really surprised that she came. I met some of Sam's work buddies and they were pretty cool. I noticed my drink was empty in the middle of some guys speech about colonoscopy. Great time to go fix up another drink. There is no one in the kitchen when I go in which is a surprise.
I pour two shots of whisky and down them both immediately. I then fill up my glass with ice and whisky and go to take a drink of that. If I'm going to go back and listen to that guy's speech then I need to be a little more drunk. Okay a lot more. As I'm raising my glass to my lips I'm stopped. Someone's hand is wrapped around mine, not allowing me to move in any closer to my mouth.
"You should slow down Roza." A sweet honey-like voice whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to cherish the moment of his close proximity. I then remember why I'm mad at him and open my eyes. As I turn around to face him, I'm shocked by just how close he really is. My face is only a few inches from his. I can reach his face because these heels are so damn high. I can't breathe with him so close.
"And I think that if you are going to tell a girl what she should or shouldn't do them you should go find your girlfriend." I challenge him. "And don't worry about me. I'm a big girl. I can handle a little whiskey." Yes I'm being a little bitchy but hey, he was bitchy to me all month. When all he did was glare at me I decided to leave. As I tried to walk past him, his arm shot out and wrapped around my waist halting my movements.
"Don't leave yet. If you're such a big girl then why don't you try this?" He says while pulling out a small glass bottle. The bottle is shaped like a flask so was easily hidden in his duster. Dimitri was dressed like a cowboy. Of course. He usually looks like a cowboy with his ridiculous long coat but tonight he added a huge belt buckle and some cowboy boots. I focused my attention back on the flask like bottle.
"What is it?"
"Russian Vodka." He smirks at me.
"I've had Russian vodka before. I was unimpressed."
"Not this kind Rose. You've has the americanized brands. Here try it." He goes on to pour us both a shot of it. He hands me mine. I glare at him suspiciously before drinking the shot. And I almost spit it right back out all over him. This crap is like acid running down my throat. Dimitri laughed at my expression which only earned him a death glare.
"Want another?" He asks. I nod, not wanting to look like a pansy. Dimitri looks pretty buzzed already which is probably the only reason why he is talking to me now. Plus, he downed his first shot like it was water. After my second shot of that shit I was starting to feel a buzz so I decided to take a break.
"I'm gonna go find Lissa okay?" I ask. Dimitri is only staring at me. No emotions on his face. After a few minutes of us just staring he speaks.
"Yeah. Maybe I'll see you later." He walks out of the kitchen just as Lissa comes in.
"There you are! I've looked everywhere for you." Lissa slurs. She is completely wasted. I could tell by the way she wobbled in. Light weight. I smirked at her.
"Well obviously not. I've been in here."
"Rose, you're silly. Lets take a few shots together to celebrate." She jumped excitedly.
"What are we celebrating?"
"YOU." She shouts. I just laugh at her. She is so drunk she has no idea what she is talking about. She pours us both a shot of tequilla. My higher reasoning told me to stop drinking but my buzzed mind cloud said Why not? Me and Lissa ended up drinking a lot more than a few shots. By the time we were done, Lissa was passed out on the couch with Christian taking care of her. The party was still going but I was way too exhausted to keep going. I wobbled up to my room and layed on my bed. I kicked off my shoes and stared at my ceiling. I looked over just as my door opened. It was Dimitri.
"Hey sorry, I thought this was the bathroom." He slurred. He looked smashed.
"Umm it's not but you can use the bathroom in my room." I tell him and point to the door on the other side of my room. He mumbles out a 'thanks' and goes to use it. I lay back on my pillow and count the stars on my ceiling. I had a bunch of stick on glow in the dark stars plastered all over my room. Dimitri's hand on my thigh jolted me from my counting.
"Are you okay?" He asked. His hand on my thigh was burning. It felt like electricity was shooting up my leg. It felt like my whole body was on vibrate. I mumbled out a 'yeah' and stared at him. Why was he so beautiful?
"Can I... Do you mind if...Kiss you?" He slurred out but still holding a nervous note to his voice. I don't answer, instead I grab the back of his head and pull him down towards me.
I will write a Lemon for the next chapter if enough people tell me that they want me to. Or I can make it really clean. Something is going to happen but I want to know if you want me to make it juicy or not.