RPOV
It's been about a week since the whole incident at the track and my awkwardly graphic dream. Dimitri and I have been trying our best to stay professional, and I've been trying my best to keep up in my classes. I've been able to keep up in my combat classes but in my class with the asswipe Stan Alto teaching, it's impossible for me to do anything without him yelling at me. I could just sigh, and he'd assume that I'm being rude and ungrateful and a 'disrespecful, horrible excuse for a guardian-to-be.'
But, thanks to my Russian angel, Dimitri would stick up for me. Though he'd be cautious not to do it frequently, that way Stan wouldn't think I was whining to Dimitri behind his back—which I kinda was.
Besides that, I've been having a pretty normal—as normal as it can get—time at the Academy. There does seem to be a bit of an issue between Lissa and some non-royal Moroi girl named Mia, who looked more like a porcelain doll than a high schooler. Short, too much make-up, overly-curled hair, and very flat chested. And dating Lissa's ex-boyfriend, Aaron. That Mia girl would get all defensive whenever Lissa was in eye distance of Aaron—he'd have this sad puppy look on his face, as if he still had feelings for Lissa and was sad to be stuck with Mia. Couldn't blame the guy. Why he'd stoop so low I have no idea.
But I have been noticing a bit of googly eyes from Lissa to the Strigoi-loving Christian Ozera. Not the Academy's most popular guy—like I care about popularity—because his parents decided to become the undead and tried to turn Christian into a Strigoi too. It would make me feel a bit jealous knowing that Lissa seemed to be finding something else that made her feel peaceful.
I've known her her entire life and suddenly she sees something in the fire-using freak and it's as if everything I've done for her was for nothing. I'd also get jealous because she could love whoever she wanted! No complications, no stupid laws scaring you into not loving anyone! Whoever made up the law for dhampirs not to love—I don't care if it's just for other dhampirs—is a total jackass! Everyone deserves to love someone! Why do Moroi get the pass to do whatever, but dhampirs are getting killed left and right?
It was about an hour before my training with Dimitri (after class), and I was locked up in my dorm, holding my pillow in a death grip. Classes let out early, and I hadn't left my room. Lissa tried getting in, so did Mason and some other friends, but I didn't want to be bothered. I was too busy trying to get over my frustrations.
They come first, I thought. They always come first. When will dhampirs come first? If it wasn't for dhampirs, Moroi wouldn't have guardians! But the Moroi still take us for granted! If they think they can replace us that easily, why don't they just look after themselves?! They've got magic! Especially the fire-users—Strigoi wouldn't come three feet near the fire-users.
I threw my face into the pillow and screamed. Someone knocked on my door again.
"Go away!" I screamed, throwing my pillow against the door.
"I'm sorry," the muffled voice said. "Is this a bad time?" I recognized the voice—Dimitri. I got up and opened the door a crack. He was wearing his usual work out get up, but his face was twisted in concern and shock. "The Princess said that you wouldn't get out of your room," he said. "I came to check on you."
"Cause Lissa wanted you to," I muttered bitterly. I never harbored such resentful feelings toward Lissa before, and having them build up in me felt unnatural. I did know that Lissa had been using her magic more than usual lately but—
"Roza, what's wrong?" The way Dimitri rolled his r's as if he were purring made my heart melt a little, but I was so far into my hatred for Lissa's freedom that I hardly noticed. He gently pushed the door open (father than I had it) and put his hands on my shoulders, looking me in the eyes. "Roza, what is the matter with you?"
"I hate her!" I growled. "Why the fuck can she just waltz around like that? She's rubbing it in my face, isn't she?" My fists were shaking.
"Who? The Princess?" Dimitri looked at me dumbstruck. "She's a Moroi, Roza, we can't control what she does."
"But they can control us?" I hissed. "Why the hell should we get ourselves killed over Moroi who'd replace us in a heartbeat? We're nothing more than baby poppers and bloodwhores!"
Dimitri stiffened. "Stop it now, Roza," he said gruffly.
"NO!" I screamed. I lashed out, scratching Dimitri's cheek, leaving four cuts on his cheek and slapped him with my other hand. I never lashed out like this, not on anybody. Dimitri's arms went around me tightly, holding me to his chest. My head was against his neck, and I bit it. I felt him grunt in pain.
"Успокойтесь Роза. Пожалуйста. Это не ты," Dimitri murmured over and over again. Slowly, the anger disappeared, leaving me trembing and confused. I stopped biting Dimitri's neck and shoved him back. The scratch marks on his cheek weren't bleeding, and I hadn't bitten hard enough to break the skin, but I was still shaken. "It's fine," Dimitri whispered. He walked over to me and cupped my cheeks. "I'm okay." He brushed his lips against my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, and finally my lips.
"What happened to me?" I said shakily.
Dimitri's thumbs rubbed circles against my cheeks. "I don't know," he mumbled, looking at me deeply. He gave me a long, passionate kiss. "It's fine. You're you again. That's all that matters." He smiled. I nodded.
After a moment to calm down, I quickly changed (with Dimitri out of the room) and we walked down together to practice.
Успокойтесь Роза. Пожалуйста. Это не ты= "CALM DOWN, ROZA. PLEASE. THIS ISN'T YOU."
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