SORRY. AGAIN. I KNOW YOU ALL PROBABLY HATE ME.
I have had a lot of things on at the moment. I have some more English assessments. I have to write a rant about something, I should probably have done it about people who don't update on Fanfiction! I did it on the new Declan on Neighbours instead though. I actually hate him. I also have French coursework to do, which is really hard.
Aside from that, I have been playing on my xbox quite a bit. Fable 3 came out, so I have completed it twice now! I had to check out the Fable Fanfics as well. If you have played the game, I would recommend you read them, there are some really good ones.
Back to the story. I'm starting to think this story isn't really very interesting. I'm trying my best honestly! I hope you enjoy this anyway and I will try and take some time to update as much as possible. Thank you for all of the reviews and I hope you like this chapter and review. I might do a DPOV for the next chapter. See what you think :)
Chapter Nine…
Beep…Beep…Beep…
I groaned, whacking my alarm clock to the floor, having the satisfaction of hearing its strangled last sound. I raised my head and realised why my alarm clock had been waking me up.
I had stupidly agreed to start training with Dimitri again as a spur of the moment thing. Now I had to stick to it, I had been avoiding him for too long now, people were going to start asking questions soon.
I sighed and walked down to the gym. Walking slowly and mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen. I didn't know what to expect though, so I didn't quite no what to expect.
I pushed open the door slowly when I got there, hearing nothing from inside.
When I went through the door, Dimitri was sitting reading his western, like he did every other training session. He looked up when I entered and I smiled, almost shyly. He smiled back tentatively, getting to his feet. "Laps." I ordered, but not harshly.
I sat and waited for him to finish, wondering how long we could manage to avoid the inevitable talk for. He came back in, looking less tired than he had before the 'incident', I wondered if he had been coming to practice while our training sessions hadn't been happening. "Well done." I congratulated him. "Your getting better. A lot better."
He beamed with approval and I couldn't help but grin back. It all just seemed so normal. "Let's spar." I challenged.
We took up our positions, my heart racing before we had started. I had been avoiding looking at him too closely, but now it was impossible. He stood opposite me, still slightly out of breath from the laps and a thin layer of sweat coating him. His eyes showed determination, he wanted to win. He hair was pulled back and I could see his face completely, his lips were curved up into a half-smile. His t-shirt was tight and showed off all of his muscles. Maybe sparring wasn't such a great idea…
I noticed him looking at me in the same way I had just been observing him. It was the first time we had been this close to each other in a while, and we could both feel the electricity in the air, no matter how much I tried to deny it.
While I hoped he was distracted, I lunged towards him, attempting to land a kick to his chest. He blocked it, but it still caused him to stagger backwards, before righting himself. He immediately retaliated with a punch to my arm, which hit the mark. I winced, it had had a lot of force behind it.
I had let him get his hit in now, so I kicked his shin, causing him to fall to the ground, face first. I instantly jumped on his back and pinned him down, his cheek pushed into the mat. "I win." I whispered in his ear, before jumping off him again.
He chuckled and took the hand I had outstretched to him, offering for him to get up. "You may have improved, but you will never be better than me." I teased.
He laughed outright. "I'm sure you will be surprised one day." He joked.
We took up our positions on the mat again and I attempted to wiggle my eyebrows at him. I failed, of course, and he ended up laughing at me instead. While he was distracted, I kicked him to the floor and straddled his waist pinning him down, his wrists held above his head as I leaned over his face. "Don't get distracted." I chastised, playfully.
"It's hard not to." He muttered, but I still heard him. I realised the double meaning in his words and the air around us suddenly became even hotter. I looked back into his eyes and saw the obvious desire. Not daring to let go of his hands, I looked down.
"We need to talk." I said, disappointedly.
He nodded, understanding this was going to happen. I got off him and sat opposite him instead, my legs crossed. "Look…" I began, unsure of how to start.
"It's okay. I get it." He sighed. "I know we can't be together. Student-teacher thing. I guess I knew it could never really happen in the first place." He explained.
I looked up, he needed to know that wasn't what was stopping me. "That's not it." I started. "The student-teacher thing doesn't bother me. It never has. It's just that if I got fired, it would mean leaving my post as Lissa's guardian. I couldn't do that. I have to protect her. I couldn't let her go unprotected. It would ruin your chances at being a guardian as well. I don't want that to happen to you."
He looked surprised, but almost proud, admiring. "I'm glad." He spoke, shocking me with his words. "I'm glad that if we couldn't be together it was because of a reasonable reason rather than something as stupid as me being your student." He told me.
I smiled, unable to resist the urge to hug him. "I'm so sorry this couldn't happen." I whispered, a slight waver in my voice as a tear trickled down my face. I didn't cry often, but I couldn't stop it this time.
When we split apart, he looked like something new had just popped into his head. "What was up with Adrian yesterday?" He inquired. "He looked more than a bit angry."
I sighed, remembering how angry Adrian had been at me. "Did I tell you that Adrian is a spirit user as well?" I asked, not recalling ever informing Dimitri of this.
He shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Does that mean that he can heal people like Lissa can?"
It was my turn to shake my head now. "No, he can read auras and dream walk." He shot me a confused glance, probably not understanding either of those terms. "An aura is a kind of light around someone that can tell you about their emotions. Dream walking is when you can enter someone else's dreams." I explained, making it clearer for him.
He nodded. "He read your aura then?" Dimitri figured out.
I nodded. "He dream walked me the night we rescued you and noticed something up with the colour of my aura. He said I had 'conflicted emotions'. He tried to guess who it was for the next couple of days, while I was avoiding you." I said, blushing slightly. Dimitri chuckled. "Then that day when you came over to find out when we were starting training again, Adrian saw my aura and then dragged me back to his room for me to 'explain'. I think he's still mad at me though."
Dimitri looked hesitant but pulled me into a short-lived embrace. "He will be fine, he's just jealous." Dimitri reasoned.
I nodded, I did know that, but I didn't want Adrian to hate me, especially if nothing could come of my feelings. "I just don't want him to hate me. He's my friend." I said, deflated. Before he could offer anymore support, I stood up. "Come on, you should go and get some breakfast before classes start."
He stood up and joined me in walking towards the door. Before we got there though, he grabbed my arm. "I'm glad I still get to be your friend Rose." He said, smiling.
I grinned. "Me too, Comrade."
He groaned. "I still hate that name!" He teased.
I laughed. "Doesn't mean I'm going to stop saying it."
We both chuckled as we separated, going our separate directions. I headed towards the staff area, while Dimitri went to the commons to get his breakfast.
All my friends were already seated when I got to the staff room. Adrian sent me a harsh glare and I couldn't stop myself from flinching. Nobody noticed though, I didn't want anyone to work out why I was fighting with Adrian.
I sat down next to Lissa who smiled widely at me, passing me some food. "You've started training Dimitri again then?" Christian asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, I think he's okay again. He was a bit shaken up after everything that had happened."
Adrian snorted, but didn't make any comment when people shot curious glances at him. I just sat and glared, not being able to conjure up any other expression. Adrian looked pointedly away from me throughout the whole of breakfast, not speaking to me once. I could feel guilt eating away at me, but I didn't really know why. I hadn't done anything. I couldn't help what I was feeling, but I was doing the right thing by ignoring it. I was doing what was the best for everyone but me. I didn't see how that could be considered a bad thing. I was protecting everyone by pushing this aside.
Lissa wondered what Adrian's problem with me was, but didn't question either of us.
Sighing, I got up. "I have to go for my shift." I told everyone.
Mason stood up too, which surprised me because I knew he didn't have this shift. "I will come with you." He stated - not offering any other explanation - before following me out of the room.
We walked in a strangely uncomfortable silence until Mason put his hand on my arm to stop me. "What's going on with you and Adrian?" He asked, an emotion I couldn't quite place colouring his voice.
I shrugged my shoulders. "We just fell out about something yesterday." I said vaguely.
Mason looked at me, clearly wanting me to elaborate further. "Look it was nothing, okay! Adrian took something way out of hand and now he isn't speaking to me, it's nothing for you to blow up over as well."
He looked away. "It's just that you have never really fallen out before, so, well…" He paused, seeming unable to speak the words he was thinking. "I thought there might be something going on between you." Mason said the last sentence quietly, as though he didn't want anybody else to hear.
I couldn't believe it. Mason thought me and Adrian had some kind of thing together. That was the least of our problems; the opposite really. I now identified the emotion that was plaguing his voice. Jealousy. He was jealous that me and Adrian might really have something between us.
"Trust me. There is nothing going on between me and Adrian, and there never will." I confirmed, speaking the truth. There never would be anything between me and Adrian, because I just didn't feel that way about him. He was my friend.
I didn't see why I had to confirm this to Mason. If I had wanted to go out with Adrian, it wouldn't have been any of Mason's business anyway. Sure, he was jealous, but he couldn't stop me from being happy even if he was.
"I'm glad." He mused, probably not even meaning to say it out loud. Then he seemed to come out of his little world of relief and looked at me. "What is wrong with you two then?" He urged.
I sighed. "I told you it was nothing. It will be sorted by tomorrow." I hoped, rather than stated.
Mason nodded, not looking like he particularly believed me. "I really do have to get to my shift you know." I teased.
I caused him to crack a smile and I knew that there wouldn't be anymore awkwardness between us. Well, anymore awkwardness than I normally felt anyway.
I walked in the opposite direction, ready to start my shift, my mind working overtime, trying to figure out the events of the last few days.
Adrian knew about my mixed up feelings with Dimitri and hated me for them. Dimitri and I were friends, nothing more. Technically, everything was sorted out, apart from the Adrian problem, and things were back to normal.
So why did I still feel so upset?
