Oh it's getting spicy ;) No? Oh well…

Oh and in the last chapter Janine says "I came to take you going back to the academy."

That is just proof that I don't edit my work x)

It is supposed to be "I came to take you back to the academy."

"Wait, back to the Academy?"

"I made quite the deal with them and they have agreed to let you finish your senior year." She said flatly.

"Holy crap… Lissa! I have to call Lissa!" I exclaimed. I dashed up the stairs and found my cell on the kitchen counter. I hit speed dial and the ringing started. I was so excited that I hardly noticed Dimitri and my mother coming up the stairs.

"Ugh. Hello?" Lissa said groggily.

"Liss! Guess what!" I exclaimed with a grin.

"Hmm?" She mumbled, obviously half asleep.

"I'm coming back! Back to Academy!"

"What?" She exclaimed fully awake, now.

"Ya. My mother said that she mad e some sort of deal and Kirova's letting me back for the rest of senior year." She laughed.

"The Hathaway Wing.""Huh?" "There's a new wing in the library being built. They are naming it the Hathaway Wing. Everyone thought it was for your 'legacy' or something." She giggled. Her laugh was cut off by a soft male voice.

"Hey, it's 2 in the morning. Go to sleep, baby." The voice mumbled.

"Sorry, Christian." She whispered.

"Holy... Lissa! You're getting it on with Ozera?" I wiggled my eyebrows, even though she couldn't see me. Dimitri, however, did see me. He looked at me, but I just shook my head.

"No! N-no. I – we…" Liss stumbled over her words. I laughed.

"Go to sleep. I'll see you when I get back."

"Kay. Night. Err, morning… Bye." I smiled and hung up. My mom and Dimitri were talking in hushed whispers. Dimitri noticed me looking at him. He smiled sadly.

"Uh.. Do you need help packing? Actually, I think some of your clothes are still in my room…" He trailed off. He turned abruptly and went to his room. He shut the door loudly. I stood with my mouth open. Dimitri. How could I not see that I would have to leave his for Lissa?

"Dimitri!" I cried, trying to open his door. It was locked.

"Rose, go pack your things. Your mother said that your flight leaves in one hour." I turned and glared at my mother.

"I'm going to wait downstairs." She said, briskly. She glided down the steps and shut the door at the bottom. I pounded on the bedroom door, hoping to break it down. Nothing happened.

"Gah!" I yelled and kicked it. It left a small dent, but otherwise nothing.

"Fine!" I yelled and stomped off to the living room. I threw all of my clothes into my suitcases. I grabbed the mittens Dimitri had bought me and almost threw them in the garbage, but thought better about it and shoved them in my suitcase. I had all of my clothes packed and I put on Grisha's coat. It no longer smelled like Grigory, it smelled like me and Dimitri. I glared at the floor. I wheeled the suitcases to the stairs and zipped up my jacket. Dimitri came out of his room. He had a box in his hands.

It was a plain cardboard box with a blue ribbon tied around it. I looked closer and it was his scarf. It was the one I had worn to the market. He handed me the box. "I want you to take these things back to America with you." He said quietly.

I set the box down and he hugged me tightly.

"YA lyublyu tebya. Nikogda ne zabyvai?te ob etom. (I love you. Never forget that.)" He murmured. I wouldn't let myself cry. He tilted my head up and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, ignoring the silent tears streaming down my cheeks. He pulled away. There was that sad smile on his face again. He silently stroked my face.

"We will be together in our hearts." He laid his hand on my chest. Had it been any other guy, I would have socked him for groping me. But this was Dimitri. I put my hand on his heart and could feel the rhythmic thumping.

"Rosemarie, we don't have long, or we will miss our flight." My mother called up. I ignored her.

"I'll stay here with you. Never mind the academy. There are schools in Russia." I said, desperately. He shook his head.

"No, Rose. You need to go back to your home. Plus you aren't all that good at Russian." He said with a cute smile.

I glared."O, pozhaluista , Dmitrii . Vy znaete tak zhe, kak i ya , chto ya udivitel'nyi na russkom yazyke. (Oh, please, Dimitri. You know as well as I do that I am awesome at Russian.)" I said. He just kissed my forehead and let go of me.

"Proshchai, Roza (Goodbye, Rose)." He said, softly. I bit my tongue so I wouldn't say anything that I would regret. I picked up my bags and the box and carefully went down the stairs. He didn't follow me. My mother met me at the bottom and tried to carry the box, but I handed her the suitcases instead. She let herself out of the front doors and I looked up the stairs at Dimitri and my home-no-more.

I looked away so he wouldn't see me cry. I held back the tears and went out the door, clutching the box. There was a sleek black car waiting. I sighed and got in the back next to my mother. The driver turned around to face us.

"Shall I put the box in the trunk, Ms. Hathaway?" He asked, with a faint British accent. My mom started to say yes.

"No!" I snapped. I glared at him. He turned, back around, shocked. I shut the door and he started driving. I refused to look at my mother. Instead I played with the scarf that was tied on the box.

Finally I decided to untie it. I opened the box and stared in wonder at the contents. In the box was a variety of things. Pictures, books, a movie, a snow globe, a can of Russian Sprite, and a note. I bit my lip and held back my tears. I picked up the pictures and looked through them. There were the ones from our tour that Abe had taken, ones with me messing around with martial arts moves in room 2 that Dimitri had taken with out me noticing, the sights in St. Petersburg, and one of me sleeping on Dimitri's floor that one night. "YA lyublyu tebya.( I love You)" was scrawled across that one.

One of the books was a Russian/English Dictionary. There were a few bookmarks in it. I flipped to the first one 'Love' or 'lyubvi'. I smiled. The second one was 'Thank you' or 'Spasibo'. I chuckled.

"Jerk." I mumbled.

"What did you say?" My mother asked. I looked up.

"Hmm? Nothing." I said, quietly. I looked back to the box. The other book was one of Dimitri's Western's. I smiled and picked it up. It was worn and a bit tattered. I hugged it and set it back in. I picked up the snow globe. On the inside was the Alexander Column. I shook it and the snow swirled.

"Krasivyi.(Beautiful)" I said, softly.

"That is lovely. Where did you get it?" My mother asked, reaching for it. I pulled it away for some reason.

"Dimitri." I said simply as I set it gently back in the box. She reached in and grabbed the Sprite. I growled under my breath.

She turned it around in her hands.

"I suppose this has some sort of secret significance for you and that man, but I don't dare to ask what it is." She set it back in the box like it was toxic. I glared at her.

"He has a name. Dimitri Belikov." I snapped. She sneered at me.

"Oh, I know all about Mr. Belikov. He lived with his mother, sisters, and father until he beat up his father, who then moved out. Dimitri graduated from St. Basil's Academy and then opened Belikov's Martial Arts Studio. He has had no successful relationships that lasted longer than 2 and a half weeks, except for Tasha Ozera. Their relationship lasted for 3 months. They broke up, because Tasha lost her unborn child. And then-" I cut her off.

"What? How do you know all these things?" I asked, trying not to focus on the last part.

"Rose, please." She looked at me as if saying "Are you kidding me?". The car stopped.

"We have arrived at the airport, Ms. Hathaway." The driver said, tonelessly. I closed the box and wrapped the scarf around my neck. It smelled like Dimitri. I breathed in deeply. I got out of the car and clutched the box tightly. The driver got our luggage out of the car and some men in uniform took it.

"Mogu li ya schitat' , chto pole , ·eem? (May I take that box?)" One man asked me. I shook my head vigorously. He shrugged and left. My mom started walking inside so I followed her. We got to a waiting room and she sat down in a chair so I sat next to her, holding the box in my lap.

"So… You seem to be pretty good at Russian." She said, sounding bored. I shrugged.

"You pick stuff up when your living with a Russian." I said, think about the thing about Tasha and Dimitri.

"Yes. About that…" She trailed off.

"What?"

"I so not approve of you being with a man of that age." She said, staring at me.

"Bite me. I'm 18." I snapped and turned away from her. She sighed.

"Ryeis 16 v N'yu-Iork v nastoyashchyee vremya posadki. Ryeis 16 v N'yu-Iork v nastoyashchyee vremya posadki. (Flight 16 to New York is now boarding. Flight 16 to New York is now boarding.)" A woman called over the loudspeaker. I stood up and mom did too.

She lead the way to the terminal. We boarded the plane.

Some time later

We got of off the academy's private plane and I saw Lissa standing the with Mason, Eddie, Christian Ozera, and Meredith.

"Rose!" Lissa cried and ran towards me. I grinned and ran at her. I didn't have to box anymore so I grabbed her in a hug and swung her around. She kissed my cheek and I set her down. We stood embracing and greeting each other as Mason and the others cmae up to us.