Chapter Seven – Wonder Liquid

Rose's P.O.V

It felt like a home coming when Lissa and I prettied ourselves up for the party. I haven't done this since junior year, about a week before summer break. That also didn't count for the amazing beach parties we went to that included all the good stuff. Music, beer, sand, sex and boys. Of course the last two will be excluded for this party. I made a commitment to god that I'll remain a 'virgin' till marriage. I read the cover of the bible and everything! Sadly the bible doesn't have back covers so I had to simply read 'Holy Bible'. Still, reading is reading.

I added the red lipstick which was the ammo to my guns. My hair was styled and teased up high, making my dark hair circle my face in curls and hairspray. I had heavy make-up on, which included my special lipstick and my dress was skin tight, almost like a second skin – if it wasn't already embedded into the first one. The dress was red and had skinny straps and ridden up in some places.

Lissa was more in a causal outfit with skinny jeans which showed off her hips and leather boots. She wore a crop top, showing off her belly button ring and the small tattoo that said 'Christian' with a small heart next to it. She put on a leather jacket and only put on minimal make-up and lip gloss.

"Ready to go?" Lissa asked getting her bag she threw on my bed. I nod and head out the door of my bedroom. We decided to get ready at my place, simply because Lissa's was packed with her parents business associates and having Lissa leave like that would only cause unwanted attention. Since Lissa's family was die-hard religious they'll frown on tattoos, crop tops, body jewelry and skanky friends.

What I wasn't counting on was my mother being home. On an ordinary day my mother would usually be home the moment I was heading to bed, so around 11'ish. But it's not an ordinary day, this day my mother's engaged with Abe so the thing that kept her at the office all night is now in our living room so she got home at normal hours, 6'ish.

Lissa and I were leaving around nine. A good party would last well into the night, maybe ending somewhere around two in the morning. Sadly this is a school night so the party might end earlier, maybe around midnight. I'm positive Meredith will be staying till two though. For a party animal like her, the party isn't over till the sun rises.

"Where you two ladies going tonight?" Abe asked as he stepped out of the living room and came near us. "It's a little too late to be going out."

Lissa shot me a look that said 'handle this!' "My mother gave me permission." I lied, truth be told I haven't asked my mother for permission to go to party since the summer before freshman year.

"I don't remember giving you permission." Janine said stepping out from behind Abe, most likely hearing what was going on and came to check it out. "Lissa, did you ask your parents?" Lissa visibly paled yet somewhat covered her lie.

"My parents are aware of where I'll be going tonight." Lissa said, and if I knew anything about Lissa it was the fact that she had truth in her lies. Her parents were aware that she was going to Viktoria's, but not to a party. She probably said they were doing a bible study. Janine didn't buy it, but Lissa wasn't her kid so she didn't butt in too much.

"Where are you going, and when will you be back?" Abe asked. I glared at him, god, who the hell did he think he was? My father!

"I'm going to Viktoria's, she's my tutor." I told them. "The girl who brought me my skirt today, remember."

"We remember, yet I doubt you're going to study in those clothes." My mother noted, observing my revealing clothes.

"Fine, you caught me." I told them giving up. As much as the two annoyed me, they were morons. I'm pretty sure they put the pieces together as soon as I made an appearance. "We're going to a party, don't wait up." I said and took Lissa's arm in mine and started walking out the front door.

"No you don't, young lady." My mother said stepping in front of Abe. "You lied to us and we still didn't give you permission!" She yelled.

"You're staying right in your room, studying." That was the last string.

"Since when did you decide to be a good parent?" I yelled at her. In a way I was waiting for this day, more like yearning for it. At the same time I don't like that she became mom of the fucking year when Abe came. That man made me so infuriated by simply breathing air!

"Rose, room, now!" She yelled and pointed to the stairs.

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave my mother a glare. "No." It only took a few seconds for my mother's face to turn from a tan to a red tomato. I turned around and grabbed Lissa's arm, a little too roughly, and walked out the door. I heard the angry footsteps of someone following us out to the driveway. I unlocked the car door but before I could get it my mother's hand whipped out and turned me around. For small woman she sure was strong.

"If you leave don't even dare of coming back." She threatened. I saw Abe standing in the threshold of the front door, simply looking over at our exchange. I rolled my eyes; my mom wasn't one for empty threats but kicking me out? Right…

"Bye mom." I said and got in the car and slammed it shut. Lissa was on the other side. We drove off and I ignored my mother.

I knew the moment we drove onto Viktoria's street that the party was in full swing. I heard the bass of the beats and felt the vibration; it's a miracle that the police hadn't arrived yet. I pulled the car onto the curb since the drive way and half of the street were filled with cars.

"How many people did you invite?" I asked Lissa as I got out; I pulled my dress down as well.

"Same amount as you, but you know parties, people invite people who invite people." Lissa said and spoke from experience. Several 'small' parties end up turning into big events due to the power of Twitter. We had little walking to do but with my heels it minus well have been a mile, by the time we made it to Viktoria's doorstep my feet were killing me.

"Maybe you should take your shoes off." Lissa said as we stepped in. The door was wide open, letting anyone inside.

"So I can step on broken beer bottles and passed out drunks – no thank you." I said the pain will be worth it in the end.

When inside the smell of beer, drugs and sweaty people engulfed me. It was a smell I was all too familiar with and loved.

A Kesha song blasted through speakers, which I'm assuming was somewhere in this house. Viktoria's house was very big, considering it was just for her and her brother, yet the extra rooms would come in handy for some…'Midnight action'. Lissa took out her phone and texted someone, Christian I'm guessing to meet her up. I wasn't into anyone, I just let the instinct take me, flowing back into my wild-girl days that were literally only a few days ago. Still it felt nice to let go.

I randomly found a guy, pretty attractive to, with dark blond hair and brown eyes and somewhat of a muscular built. I instantly stuck to him, not even knowing each other's name we started in a very intimate (slutty?) dance together. My hands roamed over his t-shirt, going inside to touch his warm abs that was barely there. His eyes devoured my body, undressing me with his eyes. His eyes looked back up to mine, he smiled.

"Pretty face, hot body, a perfect ten." I smiled. He rated me one point higher than I rated myself, which was about a nine. Yet I wouldn't expect any less, he wanted sex. He would call me a goddess if he wanted it that badly. Yeah, he wanted it badly, yet doesn't mean I did.

A guy like him would usually get my hot and bothered, yet my standards are a little higher now. Yet doesn't mean I don't want a taste. I leaned in and our lips met, his kiss a little sloppy and eager, but I've had worse.

He was a little too wet with the kisses, leaving spit all over my lips. I tried to pull away yet his arms, weak compared to some, were still stronger than mine. I used my upper half to pull away, yet a long string of spit strung between us.

Someone hand me a barf bag.

"Rose, Rose!" I heard someone yell. "Oh, there you are!" I turn, luckily what's-his-face let me go and I could see Viktoria coming up to me. Viktoria was dressed in a skimpy outfit like me. It was a crop top with those Russian symbols on it and really short shorts that pretty much rode up her ass. She finished it off with some pumps and large hoop earrings. She had a red cup in her hand and I could smell it from here.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" She grabbed me and hugged me and did that girly jumping up and down thing we do when we were excited. Some of her drink spilled onto my dress and on the floor. I could already tell she had too much.

"I think you had too much, Viktoria." I said and tried to pull the cup away yet she was like a ninja and snatched it back.

"No! Do you know how long I've been without this…wonder liquid!" I tried to cock an eyebrow at her strange choice of words. Maybe Viktoria wasn't only on 'wonder liquid'.

"I saw your bestie, Lissa." She said and took a sip. She was about to say more yet the song changed to Britney Spears 'Toxic' and she start dancing wildly. "I love this song!" She screamed over the music. "Anyways, your friend Lissa was screwing her boyfriend in the corner. Well not screwing since well…nothing was 'inserted'." She said and giggled at the word 'inserted'.

I nodded awkwardly. All I really wanted to do was get away from Viktoria. I can't hang with drunks unless I'm wasted myself, otherwise it's just awkward. God, where's the beer? Or Russian vodka.

"Where's the beer?" I asked Viktoria, she asked me to repeat. "Where's the – never mind, I'll find it myself." I said and walked away. Well at least tried since everyone was bunched together in Viktoria's living room, all over her house really. But there was a lot of people here, so some were on the steps, hallway, hell some might even be dancing in the bathroom. I finally got to the Kitchen and like predicted, many people were here. Yet they were just hanging around, talking and drinking.

The large kegs were pretty much calling. I grabbed a cup and filled it up. It wasn't like anything I've tasted, yes I tasted Russian Vodka before, Mr. Dragomir loved the stuff and Lissa had a key to the cabinet, yet that stuff was Americanized. This was pure Russian Vodka and it tasted like bitter vodka, with a powerful kick. I finished it down yet I was already feeling dizzy and my throat was on fire.

"Typical American." I hear Viktoria say as she walks up to me. "Can't handle us, Russians or our vodka." I wanted to remind Viktoria that she's super drunk but by the way she smelt, she had to have a few drinks before even getting a buzz. She pour some more into her cup.

"Cheers to being sober!" Viktoria yells, everyone raises their cups and let the liquid pour down their throats.

"Cheers." I said bitterly and slightly raised my cup yet it was empty anyways. I had no intention of getting more to drink either. I threw my cup on the ground and looked around. The situation with the blond guy pretty much ruined my guy-appetite. I briefly considered leaving, yet I drove Lissa's car here and unless she's leaving, I can't. I sigh, I'll be here for a while then…

"What's going on here?" I hear a loud voice yell, even over yet another One Direction song. The songs stops and I hear the gasp going around as everyone looks over at the door. I push through people and I finally see two tall figures, standing at the doorway.

One is recognizable, Dimitri, I mean Mr. Belikov. The other is a mystery, he had blond hair and brown eyes, a little shorter than Dimitri. Maybe that's the friend Viktoria said he was with.

"Viktoria!" Dimitri yelled, most of the kids near him ran to other parts of the house, while some pushed Viktoria over to Dimitri.

"What is Mr. Belikov doing here?" I heard a girl beside me ask. I don't look at her but answer the question.

"Mr. Belikov is Viktoria's older brother and this is his house." I said I hear her gasp, along with several others nearby that heard me. When Viktoria finally makes it to him he pretty much yells at her in Russian, of course no one else can understand it, yet doesn't change the fact that no one started the party up again, we were too engrossed with the brother and sister feud. Especially because it evolves the hot new principle.

Viktoria then stomped her foot and stormed past the crowd and up the steps, to her room.

We all then turned back to Dimitri. "Party's over." Huh, short party. "Everyone better be out of here by the time I count down from ten or I'm giving Detention to the entire school!" That's when chaos broke out, no one wanted St. Vladimir's detention. You stay in a hot as hell (no pun intended) room with the scariest of all teachers, Kirova, reads scriptures to all the students and forces them to read it as well and give a detailed summary of what they've read. That goes on for about one hour.

I know I have a standing agreement with god, yet I wasn't gonna be put through hell for someone who I barely believe exist. I'm already going through that because of the fight with Mia, I'm not intending for that to be added.

Along with everyone else I rushed, yet with several people rushing out that meant that there was a clutter of people trying to get out at once. I got squashed into people as they tried to escape.

"..8, 7, 6…" Dimitri continued on which only caused my panic among the drunken student body. Eventually I started noticing that I was getting pushed back more than I was getting towards the door. People were shoving, people were tripping because they couldn't get out. "4,3,2"

I fell face first on the cold tile floor as someone behind me rushed past, stepping on my ankle with their heels. I cursed several profanities then. "1" Dimitri said and the rest of then scurried out leaving me alone in the kitchen. I looked down at my ankle, whoever stepped on it with their fat ass, dug into my skin, leaving a large gash on my ankle, along with it hurting like hell.

"Dammit." I cursed as I looked at my ankle.

"That's everyone." I heard someone say with a heavy Russian accent, maybe Dimitri's friend. "I'm not surprised Viktoria did this, you know what they say, old habits die hard."

"Good god, I thought that Viktoria was moving forward. Ma sent her here so she wouldn't be tempted. Man, I might have to send her back for this."

"Good! She deserves to be in that hellhole! Doesn't matter if she was hyped up or not, not everyone got second chances due to her being ignorant!"

"Ivan, calm down." Dimitri said. "It's in the past, nothing we can do now. Can you check in the rooms to make sure no one's left, also make sure no drugs are around. I'm gonna go clean up."

I heard a grunt in response and soon after I heard footsteps coming near the kitchen. I have to get out.

I stood up, yet my ankle wouldn't quit bitching. "Dammit." The word of the evening. I took off the torture devices I called heels and left them in the kitchen, hell; if they found them they wouldn't automatically assume there mine. I wobbled to a nearby counter, when my phone beeped.

"You hear that?" I heard Dimitri ask.

"That beep?" Ivan responded.

My phone beeped again. "Shit." I said and took it out of my pocket and looked down on the little white screen. It was a text from Lissa.

'Where r u?' It read. I quickly texted back.

'Stuck in the lair.' I received a response immediately.

'R u hiding?' I shook my head, where else would I be doing? Going out in the open and showing myself?

'Yes' I texted.

"Who do we have here?" I heard a voice asked. I quickly look up to see Ivan. He had his arms crossed over his chest and stared me down like I was some sort of rodent. Probably how he viewed all teenagers, considering how he talked about Viktoria.

"Uhm…Rose, sir." I stumbled over. He was Dimitri's friend, Dimitri already doesn't like me, and I don't want to be getting into more trouble by pissing this guy off.

"Rose." He said and tested the name on his tongue. "Hey, Dimitri! You got a student in here by the name of Rose." Why didn't I just tell him my name was…Veronica or something? Why use my real name? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"We have a lot of Rose's at St. Vladimir, it could be anyone." I heard Dimitri say in the distance and then came into the kitchen, his eyes widened when he saw me. "Yet, it had to be you."

"Nice to see you to, Mr. Belikov." I said flatly. Ivan looked between the two of us with one eyebrow raised. Can everyone do that but me?

"Rosemarie-" I cut him off with the wave of my hand.

"I thought we discussed this, call me Rose." He nodded.

"Rose, since you're already in a heaping load of trouble, I'm letting this slide." He said. "Yet I should give you more since you knew this was my house." I considered playing dumb but I wasn't that good of an actress.

"Sorry." I said. Dimitri then turned to Ivan.

"Ivan you can leave now, I'll take it from here." Ivan nodded, looked back at me, and left. I heard the front door close a few moments later.

"Rose, you may leave as well."

I nodded yet Lissa was already gone and my house is like, forty minutes away and that's by driving. I started walking to the door yet the pain in my ankle couldn't be ignored.

"What's wrong with your ankle?" He asked and stepped closed and bent down to look at my ankle.

"Some fat assed person stepped on it with their overly tall heels." I explained. "I think it's sprained, and I need a Band-Aid." I explained and looked at the wound on it. Dimitri stood up, towering over me.

"I have a first aid kit upstairs, can you walk?" I shake my head. I knew I could probably manage, it'll hurt like a bitch, yet I wouldn't die of pain. Dimitri looked conflicted for a moment before, without warning, picked me up bridal style in his arms.

To say I wasn't flustered would be a damn lie.

"Hold on." He said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, yet I didn't press myself against Dimitri, like I would have done. I was already walking on thin ice. He carried up to the second floor bathroom which was pretty spacious, much like the rest of the house. He laid me on the counter, where the sink was. He bent down and retrieved a small box with a red cross on it.

He pulled out some bandages and some alcohol wipes. He was silent and gentle when he dressed and fixed my wound. Those beautiful hands, which were so strong, could be so gentle. He wipes some dried blood away and put a small fabric square on my wound.

"You should stay off that ankle." He said, like something a doctor would say.

"Well I can't unless you intend to carry me home." I said which wasn't such a bad idea. Wait, I have an idea, yet it's a long shot.

"Can I stay here?" I asked. "Just for tonight." I quickly added when I saw Dimitri's face.

"I don't think so, Rose." Dimitri said. "Why can't you go home?" He asked.

"Well me and my mom had this big argument; she said if I leave I can't come back. Lissa can't take me because are having some business thing, and no way am I going to Christian's stupid ass's house or the Barbie dolls dream houses!" He cocked his eye brow.

"Maybe you should talk to your mom, fix things. Avoiding her isn't gonna help." He said sounding like some old Zen master.

"You don't know my mom." I said. "She keeps grudges and promises. I think letting her calm down for one night will smooth things out." Dimitri seemed to think about this for a second and the moment before he said anything, I knew I was in.

"Fine, you can stay."