Chapter 10: My Father the Pimp

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RPOV

"Fuck my Life!" I shouted into my pillow before chucking it at the wall. It landed without making a sound which didn't do anything to ease my frustration. I didn't see Dimitri the next day. Lissa and Mia had apologized and I'd ruefully accepted when they offered to take me to Swizzle's for waffles.

I was going to stay at Lissa's Saturday too, but I just wasn't feeling up to being the odd man out yet again and declined my brother's offer to take me with him when he left.

"Are you feeling okay?" my father asked. "You never want to miss out on a chance to stay with Lissa." He furrowed his eyebrows at me in concern.

"I'm okay, just not feeling up to socializing tonight," I told him. I also wasn't up for seeing Dimitri go on yet another date with another girl while I sat alone pining away for him.

"Tired of being the third wheel so to speak?" he observed. I looked down at the floor.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked embarrassed that my own father knew what a loser I was.

"Chin up Rosie, how about we hit the movies and see something your mother would hate. I hear the new Transformer's movie is all action. We can hit the ice cream parlor on the way home," he said. Oh brother now I was so pathetic my own father felt sorry for me. But hey it was the only offer I had so why not. Besides, I liked spending time with my dad.

I shrugged. "Okay."

We saw the four o'clock show and it was pretty damn good if you asked me. Dad even let me get snow caps.

"You were right. Mom would have hated it," I laughed as we exited the theater.

"Hey there Little Cupcake, Mr. Ozera," greeted none other than the mysterious Adrian Ivashkov. He was standing against the side of the building. I could see him putting out a freshly lit cigarette with the tip of his expensive shoe.

"Adrian," I greeted.

"Ah you two must know each other from school," my father said.

"We met at Lissa's pool party a few weeks ago," Adrian said. "It's nice to meet Rose's father in a non school capacity," he said extending his hand for my father to shake. Well if he isn't the picture of politeness, I thought rolling my eyes.

"You're Tatiana Ivashkov's nephew right?" my father asked shaking his hand.

"That I am. My dear old Auntie is letting me stay with her so I can finish up my studies."

A devious look came over my father's face. "You know what Rosie, I'm not feeling the whole ice cream thing. I just realized I have a ton of papers to grade. Maybe you and Adrian would like to go without me and you know discuss the movie." My eyes widened as he winked at me pressing a ten dollar bill into my hand.

"You've got a car right son?" he asked.

"Yes sir, I can get her home."

"Good, curfew's at eleven," he called already halfway to the car.

I could not believe what just happened. My father had tried to set me up on a date. Now I really did feel like a loser.

"Well then, we should really be getting to that ice cream parlor Little Cupcake," Adrian said taking my arm and leading me with my mouth still agape towards the shop.

"That was humiliating," I muttered putting my head in my hands as we slid into a booth at Cupid's.

"Nah, I think it was sweet. I watched you guys at the movie. You're the picture of the perfect father and daughter." A far away took up residence in his eyes for a few seconds and then it was gone. I might have even imagined it.

"What are you a stalker? Why were you at the movies alone?"

"Well let me see, it might be because I'm new in town, or because I'm a loner or because my girlfriend is halfway across the world. Or it could be that I'm a self destructive narcissist that tends to alienate himself from most of what society deems the "normal" people."

"Well that explains why you and I keep finding each other."

"That and I find your company tolerable. You know you're the first girl I've met here who hasn't tried to hit on me."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "It must suck to be you."

"Well like I said I'm spoken for," he said with a smirk.

"So let me guess, you're out with your father on a Saturday night because you don't want to think about Belikov being out with his slut of the week."

"What do I have loser stamped on my forehead? How is it that everyone can read me so easily?" I huffed.

"I'm just good at reading people is all. Plus, word's gotten around that he's the new school man whore," he said taking out one of his clove cigarettes.

"Yea, well who needs him anyways."
"At a girl," he said. "Now let's order us up some heart attack in the shape of a banana split shall we?" I giggled.

"You're not so bad Ivashkov," I told him.

"You either Little Cupcake," he said.

Our banana splits arrived just as Adrian was showing me how to balance the napkin holder on his forehead. He really was a hoot.

I had taken about two bites when I noticed that instead of eating his banana split he was making crude art with the bananas.

"What are you doing? I laughed at the look of intense concentration on his face, his lit cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth.

"Wait, I almost have it," he said. "There, finished," he said looking up at me.

"You're sick you know that," I said as we both busted into fits of laughter.

"Uh oh, Russian at three o' clock," he muttered straightening up in his booth.

"What? Where?" I hissed. He pointed as non chalantly as he could behind me.

"Don't worry I've got your back," he said. "Just relax and act like you're having a good time."

Relax was he kidding me? I couldn't relax. My heart was racing at the thought of Dimitri being here let alone when I caught a glimpse of him as he walked past our booth not noticing me of course with Dawn Jacobs trailing behind him.

"I'll have to tell you, the man has odd taste in women," Adrian said finally taking a bite of his sundae. I wanted to become invisible at this very moment. I looked like crap in my brother's old Nine Inch Nails t-shirt and baggy jeans.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked figuring I might as well enjoy my ice cream before it melted. So what if he saw me here with Adrian. Maybe he'd be jealous. Yeah right, but a girl could hope right?

"It's just that the girls he's asking out are all particularly sad and slightly off beat. He doesn't go for the usual obvious beauty, like you," he said giving me the once over.

"I'm hardly beautiful," I snorted. "Look at me. I'm a total mess."

"Nah, you're definitely beautiful. Where are you from anyways?"

"Uh Astoria?" I said looking at him quizzically while ignoring his compliment.

"I meant your ancestors. You're too dark to be from around here originally."

I shrugged. My dad says I've got my grandmother's Italian complection.

"You're as Italian as I am cupcake," he snorted. I wondered what he meant by that.

"Did you notice how he has a type?" he asked changing the subject before I could ask him what he meant by that.

"What do you mean?"
"Dark hair and dark eyes, slightly tanned skin tone. He never goes for the obvious blondes with big jugs."

"You're a pig you know that?"

"Hey I'm not the one sampling thirty-one flavors each month," he said licking his spoon. He did have a point there.

I saw the minute Dimitri noticed I was there. He smiled at me for a second before noticing Adrian. His face fell and his mood darkened and he gripped his shake cup tightly. So tightly in fact that it exploded all over the table and all over his date.

"Oh my God,"Dawn screeched as his chocolate milkshake went spraying all over her too tight white shirt.

I couldn't help but let out a fit of giggles.

"What's going on? I can't see anything!" Adrian hissed."

"He just spilled his milkshake all over her."

He snickered. "Karma's a bitch."

"You want to get out of here?" he asked.

"What do you mean? Where would we go?"

"Just trust me," he said throwing a twenty on the table and rising from his seat. Dimitri was frantically trying to wipe the milkshake off the table and Dawn had scampered off to the bathroom to clean up her surely ruined top. It almost looked like she was going to cry. Aww poor baby, I thought.

As I stood up, Adrian slung his arm around my shoulder.

"Let's go somewhere a little more private shall we?" he asked rather loudly.

"Nice mess," he commented smirking as we passed Dimitri's table purposely using the back door to taunt him.

"Yea, you're real smooth Comrade, You sure know how to show a girl a good time," I teased allowing Adrian to pull me into his side. Dimitri's hands clenched into fists. The look on his face was murderous as we left him there glaring after us.

Once we were outside Adrian removed his arm from around my shoulder.

"That was mean," I told him.

He shrugged lighting up another cigarette. "He's been asking for it for weeks, besides we just proved his interest in you. He so wants to rip out my entrails right now."

"So where are we going?" I asked curiously.

"How competitive are you?" he asked.

"Extremely," I responded.

"Good," he said as he led me into the arcade down the block. We ended up playing games until around ten-thirty.

"So how was our first fake date?" he asked pulling up in front of my house.

"Not too shabby. I actually had a lot of fun."

"Well call me if you ever want to make the Russian jealous again," he said winking as he programmed his number into my phone.

"I'll keep that in mind," I told him.

"Goodnight Little Cupcake," he said.

"Goonight, and thanks," I told him.

Adrian was nice and I truly did have a good time. He was attractive don't get me wrong, but I just didn't feel that way about him. Not because he had a girlfriend, but because he was kind of the goofy older brother type. I felt really comfortable around him, like I could tell him anything. Maybe that was what I needed, a friend without benefits.

"So how was your ice cream?" Dad asked as I closed the front door behind me.

"You could have been a little more subtle about pimping me out," I grumbled.

"Aww come on. He's nice. Didn't you have any fun?"

"Yeah, we had fun," I told him running up the stairs to my room not wanting to endure a long agonizing conversation about my non date with my father. I flipped on the computer and opened my facebook page. I took another look at Dimitri's page. He only had twenty-three friends. I thought about friending him, but quickly decided against it.

"Take that you cheeky womanizing bastard," I grunted clicking off his page. I then searched for Adrian. He was easy to find and had even fewer friends than Dimitri. I clicked add as friend and a few minutes later while I was checking my messages he confirmed me. I guess I really had made a friend after all.

So what are we thinking about Adrian and how did you like Dimitri's reaction? Please review=)