"Hey Adrian," I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and his face lit up.
"Give me a ride?" I asked uneasily.
"Sure, where's Belikov?" he asked.
I shrugged, acting like I didn't care, but that was a lie.
"Sucking face with Tasha," I said nonchalantly.
He raised an eye brow at me.
"If I didn't know better I would say your jealous Little Cheerleader."
I snorted.
"That's crazy Adrian, and you know it," I answered looking out the window. He didn't say anything and drove in silence.
"Thanks," I said getting out of the car and shutting the door.
"No problem," he answered and left.
I sat on the couch waiting for Dimitri to get back and when he did he smelled like her. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"This is how you want to make things work?" I snapped, it was past nine.
"What ever do you mean?" I rolled my eyes, my anger boiling.
"You want to makes things work between us, but you don't take anything seriously Dimitri... We're having a kid, you know my health isn't at its best and you just leave? What would have happened if something bad had happened? What's going to happen in a few months when I'm ready to give birth and you're not here?"
He didn't say anything and I walked into my room, slamming my door.
I laid in my bed hugging my stomach.
This baby might not have its dad, but it's going to have its mom.
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"When's your ultrasound?" my mom asked over breakfast on Saturday morning.
"This Monday," I said.
"Is Dimitri going?" we both turned around to watch Dimitri playing some game.
"Dimitri," I called out, he didn't even glance back.
"Dimitri," I said louder, still nothing.
"Dimitri," I said getting up, with a struggle.
At five months it was getting harder to move around. I walked behind him and slapped him in the back of his head.
"Dimitri!" I yelled right in his ear. He jumped like a mile in the couch.
"What?" he said dropping the game control.
"Ultrasound Monday, you coming?" I asked.
"Duh," he answered.
I walked back to my mom who was laughing.
"Is it always like this?" she asked.
I shrugged, "Yep," ever since I had that talk with him 3 weeks ago, he has changed. He's more responsible, but it doesn't mean we don't fight.
"Hey Dimitri," I called while my mom was washing the dishes.
"What up?"
"Mind going to Wal-Mart?" I asked.
"What for?" he asked, but he was putting the Xbox back in its place.
I smirked.
"Hair dye," I answered.
My hair was still blonde, my roots showing very much.
He laughed to himself, remembering my misery.
I threw a fake apple at his head, hitting him in the forehead.
"Score!" I yelled.
My mother came from the kitchen to see what happened but he was already gone.
"I hit him in the head with the fake apple," I said shrugging.
She shook her.
"Rose, Rose," she said and helped me clean around.
I giggled to myself.
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"Ready?" he asked me, putting my bag over his shoulder.
"Yeah, let's go see our kid," he grinned and we started walking.
We came to the football filed, where they were practicing along with the cheerleaders.
Tasha had taken back my place as team captain.
"Shit," Dimitri muttered.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I forgot to turn in my assignment for History..."
"Go ahead, I'll wait for you here," I said with a small smile.
"You sure?" he asked.
"What can happen Dimitri, go ahead," he hesitated once, but turned around and ran back into the school building.
"I won't take long, wait for me in the parking lot," he said giving me the keys to his car.
"Don't do anything to it," he warned. I rolled my eyes and watched him enter the building.
Meanwhile I debated whether to make a run for it and go to the car or wait for Dimitri.
I decided to go ahead and walk to the car... across the football field.
Damn.
Tasha sees me and smirks. I try walking faster, but I can't with my stomach.
"Give and S-S Give an L-L give me a U-U give me a T-T, what does that spell?"
"Slut!" they all answered.
"Are you talking about yourself?" Vikktoria stood up for me. I gave her a thanks and kept on walking.
The tears already out.
This pregnancy had brought nothing but bad news. I was a respected cheerleader, everyone looked up to me, everyone wanted to be me, and now?
Now, they all hated me.
I didn't even have my cheering.
The tears blurred my eye sight and I didn't see the tree branch in front of me.
Right before My body hit the floor, a pair of strong arms caught me, sending electrical jolts through my body.
I knew those hands.
I'd felt them touch my body...
And... Gross. I pushed that memory into the back of my head.
"Hey careful there," his Russian accent much more heavy now, just like that night...
I buried my head in his chest, sobbing.
Damn these hormones.
He tentatively put his hands on my back and held me there. Eventually he led me to the car and I wiped away my tears.
"Sorry," I mutter.
"You don't have to be," he whispered his voice soft. He turned the radio on and put a CD on, searching for a song until he found it.
Oh-Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh-Oh
You might lose your faith in science
You might lose your faith in wealth
You might lose your faith in Jesus, oh
Or lose faith in yourself
We stared into each other's eyes, listening to the song.
But when I let you down
Look past your doubt
Just please (please)
Don't lose your faith in me
He brought his face closer to mine, and we were only inches away from each other.
You could lose your faith in music
Or lose your faith in friends
You could lose your faith in freedom
Feel trapped in your own skin
But I'll be right there beside you
(I'll be right there beside you)
When the walls are cavin' in
(I swear oh I'm not going anywhere)
I could smell his aftershave and it overwhelmed me.
But when I let you down
Look past your doubt
Just please (please)
Don't lose your faith in me
Please (please)
Don't lose your faith in me
We leaned in closer to each other, our forehead's touching.
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
I'm not going anywhere
Oh-oh-oh
I'm not going anywhere
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I remember the way my name rolled off his tongue, the way he called me "Roza."
How he worshiped my body.
I cleared my mind of those thoughts.
Instead I focused on his brown eyes and the song.
But when I let you down
Look past your doubt
Just please (please)
Don't lose your faith in me
Please (please)
Don't lose your faith in me
(I'm not going anywhere)
"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, before he crushed his lips to mine.
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Ha cliffhanger.
I don't own the song... Its by Taking Back Sunday 'Faith'.
My friend gave it to me to listen, after a fight we had... It made me cry and he laughed at me :O lol
Anyways the Tasha and football field was Vampire academyy's idea.
Thxz. and review.