A/N - Thanks for the positive feedback, guys. But, y'all aren't very good at poems. D: Anyways, here's the next chapter.

"Well, I dare you and Rose to go to the room she's staying at, and practically make out with Rose in front of her mom. You'll be lucky if she doesn't kick your ass."

Dimitri's face paled tremendously.

I shouted, "Are you trying to get him killed!"

Eddie shrugged, "Hey, she's your mom. Use your lack of persuasion skills."

"Fine, but only one other person comes with us to prove that we did it. If we all go, my mom is going to know that something is up."

"Fine," Eddie said. "I'm going with you guys, then."

"I disagree. Dhampirs protect Moroi. If there's a Moroi with us, she probably won't get so mad, maybe."

"That logic is fucking retarded. She's just going to avoid the Moroi and beat the shit out of you guys. I'm going with you."

I groaned, standing up. No point in arguing. I led the two guys to where I knew my mother would be staying. We walked past the unconscious Stan Alto that was handcuffed to the door knob. Eddie chuckled to himself, watching him.

"Stop staring at his cock already, Eddie! You two can fuck each other later or whatever!" I hissed at the stopped Eddie.

He looked at me with gigantic eyes, and said a little too loudly, "I'm not gay!"

Stan stirred a little bit, and I groaned, stomping towards Eddie and him. I looked around, and saw a fire extinguisher about two yards away. I opened the thing, and removed the extinguisher. About a second or two before Stan opened his eyes, I smashed his head with the red fire extinguisher. Stan went out like a light. Again. For fun, I kicked him in the gut, and I was about to hit him again, but Dimitri dragged me away. Either way, it would sucks balls to be Stan.

We passed about ten more doors, before we reached the door that had a sign that read, 'Janine Hathaway'. I didn't bother knocking. That would totally ruin the element of surprise and mess this up majorly. Something I didn't need.

Sighing, I turned the knob, and entered the room. I heard the water running in the bathroom. Perfect. I pulled Dimitri in the room, and pushed him to a sitting position on my mom's bed. I kissed him, and he obliged to kissing me back. We made-out for a while, and heard the bathroom door open. I shuddered a little bit, but continued kissing Dimitri, who seemed a little more hesitant in our kissing.

Janine Hathaway let out a choked kind of sound, before she yelled out, "Rosemarie Hathaway!"

That's when Dimitri and I broke apart. My mom came storming towards us, and slapped Dimitri, who winced. "Guardian Belikov," my mother growled, "what the hell do you're doing with my daughter?" Then, my mother punched him in the face.

Dimitri quickly retaliated, and avoided a punch my mother threw at him. However, he didn't hit her. He just danced around her fierce kicks and punches. However, she feinted a kick, but threw a punch, which caught him off guard. She grabbed his arm, and twisted it, before pinning him to the ground.

"Answer the damned question," She hissed with a pissed off tone.

I cut in, "Mom, chill out. It's not like I'm throwing myself at every Moroi I see, and have sex involving blood with them! I'm not a blood-whore!"

My mother kneed Dimitri in the groin, and banged his head against the carpet, so he would be passed out for a couple of minutes. My ginger mother then went over to me, and yanked my hair.

"Well, you're still acting like a little slut, making out with a man that is supposed to be your teacher!"

I aimed a punch at my mom, but she easily avoided it. I stood up, and the memory of our boxing session came to mind.

"Don't call me a slut! I'm probably the only person in my fucking class that hasn't had sex yet! And, unlike you, I wasn't a blood whore! That's how I came up. You let a Moroi-"

My mother cut off my words by kicking me in the stomach. "Don't you dare talk about me in that manner!"

Instead of replying, I punched my mom, my aim hitting my target. Janine stumbled for a couple of seconds, before sending a series of kicks and punches at me. I backed up, blocking them. I now understood why people called my mom a badass. She had some fucking major skills when it came to combat.

Dimitri stirred, and stood up. He saw my mother trying to annihilate me, and he stood up quickly. However, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him awaken, and she sent a kick at him. This time, though, he caught her leg and sent her flying against the wall.

"Damn!" I yelled. "For fuck's sake, chill out! Think of the bright side. Instead of sucking a bunch of chodes, I'm with a man who could protect me and highly respects me!"

She stayed silent when I mentioned chodes, I noticed. But, after a long pause, she said tiredly, "He's seven years older than you, Rose!"

Deciding to be a snarky bitch, I said, "I notice you didn't mention anything about me throwing myself on my knees and sucking chodes. Please tell me that my dad didn't have a dick that's wider than it is long!"

Judging from the look she gave me, I guess that he did.

"Wow, he must of had drank half of your blood in order for you to let him fuck you. I mean, riding him like a horse was probably all awkward..."

"Rose, get out," my mother sighed.

I happily obliged, and left without looking back. Dimitri, however, apologized profusely. What a kiss-butt.

Shaking my head, I met up with a pacing Eddie. He immediately said, "I was wondering what was happening. In fact, I was going to bust in there any minute... Where's Belikov?"

He soon found his answer when Dimitri walked out of my mom's guest room about five seconds later. Quietly, we headed back to Lissa's dorm room.

Christian smirked, "So, how did it go?"

I flicked him off, ignoring him.

Groaning, Dimitri asked, "Lissa, truth or dare?"

"Truth," she squeaked.

Acting more like my age, Dimitri asked, "How many shots of tequila can you drink without passing out?"

Lissa looked at me, knowing that I would have some idea, as I would last longer with the liquor consumption. I frowned, and told her, "Three."

Adrian snorted, "Three? That's pretty lame, Lissa, considering the fact that I can down seven shots, and probably still not be completely hammered!"

Lissa blushed, "Unlike you, I don't consume a gazillion different alcoholic substances every day!"

"Yeah, Adrian. She isn't an alcoholic. It's probably more alcohol than Mia can drink. And, I bet I can drink more shots than you."

"Okay then. We're going to have to see about that."

"Later, though. I don't want to throw up right now," I said. Adrian huffed, but agreed reluctantly.

Lissa loudly asked, "Eddie, truth or dare?"

"Dare," was his answer.

"I dare you to walk outside my dorm, and to the first person you see, and start saying why you two can no longer continue dating and that kind of shit."

"That will be easy," Eddie said, standing up.

"Don't get too conceited!" Mia shouted.

I followed Eddie, telling everybody to remain seated and that I would tell them if Eddie pussied out or whatever.

The hallway was currently deserted, except for us. Groaning, Eddie decided to wait a few minutes to see if anybody would come along. We were about to walk into a different corridor, when a janitor entered the hallway from the opposite direction. I recognized him as Shane Whitmer. He had shaggy, long hair and tan skin, as he was a Dhampir.

Eddie cursed under his breath, and walked to the janitor. "Hey, Albert." Obviously, he didn't know the dude's name. "As much as I love the handjobs, blowjobs, and kisses, I'm sorry, but I just don't love you anymore. Seriously, you don't know how much my heart shattered when I saw you with Guardian Jean. I think we should see other people. We should just move on, I'm sorry, Albert."

Shane clenched his fists, "Is this some sort of joke, punk? Just because I'm the janitor!"

Eddie's face paled a little bit, and he backed away from the angry man. His back hit the wall. Shane advanced towards him, and punched the wall, less than an inch away from Eddie's ear.

"Holy shit! I didn't mean it! Don't kill me! I'm too young to die!" Shane tried punching Eddie again, but Eddie sprinted towards the door, which I was casually standing by.

Eddie ran into the room, screaming, "SCARY MAN! I THINK HE HAS A HIDDEN CHAINSAW SOMEWHERE!" Shaking my head, I followed him, and shut the door as soon as Shane was in front of it. He kept pounding angrily on the wooden door.

"You fucking baby!" I laughed a little bit.

"Rose, get rid of him!"

"Why? So, I have the death of a janitor to deal with?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever! Just exterminate the motherfucker!"

Rolling my eyes, I opened the door, and Shane burst in. Before he could reach Eddie Castile, I punched him right in the face. His nose started bleeding a little bit, but he didn't seem to notice. Before he could fight back, I kicked him in the shin. He yelled out in pain, and I grabbed his elbow, and started twisting his arm so it was bent in a very awkward angle. I then started spinning him around, before tossing him at the wall, where he fell unconscious.

My group of friends stared in awe, so I said, "What? That wasn't even a challenge!"

Lissa flipped her hair over one shoulder, and said, "Still. That was incredible!"

"Whatever. I closed the door, before sitting on the couch. Eddie hopped up, and sat on my lap, thanking me for getting rid of the pedophile looking guy. I pushed him off my lap, and he shouted, "OW! MY ASS!"

Yep, so that was the chapter. I hope it was good. Anyways, I'm gonna start working on a Mia/Rose smut fanfic, in case y'all would wanna read it. Once I have it up, and you like it, you can send me requests of couples you may wanna see, and I'll try writing a story. Keyword - Try. And, personally, I like femslash better than slash. Keep that in mind.

Questions. Yes, plural.
1. Do you watch the show Glee? (I'm such a major Gleek. xD)
2. How do you know when you're in love?
3. Any particular dares you may wanna see?
4. Who do you want to win the drinking contest - Rose or Adrian?

And, sorry for so many questions. Just felt curious and junk today.