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RPOV

We pulled up out the front of Mason's grand house, a family heirloom in its own right, Lissa turning her engine off. She'd only agreed to take me if I went easy on him. Sunlight glinted off her engagement ring as she gripped her door handle, reminding me harshly of her engagement party and of Dimitri. I had avoided this discussion with Mason then, and I wished I could avoid it now.

"Come on, hurry up." Lissa said, closing her door.

Mason's red brick house was not quite a mansion – but came very close. Its white pillars projected power, which was funny seeing as Mason's father had little. The family was living off of family money now, his business going downhill. Not that anyone knew that outside of Mason's close friend group.

The doctors had agreed Mason had proven strong enough to be watched by nurses at home after the party, when he seemed in much brighter spirits. And really, who could blame him? Nothing drearier than a hospital, it certainly is not the place to promote will and strength.

"Hey Rose!" He smiled from a wheel chair after I knocked three times.

"That was quick." I said, leaning down to peck his cheek.

"Was passing for some juice, come on in." He pushed his wheel chair out of the way as Lissa followed me in.

"How can I help you? You wanted to talk to me about something?" Mason asked as we entered an old style parlour, converted to be a man type den for Mason.

I sat in one of the older leather chairs, sinking deep into its frame. "What do you remember about your… incident?" I decided to phrase it after a moment's hesitation.

"Oh," Mason seemed disappointed that was where the conversation was headed. "Not much, I guess speaking to you beforehand, and then leaving the gates. After that it's a blur." He pulled out a juice box for himself, and offered one to Lissa and I.

I shook my head. "I just… I um, I have a theory."

"Oh no-"

"Wait, wait, and just hear me out, okay?" I said as he sighed heavily. "Zeklos took the hunt way too easily to start with, and then you came out and the grass was absolutely dreadful."

"Rose I was pretty far down the order, and what are you even accusing him of? Oiling the field, come on." Mason said, raising an eyebrow at me. Could everyone do that but me?

"No, well, maybe actually. I hadn't thought of that. But no, that's not the point. I think it's worth getting someone to investigate Mase, you nearly died!"

"You don't have to remind me." He said, chuckling. I had to laugh with him, typical he would take something like damage to his spine so playfully.

"I'm serious Mason."

"No Rose, it's too much. Let's just move on, okay? I know he hurt you, and I hate him as much for that as for hurting me," Something in my chest clenched. "But please don't drag me through this. You don't even have solid evidence."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, the sound of a grandfather clock tick-tocking away in the corner, before I nodded my agreement.

"Promise?" Mason urged.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes.

A knock on the door made me jump, "Excuse me? Mr Ashford?" A voice called from outside the man-cave.

"Oh shit, sorry Rose, I have some physio now, can we talk later?" I nodded yes and ruffled his hair goodbye.

Lissa followed me back out to the car, and I felt a little bad for not including her in the conversation at all.

"I have an idea." I said wiggling my eyebrows.

"Oh no…" She said, dragging her feet in the sandy path to the drive way. "Not a Rosemarie Hathway plan."

"Oh shoosh. Let's go speak to your… fiancé." I fake shuddered at the word and got a slap across the back for it.

"You want what?" Christian asked, looking as bout as mischievous as me.

"I want enough spiders to make Jesse Zeklos wet himself." I said matter of factly, wondering if this might be one of those rare times when I get along with Christian.

"Is that all? How could I say no?" He rubbed his hands together, pulling out his mobile phone and dialling a number. "Contrary to your beliefs Rose, I do not own a million spiders. This man does however."

Lissa looked like an old man in the corner of Christian's room, crumpled over in her seat her head in her hands. "This is such a terrible idea."

"I'm not lighting him on fire Liss."

"I could do that-"

"NO!" Both Lissa and I interrupted him.

"I know it could be worse, but this is still really, really bad." She said, shaking her head.

I shrugged. "But Lissa, don't you remember how scared he looked when that guy with the spiders came to our school? He didn't say a word for hours!" I was getting excited already.

"Don't think I'm helping then." She said, folding her arms across her chest.

"This is so disgusting!" Lissa said as she pulled another lid off of a carton of spiders, screaming a little as she tipped them out, into his locker. His lock couldn't have been easier to unlock, sad really.

So while Lissa went back on what she said about not helping, and Christian helped her pour spiders into his locker, I kept watch from down the hall.

We were nearly done, a truly frightening number of critters in Zeklos' locker, and the suspense was getting unbearable. Only fifteen minutes until the lunch bell would ring, and we would no longer be alone in the hall.

BING BING BING

The sound echoed, and the three of us jumped out of our skins, even if we were tucked behind the door of an empty classroom, conveniently adjacent to Zeklos' locker.

We watched intently as he appeared down one end of the locker, his friends creating a ripple ahead of him, pushing people out of his way as though he was a God reincarnate. The only human form of God I'd ever seen was in Russia.

As he put his key in the lock I held my breath, Christian holding a phone and Lissa holding his hand.

Action. Or, reaction really, as he opened the door and hundreds of spiders crawled out of their hiding spots and out of his locker. He screamed, of course, then came the wailing and soon his pants were visibly wet. I laughed, of course I laughed, as this was simply the most hilarious scene I had ever seen. His friends looked confused, but amused as well, conflicted as whether to laugh or not. After all, he would get them back later if they uttered a sound.

The last instalment in the moderate payback on Jesse Zeklos would be the fainting, and what a bang he made as he hit the floor.

Slipping out of the room, we went our separate ways, promising to meet up after school for some recollecting. I didn't make it all the way to the end of the hall before a hand grabbed my shoulder and Stan's voice said, "Gotcha."

"Seriously?" Abe said, sitting in one of the chairs set out for the parents of a rebellious teenage girl who had been caught scaring the living daylights out of a popular boy. The other chair, for her mother, was empty. "Spiders?" He asked incredulously.

"Sorry Abe, not original enough?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders and looking forward at the certificates on Stan's office wall. At that moment he entered, struggling to cover a smile undoubtedly.

"Rosemarie, Mr Azur." Stan said, nodding at each of us as he sat behind his desk. "I'm sure you understand the severity of this situation Mr Azur, and you may rest assured we here at St Vladimir's will undertake this as fairly as possible."

"Perhaps," My father said slowly, hints of his Turkish accent coming through. "I do not fully grasp the severity of the situation." He used Stan's own words. "Do explain?"

"Well, after the "prank" she pulled," He even used air quotations. "We have few options as to what to do with her." He pulled a cup of coffee to his lips. "Expulsion is top of the list."

My jaw dropped. Expulsion? For putting some spiders in his desk?

"Surely there is another alternative," It wasn't really a question, Abe was positive there was. "Perhaps a suspension? Community service?" The last part was a joke, but no one laughed.

"Humour is all well and good Mr Azur, but this is quite serious. Rosemarie as proved time and time again she is unwilling to be obedient, and rarely follows school code. She shows little improvement, and has pulled a dangerous stunt today." Stan was hiding glee, I knew it.

Abe took a breath in, not showing any signs of stress or anxiety. "She is spirited." He sounded proud, but I could hardly trust my ears. Expulsion?

My phone vibrated in my pocket and, figuring I couldn't get in much more trouble, I pulled it out to check who was messaging me.

Dimitri: Could not sleep. Miss you too much. Love you Roza.

My throat tightened and suddenly the severity of what was happening sunk in.

"I'll get better." I said firmly, looking Stan directly in the eyes. "I'll improve my grades and follow school code, no problem."

He shook his head. "How many times have we heard this? How many more times will we have to hear this?"

Abe spoke up, "Well, I trust her word." He thought for a moment. "Now, I have someone in Russia at the moment, he is strict with Rosemarie and will push her to work hard."

"Dimitri Belikov, I know him of course." Stan said. "How do you propose he could help this situation?"

"I will send her away to him for a while, when they come back if she has met his standard of work and kept up to date with her school work, perhaps we could reconsider this little predicament we're in?" Abe said, and I knew I was definitely hearing things now. Send me off to Dimitri? In Russia?

Stan thought over this for a few minutes, flicking through my files, which looked 5 times as big as the other's on his desk. Apparently deciding it was impossible for me to do it, he nodded. "Okay, if she can met these standards AND keep up, I'll reconsider."

And so ended the best meeting I've ever had when expulsion was on the table.

Abe of course lectured me on the way home about how hard he expected me to work and how this was not a holiday, but an opportunity to redeem myself, blah, blah, blah... Like I was listening!

I jogged out of the car, kissing Abe's cheek in a rare show of affection, and up into my room, closing the door and pulling out my phone.

"Dimitri?" I said loudly into the phone, excitement buzzing through my system like an electric shock.

"Roza? Do you know what time it is?" He said wearily, but still amused as ever at my antics.

"I'm coming over Dimitri! Abe has gone mad and he's sending me to Russia!" I nearly squealed, wanting to cry at the same time. The last week had been awful, I could not see me lasting another four or more.

"I do not understand my darling- oh wait, I'm getting another call. Love you." He said before hanging up on me. I opened my door a creak and listened carefully to downstairs. Sure enough Abe could be heard making plans with Dimitri.

The next morning I woke up after 3 hours sleep, having spent most of night talking to Dimitri. I didn't mind the lack of sleep actually, seeing as I didn't have to go to school (or as Stan had worded it "Do not set foot on the premises") and I still buzzed with excitement. If anyone touched my arm they'd be electrified by the static building around me.

"Rosemarie." Abe said as I sat across from him at the dining room table. I was surprised to see him at all, usually he was in his office or out for business by 7. "Start packing after breakfast, a flight leaves tonight."

"So soon?" I spread some butter across a piece of toast.

He nodded, pulling a newspaper off the table. "Not soon enough."

I laughed, not taking it personally. It's not as though he's Janine. "Fair enough."

I had the day to say goodbyes, Lissa agreed to drop me off at the airport so Pyro was going to tag along.

"I have plans Little Rider." Adrian said, over the phone. "With a girl."

"Stalking doesn't count." I said, packing some jeans into my large red suitcase.

Adrian only laughed, "She's agreed to see me Rose, one date and if she doesn't like me afterwards then I have agreed to respect her space."

"Oh?" Surprised to say the least.

"Yes, I finally wore her down." I could hear his smirk.

"That's what we like us girls, being worn down until we have to say yes." I packed another pair of jeans as I shook my head. "Can't you postpone the date? Or bring her along?"

"Afraid not. Not exactly the most romantic date is it?" Adrian replied.

"Fine, I'll talk to you when I land." I zipped the suit case up.

"Don't let him take advantage of you." He said, actually sounding serious for once. I didn't know how to reply at first, it was such a silly idea. Dimitri is noble, he does things by the book and to his own very high standard. Taking advantage of anyone is just not in his way. I really could only laugh. "Hey, I'm being serious, you'll be in his home ground."

"Yeah, I know. But I trust him, okay?" I said before balancing the phone between my ear and my shoulder. "Anyway, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Of course. Stay safe, no glove no love remember." I could just hear the smirk in his voice again.

"Right back atcha." I shook my head, hanging up.

Flights aren't exactly my favourite past time, but seeing a tall Russian with a duster coat and shoulder length brown hair waiting for me in a foreign airport isn't so bad. I could suffer through obnoxious passengers, claustrophobic spaces, awful food and hours of flying for that smile.

I started to jog towards him, expecting a full scale romantic-cliché running into his arms and being swung around in circles, but was sadly disappointed. My feet were sluggish and he had a crazy eyed look to him, flicking his head at his shoulder a few times before I saw what had his attention.

"Hi, I'm Viktoria. Dimitri's sister." A younger, female, version of Dimtri stood out from where she'd half been covered by his large frame. "Nice to meet you."

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