I'm back! Okay, I have a little AUTHOR'S NOTE; so I would appreciate if you read it.
Firstly, Thank you to very amazing and supportive beta; Alkerr, who is also the beta for my other story. She has an outstanding talent and I am so lucky to have her help me improve my writing. Thank you very much!
Secondly, Thank you so so so much to my readers and reviewers! You are so inspiring!
Thirdly (I know, I said a little author's note but anyway), Thank you to the people who reviewed my other story! You're amazing too! I was atounded at how many review I got! Thank you. You're probably wondering why I don't review when I update but I most likely won't update untill tomorrow, tonight at the earliest.
Okay, enough of the mooshy thankyou's (I hope I'm not going soft ;) ) and on with the story.
I hope you all like it as you are mad at Dimitri. I'm mad at Dimitri too! Hopefully this will have you cheering Rose on and 'Boo'ing' Dimitri. ;)
Enjoyyy...
Previously...
Off to Stanny's class, I guess.
As I sat in class, effortlessly drowning out Stan's boring speech – after much practise, may I add- I thought about my life.
I had a guy and his crazy assed sister on my tail, trying to end a hundred year long fight, Dimitri unknowingly held my heart in his hands yet I didn't hold his, and that hurt.
Not to mention that I had been training my ass off, attempting to be prepared for the inevitable fight on the way.
My thoughts trailed off as I focused my short term attention on the ticking clock. It was completely ridiculous how long the seconds took to pass.
Stealing a quick glance around the classroom at all the students, I noticed Eddie on my right, asleep and snoring softly. I'm surprised Satan—I mean Stan—hadn't noticed.
I 'accidently' knocked my pen off my desk and bent down to pick it up, swiftly kicking Eddie on knee on my way back up. He abruptly shot up with "I'm awake, I'm awake."
I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach as it shook violently. A few people around chuckled or giggled, while the rest of the class looked kind of scared. Eddie wiped his hand over his mouth to stop his own laugh erupting. I snuck a glance at him from the corner of my eye and saw his face had turned a bright red from his silent laughter.
"Miss Hathaway! Mr. Castile! What is so funny, that you had to interrupt my class?" Stan asked when he finally noticed us. His chest was rising up and down from his furious breathing and his nostrils flared.
The class simultaneously sat up straight, waiting expectantly for my or Eddie's response, most likely thrilled to finely have some action in this useless class.
Eddie nodded to me, as if to say 'your turn'.
"Your face is pretty hilarious, but you must know that. God, I think I'd die if I had to see that every morning when I looked in the mirror." I smiled innocently, crossing my legs and arms in a smug nature.
"Excuse me!" He said in complete outrage.
"Oh, you're excused." I smirked as the class broke into laughter.
His mouth flew open and he gaped like a fish. I hi-fived Eddie and turned back to the front of the room.
Stan sighed and pointed to the door. I didn't move.
"Leave, Miss. Hathaway."
I shook my head and remained stoic, the only evidence of my self-satisfaction was the smirk on my face and the twinkle in my eyes.
What about dad's warning... I thought. Shit. He said he would send me to woop woop if I misbehaved.
When I looked back at Eddie, distress evident on my face, I tried to portray to him what I was thinking. As always, he understood. Eddie's need to look after me tromped over his desire to be a great guardian and get good grades. It sounded selfish, but I'm so glad that he had my back.
"Hey Stan, did you wake up like that or did your mum's abortion stuff up that bad?" Eddie questioned with a smirk. His exterior expressed a badass attitude, but I knew him too well. He was scared of the consequences.
Stan's mouth popped back open, not expecting Eddie to say such a thing. It was pretty funny though. Incredibly funny actually.
It was silent for about two seconds until, suddenly, every single peer broke out into un-controllable laughter. A bubbly feeling appeared in my chest as I remembered that this was how Eddie was before...Mason's death.
Another voice rose from Eddie's audience.
"Abortion, definitely the abortion. Well, either that or she had a bit too much to drink on the night he was conceived." A new voice spoke to Eddie.
I straightened my back from its previously slouched position to face this stranger. His blonde hair was his first striking feature, his brown eyes the next. He glanced in my direction, as if feeling my eyes on his shoulder. His brown orbs gazed into mine, giving me a wink.
He turned back to Stan and tapped his foot waiting for a snappy response. I myself was pretty speechless; this guy had never spoken up in class before.
"Castile, Donovan, Out of my class room now!" Stan shouted, sending a chill through half the class' spines. Not mine though. I've lived with Abe Mazur.
The two men walked—more like strutted—out of the classroom. Once they were out you could hear the sound of their voices praising each other. I chuckled, but stopped when Stan's eyes landed on mine. Fuck, mum better get those flight tickets ready.
As if some higher authority disagreed with Stan's punishment and thought I'd gone through enough pain, the class bell ran, signalling the end of Period 1.
I scraped up my books and sprinted out of the class room. My loyal peers made a guard, effectively blocking Stan from reaching me. I mentally thanked them, though I'd have to physically do that later.
I was running down the hall, blocking Stan's shouts and chuckling to myself. I was so focused on getting away that I didn't notice Lissa standing in my path.
I struggled to stop my adrenaline-filled legs and stopped about two centimetres away from the petite girl.
"Dimitri told me." She stated, disappointed. Damn, I forgot Dimitri was in that class. It was actually kind of scary how stoic and un-emotional her face was. Her voice was bland but had a sharp edge to it.
How the hell word got to her so quickly was beyond me.
"How the fu—"
"Never mind how I know," She looked around cautiously at the crowd of people rushing to get to their next class. Lissa pulled me into an empty classroom by my shirt sleeve, almost ripping the thin fabric with her strong grip. "I'm more worried about how you don't care that you could be sent away! Don't you think of others, or are you always this selfish?"
I had no time to react because almost as soon as she said it, she started apologising. She looked so stressed and exhausted.
I calmly told her that it was okay, though I was still hurt.
"It's just that Adrian and I have been practising Spirit after school for the past few days, and it's made me really tired, therefore it's cause of my bad mood. Oh, that reminds me, your dad asked me to tell you that you, me, Mia, Adrian, Christian and Tasha get the rest of the day off to practise magic."
Kirova agreed, as Lissa informed me, though she wasn't happy.
Never argue with Abe Mazur, I thought, or you'll fall into some trouble. She knew from past experiences apparently. God I hated when my father was so mysterious. He probably knew I'd be a bitch and blackmail her, though.
"'Kay, I'll just go grab some workout clothes and I'll meet you in the gym?" I asked her and she replied with a nod.
Slowly my eyes travelled up and down Lissa body, taking in her attire. It was rather warm outside so she was wearing black leggings and a navy blue summer dress. Her hair was wavy and elegant, so unlike my sports shorts and tank top. My hair was also pulled into a messy bun on the top of my head—very lady-like indeed.
I headed back to dorm room after a quick goodbye to my best friend.
I thought deeply about what she had said. She was tired from training with Adrian, but then why didn't the other Moroi become that tired after they trained? And why was she so grumpy even if she is really tired.
Also, what caused such dark emotions to explode inside of me and caused such negative thoughts this morning?
Xx
I strutted into the gym and almost turned right back around when I noticed Dimitri. I groaned and went to the other side of the gym but he caught up with me.
"Roza, please listen to me. I have to explain." I shot around to face him, an evil glint in my eye and my expression hard.
"Okay, firstly; I have no idea what the hell that means—"
"It's your name in Russian."
"Yeah, whatever. Secondly, we seemed fine and then like ten minutes before we had to go see Tasha you started acting like a dick! I don't understand!" I exclaimed.
Tasha flipped her head up to look at us, disbelief showing on her face. Christian—who she had been talking to—also looked up at us.
Dimitri gripped my arm and pulled me into the supply closet and shut the door. Maybe it was just me, but it was feeling extremely hot in there.
"I love you for goodness sake Rose! But I'd been dating Tasha for two years before she went and cheated on me! That's not something you get over very easily! Are you still over Mason?" He bellowed.
"You...you love me?" Oh my god.
He nodded and took a step forward, causing me to take a step back. "Answer the question, Rose."
"Well, of course not but—"
"So it's no different! You just have to be patient with me, I can't control my feelings!"
"Mason died! Of course I'm not over him!" I practically screamed. "And you should know me by now, I'm never patient." My voice was softer now but still held a strong amount of pain.
His voice was quiet now too, "I'm almost over her, but you must know how I feel."
"If you really loved me, then why is it so hard to get over Tasha? I'm suffocating here Dimitri!"
He grabbed my head fast—but still gently in his hands, crashing our lips together. Like the very first time we kissed, explosives were lit inside my head. Just his presence made me forget the outside world. Focus Rose!
I pushed him away, trying to get my rapid breathing under some sort of control. My back hit a table and I leant against it, not removing my eyes from his. Dimitri took a step back too, a small smile on his gorgeous face.
"If I didn't love you; I wouldn't feel that." He explained. My eyes narrowed as if challenging him. "I do love you Rose, I'm just—"
"Going through your period."
We both burst out laughing, not moving from our spot in the room, but not needing to.
"You haven't said it back, yet." He spoke gently. His brown orbs watched my indecision as his hands fidgeted nervously.
"Do you love Tasha?" I inquired, needing to know. And when he replied there was absolutely no hesitation.
"No."
"But I've seen the way you look at her, and she's so beautiful and you've known her for so long! Not to mention—"
"She cheated on me, she can't understand me the way you do and her beauty is no match for yours." Ugh! This man would be the death of me!
"Would you choose me over her?"
"Always."
I thought it over. I thought about the agonising torture he has put me through, and I weighed my options. I could forgive him and give him a chance to break my heart again, or walk out right now.
"Good for you then."
And that's when I walked out, not looking back.
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