I finished up the school day on a positive note. I didn't seem to be behind in my classes as they were learning the same thing I was with my school in Vermont, granted it was a different lesson plan but roughly the same. Even though I wasn't the smartest I still understood they were teaching in Calculus and Chemistry, two of my worse subjects. Calculus was with Ms. Karp and Chemistry was with Mr. Alto. I got the impression that he could be a bit stale in his teaching for chemistry but he brough a bit of excitement when he spoke about chemical reactions.

In English they were starting their final essay preparation for the end of the year. It was a six-month long assignment that we were aloud to pair up to finish. We asked questions for each background to find out their cultures. Get to know your partner and write an essay on it. Considering I was late to the party, I was left to my own. I tried to tell Mr. Belikov that I could write about my own culture since I come from both Scottish and Turkish background. Even though he seemed intrigued about it, he denied my request. There seemed to be a compromise of how I had a partner in the end, but partner was a 6-foot 7-inch Russian god that I was attracted to.

I hadn't learned to much with my Business Technology class, it happened to be a sophomore class that wasn't required at my last school. I had taken a freshman class that had gone over most of the things that was going to be taught.

I glanced around my surrounding as I walked down the hallway, I was heading towards the gyms track so I could run several laps around to get my heart rate up before doing some weights to pass the time before heading to bed. It was getting close to lights out, when were supposed to be in bed but I was nowhere near tired. With my bag over my shoulder, I looked around before I pushed the door open of the gym.

I was on my seventh lap around the track, my music blasting my ears as I kept my breathing steady. In through my nose, out through my mouth. I was working through my thoughts, trying to make clear of everything that was happening. Turning over the churning thoughts about the teacher that was intoxicating to me, the seemed to want to spend time with me outside of school hours.

Slowing to a stop, I could feel myself breathing hard. I didn't notice I stopped caring about my breathing and I was harshly breathing in and out. I tried to get my breathing under control. Pulling my headphones from my ears, I went towards the door when I stopped in my tracks. There was a deep laugh that came across that was almost sinister to my ears. "You know Rosie, I thought I would find you here." Jesse spoke, using the only 'cutesy' name that used when we were dating. Give to Jesse to catch me when I evade every other teacher here. He looked around, I started to step backwards. Not wanting to be too close to him. "I don't see audience here Rose. Like you've said would happen."

"What…" I stammered, "What do you want Jesse? You shouldn't be here."

He taken a step towards me, ever so slightly he put his hands into his pockets. "You won't even listen to me and there something that I wanted to talk to you about. Regarding the summer." I stepped to the side, seeing if I could trick him. That I could get out of here without having to face him. He is here to hurt me again; I know it to be true. Forget what my mother had promised me, she couldn't protect me from the other side of the world.

"Fraternisation between women and men are forbidden on campus Mr. Zeklos." I heard the Russian accent come clear as day. Jesse turned around to shrink under Dimitri's intimidating gaze. He strolled up to Jesse picking him up by his shirt. But it seemed to just be cutting him in the arm pits more than anything. Make him uncomfortable Dimitri! He brought his head down in front of Jesse's and spoke words that were colder than ice to my ears. I stepped backwards a step. "If I find you here with Ms. Hathaway again, or anywhere for that matter – I will punish you and it will hurt…" I paused "a lot." He said sternly. "Do you understand?" He asked.

"Y-y-yes sir. Mr. Belikov sir,"

As he throw Jesse towards the door he said, "now go." He turned away from Jesse back towards me. I was ramrod straight, not able to move an inch. All that was audible was my ragged breathing. It wasn't the same as when I was angry and ready to turn, right now I was scared and ready to turn. My body was warm to the touch, my vision was turning blurry. I was there for what felt like minutes. Dimitri's figure was just beyond my sight of vision. I could feel something enclose me inside, I couldn't shake my head at all to get rid of the feeling that was overcoming my body. I felt myself mumbling into the body that I was engulfed in. It started shaking as it released me but only a fraction, not letting me go "What was that?" He asked.

I could feel myself murmuring hysteria stammers as I pushed my point across, I could tell he wasn't understanding my worries. "Y-y-you can- can—cant let him—but he cant, she promised. You must promise. He cant be here." I felt myself on the edge insanity. I could feel something on my cheek.

"Roza," he stopped me in my tracks. Without knowing the reason why but I stopped my hysteria, my worries seemed to calm to non – existence. "Tell me what's going on?" He kept his hand on my cheek, urging me to go on. I stayed quiet, taking comfort in the touch he had. Blinking several times, I looked from Dimitri's face to around the gym. Not understanding what happened just now. They only thing that I could think other than the confusion I had was to ask for Dimitri's help.

His hand had dropped to my shoulder, it still felt icy cold, but it lost some of the effect it had onto me. "You have to help me." Some of the hysteria came back, not enough that cause my rambling thoughts from coming out.

"Roza," it was like the first time of me hearing this from him. It seemed to fit. "I will help you, but you must tell me what is going on." It was a slight demand but didn't have the cold tone he used with Jesse only moments ago.

I stepped back, taking a deep breathe, gaining courage to tell him … something, I wasn't sure what. The truth? That would scare him away, anyone away for the matter. My mother's words echoed in my mind as clear as she stood in front of me. I could feel my eyes zone out as I reappeared – standing with my mom in front of me. We were both drenched from the pouring down rain, my clothes soiled by water, mud, and blood. With shaky hands, I reached for my mother who had her back turned from me. Touching her shoulder, she turned sharply. Gripping my cheeks with both hands, she was freezing. I was the reason she was cold to begin with. "Listen to me, you mustn't tell your father. Anyone for the matter. This didn't happen tonight. You are to go home, change, throw away everything you are wearing right now. If your father asks where you were, you are to tell him you stayed until the library closed to volunteer for you college transcripts." She spoke clearly, I had tears streaming down my cheeks as I nodded my understandings to her.

I was brought back by Dimitri taking a step to me. I stepped to the side, to push passed him. "I'm sorry Mr. Belikov, I shouldn't have been here in the first place – I'm just use to being able to run a few miles before bed." I stated before walked to the entrance of the building. "Thank you for your help though." I stated quietly before walking through the doors. Leaving him behind me.