***Thanks to Do'B, ForeverNicole, Goodbye Until Tomorrow, luciinwaters, Abigael Ryan, Liza Krizova, Ginevra Annabeth Herondale, and Potterhead719 for reviewing the last chapter. Maybe this one will answer some of the questions you guys have.

Potterhead719: Don't fall out of your chair this time, haha. Glad you loved the Haley/Rose action, figured you would. Enjoy the chapter, H.

Enjoy –skd***

Ivan POV

I arrived at Vladimir High School as the final bell rang and I could see students pouring out of the front doors to the building as I parked my truck. I waited for a few minutes until most of the crowd had dispersed, some students getting into cars of their own, while others got on the buses on the other side of the building.

Dimitri didn't know that I was coming today, but after last night, I knew I needed to confront him if I wanted answers, and doing it at the school was the best place, all things considered. Seeing Rose at the gym last night had brought out something weird in him, but he had shut down the moment she had run away. It wasn't like him to keep secrets from me, and I was intent on figuring out what the hell was going on.

I walked into the building through the main office doors, which were to the left of the main door that I had seen countless students exiting from minutes earlier.

"Ivan Zeklos," I said, leaning against the desk. A young woman was sitting behind the desk, obviously a high school student. "I'm here to see Dimitri Belikov."

"You'll need a visitor's pass," the woman said, trailing off as she glanced up at me.

I smiled down at her, and it didn't slip my notice that she slipped another piece of paper underneath the visitor's pass that she handed me.

"You'll need to keep the visitor's pass on at all times while on campus," she explained. "Are you familiar with where Mr. Belikov's room is?"

"I'm not."

"It's room 211," she said. "You'll go left when you leave here and then take another left at the end of the hall. His classroom is on the right about halfway down."

"Thank you," I said.

With a wink, I left the office. As soon as I was out of sight, I threw her phone number away in the trash can. The last thing that I needed was to get involved with a high school student.

The halls were close to empty by this point, but a few groups lingered. I noticed that the groups mostly appeared to be athletes or people belonging to other clubs.

At the end of the hall, two girls stood, both dressed in black and red turtleneck crop tops with black pleated skirts. The letters VHS were written across the tops. Both had their hair tied up in high ponytails, black bows finishing the look, their blonde hair gleaming. A flash of red on the wrist of the taller girl caught my eye. A captain's wristband.

I approached them slowly, a plan forming in my head as I noticed the two boys standing with the girls. The two guys with them looked me up and down before putting protective arms around the two girls, clearing attempting to stake their claim. I grinned internally. They were making it too easy.

"Could you tell me where Dimitri Belikov's room is?" I asked the taller blonde girl, despite knowing full well where it was.

She smiled sweetly. "It's three doors down, on the right." She turned slightly and pointed behind her. "Room 211 is his."

I thanked her and winked, much to her boyfriend's displeasure. The other guy was bristling despite me barely glancing at the second blonde. I smirked as I passed the group. They were so easily riled up; it was pathetic.

I didn't bother to knock when I reached Dimka's door, instead opting to fling open it open as wide as it would go.

"Dimitri!" I said, strutting into the room. "Oh my God, what the fuck?"

I heard footsteps behind me, and the tall blonde girl from earlier was right behind me, joined by one of the boys, though not the one who had his arm around her, surprisingly. Worry was clearly etched on both of their faces. The other blonde girl and the other boy soon joined the first too, also worried. Dimitri whipped around, glaring at me in surprise and a tiny dark-haired figure darted out from behind him. The figure darted past me, and I reached out, latching on to her arm.

"Rose?"

Lissa POV

"Rose and Belikov are going to kill each other," Adrian said, leaning against my locker.

"Why do you say that?"

"She has a crush on him," Sydney said, opening my locker door further to look in the mirror to adjust her ponytail. "But she won't admit it."

I rolled my eyes and put my gym bag in my locker. Pointlessly, I tried to stretch out the top of my cheer uniform, but it only snapped back into the place the moment I let go. Just like it had the last five times I tried to stretch it out.

"Get used to it, Lissa," Sydney told me. "I've already tried talking to Coach about changing the uniform, but she wouldn't hear it."

I groaned. "If Rose would have asked, she would have complied in a heartbeat."

Sydney sighed. "I made the mistake of mentioning cheering to Rose yesterday, and she nearly bit my head off."

I winced. "I'm not entirely surprised."

I glanced in my mirror to adjust my bow, and next to me, Adrian pushed himself off the lockers, crossing his arms. I met his gaze in the mirror as he crossed behind me to stand next to Sydney. He wrapped one arm around her waist, almost possessively, and a moment later, Christian draped his arm across my shoulders in the same possessive manner. I almost stepped out of his reach but instead chose to glance down the hall, curious to see what had caused Christian and Adrian to become so possessive.

And then I found it. Or rather him.

Strutting down the hallway was a boy. No, man. His blond hair was tousled artfully, and his brown eyes sparkled with delight. He almost reminded me of an older version of Adrian. The delight increased as his eyes landed on us. His lips turn upward, smirking. He stopped in front of me.

"Could you tell me where Dimitri Belikov's room is?"

I smiled politely at him. "It's three doors down, on the right." I turned slightly and pointed behind me. "Room 211 is his."

"Thank you, gorgeous," he told me, winking.

I sighed as Christian stared daggers into the man's retreating figure as if Christian could set him on fire just by staring at him.

"Christian," I said, nudging him. "Forget him."

Christian broke his stare. "Who does he think he is?"

"He's nobody," I said, leaning up to kiss him. "Just someone who is used to getting his way by flirting."

Christian nodded and kissed me again.

The man's "Oh my God, what the fuck?" pulled us apart. Adrian and I shared a look, and we both took off running down the hall. I peered into the room and saw the tiny figure dart out from underneath the other man in the room, who I assumed to be Mr. Belikov.

The blond man's hand reached out and latched on to Rose's arm.

"Rose?"

She froze and turned, facing the man. Her face paled, and she glanced over her shoulder at Mr. Belikov.

"I have to go," she muttered and yanked out of the man's grip.

He started to follow her, but Mr. Belikov called him back with the shout of his name, "Ivan!"

The name rang a bell, and I recalled Rose mentioning sleeping with a guy named Ivan over the weekend. Guessing from his wide-eyed gaze, he didn't know that she was still in high school, senior or not.

Rose POV

I made it to the parking lot before remembering that I gave my keys to Lissa so that I could go to the gym after detention. Shit. No way in hell was I going back in there right now. I went to reach for my phone before realizing that Mr. Belikov still had it in his classroom. Fucking hell.

I gave up and started jogging in the direction of the gym. The plus side of not having my phone meant that the stalker couldn't reach me.

"Rose!"

I stopped jogging and turned around, looking for who called my name. I saw Haley running towards me.

She stopped in front of me, panting. "I noticed that you left Mr. Belikov's room in a hurry, but that you left your phone behind. I wanted to catch up to you before you got too far away."

"How did you know that I didn't have my phone?" I asked her with narrowed eyes.

"Mr. Belikov had it in his hand, and Lissa grabbed it from him," she explained.

"Thank you, Haley," I said. "When you see Lissa, will you let her know that I'm still going to the gym?"

Haley nodded. "Sure thing, Rose. I'll see you tomorrow."

She smiled once more before walking back towards the school. I shivered slightly and continued running towards the gym.

I arrived there in record time and threw myself into my routine, forgetting about everything, including Ivan, Mr. Belikov, and my creepy-ass stalker.

"Rose."

At the sound of my name, I nearly dropped the weights that I was re-racking. I adjusted my grip, putting them securely back on the rack, and turned away from Ivan. I walked to the next machine.

"Not now, Ivan," I snapped as I noticed him following me.

"We need to have a little chat, Rose. I'm not leaving until we do," he said simply, and leaned against the unoccupied machine next to mine.

"Oh, hell fucking no," I muttered under my breath as I saw Mr. Belikov walk in, his eyes scanning for Ivan.

He started making his way over towards us, and I stop my repetitions, not even caring that I hadn't finished my set or my full routine before bolting for the front door.

"Rose!" I heard the Russian accent behind me, more pronounced than Ivan's, and I walked faster. "Rose, please."

I pushed through the front doors, but I knew that Mr. Belikov was still right behind me and that Ivan was probably right behind him.

I couldn't resist turning back ever so slightly. Mr. Belikov's hair was down around his face instead of pulled back, and remorse was evident in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He took a step closer. "I was being unprofessional, and I should have never pushed you like that. You're right, it's none of my business, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry you had to go through that."

My phone went off before I could answer, blaring "Count on Me" by Bruno Mars. I turned, walking away from Mr. Belikov as I answered the phone.

"What's up, Liss?"

"Where are you?" she said franticly.

"I went to the gym. Haley Pitman was supposed to tell you that I was still going to go to the gym before going home," I answered her. "Did she not get to you?"

"Who's Haley Pitman?"

"She's short, has blonde hair? You gave my phone to her to bring to me."

"Uh, whatever. Rose, you can't go home," Lissa said, and I stopped.

"What do you mean I can't go home?"

"I drove your car back, and Christian drove mine, but when we got back to the apartment, the door was hanging off its hinges. Christian called the police, but he wouldn't let me go in until the police got there. The place was trashed, Rose."

"Lissa, where are you?" I asked her, my chest tightening. "Are you at Christian's?"

"Yes, we'll come get you from the gym," Lissa said.

"No, stay there. Do not leave Christian's. I'll find a place to stay until the apartment gets fixed." I didn't need her putting herself in danger, and I wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened to Christian or his family because I was staying with them. "Promise me that you won't leave Christian's except for school and church."

"Where are you going to be?" The words came out in a jumble.

"Promise me, Lissa," I urged.

"I promise," she said softly. "Where are you going, Rose?"

"Whose room was more destroyed?" I already knew the answer, but I still had to ask.

"Yours. Whoever did this didn't even touch my room," she whispered. "It's really, really, bad."

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," I promised her. "I'm going to be okay."

I hung up the phone, still ignoring her question of where I was going to go, which only led to Lissa texting me as soon as the call ended. I didn't answer her text either.

"Rose? What's wrong?"

I turned back to look at Mr. Belikov, having forgotten momentarily that he was still behind me. I could easily read the worry on his face, though there was still the unidentifiable emotion hiding there too. Before I could answer, a black truck pulled up alongside the curb, and Ivan stuck his head out the window.

I sighed, knowing that I would regret my next words, but also knowing that I had no other choice at the moment. I smirked up at Ivan.

"I need a favor."

Ivan pulled up outside the apartment complex, and I hopped out before the truck was even to a complete stop. There had to be at least seven police cars in the parking lot in front of my building, and even more police officers were walking around. The yellow caution tape was bright and iridescent in the flashing lights.

"Rose!" Mr. Belikov shouted, following me.

I approached the first police officer I see. "Rosemarie Hathaway," I told him. "This is my apartment. I want to see the damage."

He gave me a dubious look at first before turning on his flashlight to see me better. I saw the recognition flash across his face, and he lifted the caution tape for me to duck under. Mr. Belikov tried to follow me and the officer stopped him. Mr. Belikov showed the officer something, and within moments, he was joining me on the stairs.

"What did you show him?" I hissed as I ran up the steps to the apartment. He didn't answer me and instead went into the apartment before me.

The first thing I noticed was that the couch was broken and destroyed, and the television had a huge hole in the center. The bookshelves were in pieces, and the books that were on them were in pieces across the room. Every plate, glass, and bowl in the kitchen was smashed and the kitchen floor was littered in tiny, sharp pieces. The table looked as though someone had hit it with a baseball bat, with chunks of the wood missing. I pushed past Mr. Belikov where he had frozen in the doorway to the kitchen and raced down the hallway.

Police officers milled in and out of my room, and I walked in, unnoticed for the moment. There wasn't one thing left undamaged. My laptop was in grey and black pieces scattered around the floor while my white comforter was nothing more than strips of fabric, some of which hung from the ceiling fan. The bed frame itself has deep grooves all over it, similar to ones on the table, and the wood was splintered with the bed caving in in the center when it had lost the support of the frame. My desk was broken apart, large pieces of plywood piled in a corner covered in ashes. Everything on top of the desk had been burned. Scorch marks on the wall showed where the flames had nearly gotten out of control. My dresser was in worse shape than my desk, and my clothes and undergarments were torn to pieces and strips, scattered aimlessly around the room.

I spun in a circle, unable to fully process what I was truly seeing when I finally registered the collage of pictures that were pinned on my wall over my bed. There were tens of photos pinned to the wall, showing me sleeping, me partying, even some of me going home with Ivan, and of me going home with other men over the past few months. There were a few of me in my cheerleading uniform and some of me in the locker room at Vladimir High School while I changed. There were even a handful of me coming out of the shower, most likely after cheer practice, my body nude while I changed and on display for everyone to see. Underneath the collage of the pinned photos, in bright red paint, the words YOU'RE GETTING WHAT YOU DESERVE were written.

I turned, bile rising in my throat, and ran into Mr. Belikov. I felt him tense as he took in the state of the room, and I tried to shove against him before he could get a good look at any of the photos.

"Get me out of here," I whispered.

He took me from the room immediately and escorted me out of the apartment and back outside and downstairs. I could see Ivan leaning against his truck, surely concerned, but I couldn't care less about him at this moment.

"Rose."

I held up my hand, stopping whatever Mr. Belikov was going to say, before bending over and emptying my stomach's content into the bushes. My nearly sleepless night caught up with me, and I felt the weariness stronger than ever. I swayed, and the darkness that hovered at the edges claimed me. Just before I lost all bearing, and my vision and hearing disappeared, I heard the whispered words, "I've got you."

And then I heard nothing at all.