Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
R POV
Party girls don't get hurt
Cant feel anything, when will I learn?
I push it down, push it down
I'm the one "for a good time call"
Phone's blowing' up, ringing' my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love
1,2,3,1,2,3, drink
1,2,3,1,2,3, drink
1,2,3,1,2,3, drink
Throw 'em back 'til I loose count
I reached over, and grabbed my iPhone off of my bedside table. Turning off "Chandler" by Sia I dragged myself out of my king sized bed, tripping over the three stairs that separated my bed from the floor. Picking myself up I walked out onto the balcony that was attached to my bedroom.
I thought about this large extravagant home I lived in. Fifteen bedrooms each with their own private bathroom. Two dining rooms, a living room, a sun room, family room, a large kitchen that Paula Dean would kill for, a game room, a movie theatre, a home gym, three offices, a pine paneled library, and an indoor pool, with a Jacuzzi
Outside there was an outdoor living room, another pool, another Jacuzzi, a tennis court, and how could I forget about the pool house.
I hated it.
I'd grown up in this house, in the lap of luxury. With the finest clothes, jewelry, and servants there to wipe my nose when I sneezed, but I would give it all away to have my parents with me. No in case you're thinking that my parents are dead, they're not, but they might as well have been. It's November 14th and I've seen my parents a total of seventy four days this year. Three hundred and sixty one days have gone by this year, and I've seen my parents seventy four times.
My father the shady Abe Mazur is a Mob Boss. My mother the infamous Janine Hathaway is oddly enough a crime investigator. While my father was in Turkey, undoubtedly dealing with some sort of trafficking my mother was in St. Petersburg on an important case. He's one of most wanted criminals in the world and her job is to catch and imprison them. But they are still madly in love. You know what they say: opposites attract.
I took a large breath pulling myself out of my thoughts. I turned around, and walked through the french doors into my bedroom. I walked across the polished cherry wood floors into my bathroom.
I shivered when my bare feet hit the cold white granite tile floors. I walked over to my walk-in shower, it was the size of a queen sized bed, and had frosted glass sliding doors with an intricate design on the glass. There was a gigantic jacuzzi tub built into the far corner of the bathroom. There was a mirror that spread across an entire wall, and a white marble countertop with two ivory bowl sinks, and another mirror lining the top of the counter. There was also a vanity table in the far corner. Overall it was a drop dead gorgeous bathroom.
After spending about forty-five minutes in the shower I stepped out smelling like Japanese cherry blossoms, and vanilla. I wrapped a white fluffy towel around myself and decided to let my hair air dry. I walked into my walk-in closet. Ah my closet. It was probably bigger than my room. It had a rotating cloths rack built into the wall, and a screen that helped me choose an outfit each day. I've got to say, my staff was on point. All of my clothes were organized by color, and season: black winter clothes, black summer clothes, red winter clothes, red summer clothes, etc. There were several mannequins stationed around the large room with different styles of clothing on them. In the middle of the room there was a red lip couch with several bedazzled throw pillows on it. There was also a whole wall sectioned off just for shoes, rack, after rack of shoes, and they're all mine. There were exactly sixty-two pairs of shoes on that wall, and there were twenty-seven pairs of shoes behind the door in the corner in my closet. What can I say; I admit I'm a shoe whore.
I walked over to the screen built into the wall and scrolled through my choices of tops, bottoms, shoes, and jackets. Eventually the screen lit up as the words "MATCH FOUND" flashed across the screen. I grabbed the items of clothing and put them on. I looked in the mirror, and nodded in approval. I wore a long sleeved red shirt that clung to my breasts, but not in a slutty way and a pair of black skinny jeans. I also wore a pair of black suede ankle boots with a two inch block heel. I topped it all off with a black leather cropped vest with lots of zippers.
I let my hair fall down my back in its natural waves. It fell down past the back of my knees, my best friend Lissa was pestering me about cutting it, but I refused. I sat at the vanity table in my bathroom, and put of some iridescent lip gloss and small amount of blush. I didn't use any mascara because of my already thick long lashes.
Standing up I walked out of my room into the hallway. The hallways were quiet. It was always like this; quiet, and lonely. The only thing you could hear was the soft sound of my heels clicking against the marble floors. I walked down the grand staircase into the kitchen. I didn't have time for breakfast because of the long shower I took. I drank a glass of orange juice, and put the glass in the sink, knowing one of the staff members would clean it.
I walked out to the garage grabbing a random set of keys and unlocking the doors. I walked over to the white Porsche and got into the expensive car. I pulled out of the garage and drove down the long driveway. Once I was on the road I put my speaker phone on and called my best friend Lissa.
Lissa and I had been best friends our entire lives. Our mothers have been best friends since high school and we were sisters in everything but blood. Lissa has a tall slim figure, nowhere near as curvy as mine, but still envied by many. She had platinum blonde hair that went to her mid-back. She also has jade green eyes and pale skin.
"Hey, you ready?" I asked her.
"Yea I've been ready for the last twenty minutes."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I spent a long time in the shower, and I spent a while picking out my clothes". I said stopping at a red light.
"You really need to work on your time management." She said in a disapproving tone.
"Yea, I'll do that right after I write a biography on Henry the 8th, come on Lisa think about what your about to say before you say it." I said a hint of playfulness in my voice.
"Whatever. When are you going to be here?" She questioned impatiently.
"Pulling up now, come on out."
A few moments later she came out of her house that was large, not quite as large as mine, but still considered a mini mansion. She wore a strapless salmon pink dress that ended mid-thigh. She also wore a white lace sweater that ended a few inches below the dress. She wore a pair of white sparkly toms.
"Hey Lisa, did you hear about the new student coming?" I asked her curiously.
"Yea I heard she was from Russia or from somewhere over there." She replied nonchalantly.
"Can you imagine living in an arctic wasteland for all those years?" I said swerving to avoid a squirrel.
"Gosh, Rose please watch where you're going." She chastised with a panicked look on her face.
"Lissa, calm down. I'm a great driver." I said, although my comment was proved wrong when I hit a potted plant, sending it flying past the car. Lissa shot me a look saying "what did I tell you".
"Oh please that totally came out of nowhere." I said innocently.
"Yea, okay Rose." She said a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
The majority of the ride there was silent. That's the thing about my best friend and me. We didn't need to talk we could sit in a comfortable silence, without it being awkward.
Pulling into a parking space Lissa and I stepped out of the car, grabbed our bags and walked into the building.
"I'll see you in second period."
"Yea see ya there love ya." I replied.
"Love ya too doll face" she said as we went our separate ways.
Grabbing the materials I needed, I shut my locker and walked to first period. I took my normal seat next to my friend Mia. She has curly blonde ringlets, pale skin, and baby blue eyes.
"Hey baby girl, how've you been?" I asked a smile spreading across my face at the sight of the bubbly girl in front of me.
"I've been good, getting a lot better." She said referring to her breakup with her long-term boyfriend Ralf. They'd been dating since the eighth grade and considering it was our senior year in high school that's a long time. We all thought they were perfect for each other, up until we found out Ralf had been sleeping with Natalie, the school whore. Mia was heartbroken, but she'd been getting better and better. I was so proud of her.
We fell into an easy conversation, and then I noticed a girl with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin walk in and quietly take the seat next to me. I focused back on the conversation I was in the middle of and continued speaking with Mia until Mrs. Karp came in. Most times we would continue speaking, but since Mrs. Karp was so easy going, we actually respected her.
She started taking attendance, and I listened on and on as she called name after name, until something caught my attention; the girl next to me, who hadn't spoken a word aside from present when her name was called. The way she said it, the way she rolled her R's. This must've been the new student from Russia.
"Hey, you're the new girl from Russia, right?" I asked her with a curious look on my face.
"Yes, this is my first day here." She said, a thick Russian accent lacing her words.
"Viktoria Belikova." She said sticking out her hand.
"Rose Hathaway." I said as I shook her hand.
A/N: Well here's my second chapter. Viktoria and Rose have met there will be more interaction and less description in the next chapter. I loved most of the reviews I got on the first chapter. This is my first time doing this and I love the support I'm getting. Please read and review.