Chapter Two of ROLE REVERSAL is here! I've got plans for this story… BIG plans.

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"Come on," I smiled, "I'll take you to get something to eat."

"Thanks," he nodded, and I walked him to the line. It was nearly empty, seeing as lunch was almost over.

Jesse Zeklos and Ralf Sarcozy were standing in line, and when they saw me and Dimitri, they sauntered closer to me.

"Hey, Hathaway," Jesse called. "That your new boy toy? It's been a while."
"No, he isn't my new boy toy. I thought instead of getting one myself, I'd just borrow yours," I motioned to Ralf, and started to walk off.

Jesse grabbed my arm, and before he could do anything, I had him pinned to the ground, and was kneeling on his stomach. His nose was broken and bleeding.

"I don't like to be touched," I spit in his face. "Remember that."
I got off of Jesse's stomach, and walked Dimitri to get food.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Dimitri questioned. I had forgotten most people didn't know about me and Lissa. Hell, most of the people who went to our school didn't know what was up, they just knew we rotated between Moroi and Dhampir classes, and that we both kicked ass at magic and at fighting.

"I'll explain later… maybe," I smiled.

Dimitri got pancakes, an apple, and a fruit cup. I grabbed another doughnut, and we walked back to the table, where my brother was grinning like crazy.

"What is it, Adrian?" I asked lazily.

"Headmistress Kirova is looking for you, sis," his smile widened.

Lissa's thoughts told me she had been pulled into my head when I had been 'taking care' of Jesse.

"That was irresponsible," Lissa started, "but it was funny as hell."

"Thank you, thank you," I bowed. "Dimitri, this is Lissa Dragomir, my older brother Adrian, Eddie Castile, and Mason Ashford."

Dimitri nodded, and looked around at my friends.

"So, Belikov, why'd you transfer?" Adrian asked.

"Adrian, leave him alone. Let him adjust first," Lissa spoke. She was so sweet, and innocent, except when she fought.

Then she was lethal. And so was I.

Adrian held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. She could take him any day.

Dimitri finished eating, so we went to dump our trays.

"Your friends are… interesting," he noted.

"They are… and you're quiet," I said.

"Not really. Just don't have a chance to get a word in," he told me.

"That happens sometimes. Schedule."

It took him a moment to realize. Then, he pulled it out, and handed it to me.

He had an extremely similar schedule to me, when I had Moroi classes. We had one class different. Specialization class. He had specialized in fire.

"Fire user, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah. And you are?"

I'd forgotten he'd lived in Russia. He hadn't heard much about me, I assumed.

I smiled. "Spirit. Same with my brother. Come on, I'll show you to your first class, just let me grab Lissa."

"Why?"

"She's got the same classes—oh. You don't… sorry. She and I have a bond. I brought her back from the dead, so we share a bond. She can control spirit, and I can do everything a Dhampir can do… so we rotate between classes. No one really knows about this, so don't tell," I explained quickly, calling to Lissa with my mind.

"So why tell me?"

"I don't know."

I guess I trusted him. For some reason, I felt comfortable with him.

Lissa was there within a few seconds. "Let's go," she smiled, and linked arms with me.

"He's got all the same classes and shit as we do, but the specialization class," I told her.

"Rose, language," Lissa scolded. We'd both been trying to stop swearing recently.

I had gotten her into the habit, and it annoyed her. So she'd been trying to get me to stop.

Dimitri chuckled. I liked the sound, it was low, musical, soft, and welcoming. It made me like him more.

Our first class was Moroi Cultures 4. It was dull, and the teacher just droned on and on. This class I zoned out in. Lissa paid attention, so I just slipped into her head for answers on tests.

Easy as cake.

Class didn't end fast enough. I wanted to get out of there.

I thought of Dimitri the entire time.

He was a mystery. Why had he transferred? Why had Kirova assigned me to show him around? I liked him. He was cool. He was funny. He was smart, and hot, and… well…

The bell rang and I let out a breath. A long, hard breath.

Dimitri and Lissa were at my side.

"So what did you think of this class?" I asked him as we walked away.

"I liked it as much as I liked getting my ribs broken in sparring class in Russia. Maybe less," he frowned.

I laughed. "I know the feeling. Personally, I thought it was worse than when I had my arm broken in five places. I didn't even think it was possible. But apparently it was. And then I fought with it for the rest of the class, before Lissa healed it. This was two weeks ago," I shared the experience, remembered the pain, and frowned to myself.

"Five?" he asked incredulously.

"I think."

"Wow."

"Come on, Rose, Dimitri, we're going to be late," Lissa told us, and started to the next class.

"She's right, you know," Dimitri told me.

"So? I'm always late," I said, shrugging.

"She is. But not today, you aren't. It's your job to show him around," Lissa said.

"I'll just say I was giving him a tour. You want a tour?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" he smiled.

Lissa rolled her eyes, and walked to the next class we had. "I'll tell the teacher you'll be late. But I swear, if you don't take him on a tour…"

"You'll what? If I put up my barriers, you'll never know," I smirked.
She just turned and walked to class. I put up the barriers.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked Dimitri. "Because, personally, I don't want to go to class. But maybe that's just me."

Dimitri returned my smile.

We walked down the hall, together. We ended up at the church, and though I wasn't religious, we went anyway. We found a hidden hall, and went up the stairs.

It was a dusty old room, with stools, a window seat. The window had special glass, but the warmth of the sun came through. Dimitri and I pulled seats up to the window and sat together.

"So, Rose, what's your story?" he asked, looking into my eyes with his stunning brown ones.

I sighed. "From the beginning?"
He nodded, smiling.

"You're next," I told him. "Okay, so, a few years ago, we were in a car accident. Lissa, my parents, Adrian and I. Adrian and I were okay. But Lissa, she died. I was upset, and used spirit to bring her back, so we have a bond. She and I share abilities, and powers. We half the classes, and have extra sessions. We kick ass, and we can talk in our minds. It's amazing!

"I love it, and we can share everything. And now, we can put up blocks. We've slipped into each other's minds sometimes, but not a lot. Once we both switched at the same time, and controlled each other's bodies!" I exclaimed. "It was funny, but I wasn't a fan. That's the start. More after you spill."

"My family is in Russia. I transferred to use magic offensively. It's frowned upon there. And I heard that there was something special about some of the people who go here. By the way, you're a legend, even in Russia. A huge time spirit user is a big deal, where I come from," he smiled. "The main reason I'm here, is because there's strigoi after me. Because my grandmother said I had to come here to find my true love, fall in love, and then she and I were going to rid the world of strigoi with help from friends and family."

Haha, random I know. What did you think?