I narrowed my eyes at Nicholas, making sure he knew I didn't like him. The prince simply grinned and walked on, cockily might I add. His ear-length black hair whipped around in the wind while his pale hands were stuffed into the pockets of his dark blue, torn up jeans. If I didn't hate him so much, I'd say he was hot, which he—UGH SNAP OUT OF IT ASH! I shook my head and scowled, these next six weeks were going to suck. As I followed him, I took in my surroundings. It was honestly kind of weird, being in the Male Moroi's wing. Guys filled the corridors, laughing and talking. Most of them where seniors, seniors that I didn't know. The prince stopped by a group and almost immediatly joined into the conversation. I tuned them out and continued looking around, until I heard the term blood whore come out of the mouths of one of the seniors in Nicholas' group. The boy was eyeing me closely, his eyes betraying him and showing all the lust he apparently felt towards me. I snapped, my fists tightned into balls, but before I could punch the stupid royal, Luca had hold of my fist.
"Miss Ivashkov, please restrain from punching the seniors." his hand tightened around mine, causing me to wince slightly. His dark eyes moved from me to the boy. "Lord. Zeklos, you'd do well to never speak poorly of someone who could possibly be the person laying his or her life on the line for you in the future." He let go of my fist after a moment then turned to Nicholas." Niko, your mother wishes to speak with you." He turned and strolled away. That man was a mystery-a handsome mystery at that...
"Alrighty then!" Nicholas grinned at me. "Let's get going, I'm sure mother is just DIEING to see you." His grin grew into a smirk at my discomfort. "And I'm sure you've missed them to." He turned on his heels and made his way towards the guest's house, his hands laced together behind his head. I followed angrily, stomping and kicking dust. My eyes stayed narrowed at his head until we reached a dorm. My mother was here I knew it, and I wanted os so badly to just turn and run. I loathed the woman. I loathed her more than anything in the world, including Nicholas. Nicholas went in first and had to drag me in since I tried to run. He began pushing me into the living room, trying not to laugh at my struggling form. I kicked and thrashed and landed ablow on his leg. His grip loosened and I made a bolt for it but he was quick to grab my arm and slam me into a wall; I let out as gasp as the wind was knocked out of me but managed a glare.
"That hurt!" I snapped in a harsh whisper, wanting nothing more than to slap him. I moved to push him away but he pressed me back, forcing me to stay against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I let out a growl and struggled, "let me go RIGHT now before I kick you so hard your dad will feel it!" Nicholas simply smirked, his face inches from mine. His dark, deep ocean blue eyes bore into mine and I let out a shiver, not out of being cold-but out of lust. I'd never honestly noticed how cute he really was (well I mean I had, but I never gave it a second thought, not until now). We continued to look at eachother until he began to lean forward, his lips just a centimeter from mine, causing me to gulp and press farther against the wall. "Wh..What are you doing?" I managed, but tripped all over my words. He didn't respond, simply held me hostage, his hands on either side of my head against the wall, keeping me trapped. He inched closer until he was once again just centimeters from my lips. I looked once more into his eyes only to see amusement.
"What's wrong Little Dhampir? Nervous?" His head went from my face and to my neck, his nose pressing against my skin. I could feel his smirk against my neck and let out a shaky breath before struggling to get away from him, but he wouldn't have any of it. His body pressed against me harder, completely pinning me now. "Now, Now. No struggling." He placed a soft kiss on my neck before trailing them up to my jaw then to the corner of my lips. I tensed as he soft, and I mean soft, lips moved against my skin, leaving goosebumps where they previously where. I wasn't suppose to feel like this! I was suppose to hate him! I was-I was enjoying the feel of him against me, the feel of his body pressed against mine, the feel of his lips against my skin-I had to stop this though... I just had to. I turned my head from him and snapped, a bit harsher than intended, but I'm just glad I could get anything out.
"Get off of me, this is sick and wrong!" I used all my strength to get out of his grasp and headed towards the living room, only to be brought back and slammed against the wall once more. My head whipped around to glare at him, but let out a gasp as his lips barely brushed against mine in a sweet, yet shy kiss. I stood there like a deer in the head lights. He used my shock to his advantage and pressed into me once more, deeping the kiss. I stood there, then before I knew it, I was kissing him back. My hands where on his chest, his hands on the small of my back pressing me against him before slowly sliding down to my hips. My hands slid down his chest and up his shirt, feeling his muscles. His groan brought me back to reality and i immediatly pushed away from him, leaning against the wall panting. "You-we shouldn't have done that." I gulped in some air, trying to calm down. He scowled at me.
"Why? Because your brother? Or how 'bout Luca." His glare harshened, he was jealous... I let out an unwanted giggle then covered my mouth quickly; only to have it moved and replaced by his lips once more. I wasn't as reluctant to kiss back this time, but in the back of my head I heard a little voice telling me to push him away. I battled internaly before the little voice disappeared and I let my arms wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled into the kiss, his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. I jerked away from him when I heard someone clearing their throat and gulped, staring wide-eyed at my brother. A smirk spread across Travis' face while he tried to hold in his laughter.
"I always knew you two would fall in love someday." He stopped holding in his laughter and had to lean against the door frame to keep from falling. I glared and threw the closest thing to me at him, which just happened to be a book. The paperback book hit him head on, leaving a red mark on his forehead. "OWW!" He rubbed the sore spot and glared teasingly. "Sorry, didn't mean to interupt your little love fest." His smirk grew."
"WE AREN'T IN LOVE!" I snapped and stormed into the living room, not once looking back. Nicholas stayed in the front room with Travis for a bit longer, leaving me to face the adults. My mom was watching me closely while Russian dude talked politely with a very pregnant Lissa. Christian didn't speak, he was actually almost asleep. I frowned and got up, ready to leave. I grabbed my duffle bag and headed out the door. I might have to protect Nicholas, but right now I didn't care. I walked by Travis and Nicholas and snapped, "I'm leaving." I slammed the door closed behind me and headed towards the gym for a bit of training before bed. AS I entered the gym I noticed Luca there, training by himself. I watched him for a while, watching how his muscles flexed as he punched, stabbed and kicked; his hair was falling in front of his eyes, hiding them from me. He was cute, probably the cutest guardian in America, though he was reclusive.
"Are you going to stand there all day, watching me, or are you going to come down here so I can school you?" I jumped at the sound of his melachony voice and blushed. I could hear the smirk in his voice which just made me even more shy. I'd heard a lot of stories about Luca-the Great Luca Moretti of Italy. He was one of the greatest guardians in the world, how could I possibly spare with him? "You okay?" I blinked then squeaked and jumped back, falling on my but. Luca chuckled from his position directly in front of me. "Speed is your ally." He winked down at me then offered me a hand and helped me up. "So, we gonna spare?" He blinked at me, curriously; it took all my will power not to tackle him in a hug, HE WAS SOOO CUTE! I simply nodded instead before pulling off my over shirt, leaving me in my tank-top and ran off to change into a pair of shorts. Once I came out, I saw that he too had changed attire, he was now shirtless, leaving him in just a pair of sweat pants. "Alright! Let's do this!" His grin grew sadistic as he charged at me, he didn't expect me to charge back though. The game was on!
