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Chapter 2

I had been right. Rumors were flying everywhere about how the infamous Rosemarie Hathaway had been in a knife fight. Some people were even saying about how I had killed the person who had done this to my face. Oh how much I wished that one was true.

I was called into the principal's office after second period; I guess that they were tired of everyone focusing of the troublemaker instead of their classes.

Kivora, the old grouchy principal, stood next to her desk as I entered her office. This was really the last place I wanted to be at. I hated being question about my life and seriously the excuse I had planned out for this injury was that I had fallen off the stairs and that a cat had jumped at my face. Not the greatest excuse I had but seriously I had no time for this.

"Rosemarie I want you to know that we're here to help you. We don't want anything else but you're safety, please let us help us" Kivora kept repeating this throughout the whole meeting and it was getting a bit irritating.

"With all due to respect, Kivora there's seriously nothing wrong. It was an accident. It won't happen again" I tried not to roll my eyes at my statement, I was about 99.9% sure that this would happen again but I needed to get her off my ass.

"Rosemarie, why do you have to be so difficult? I can't help you if you don't let me in." She stared at me for what seemed like ages and when she seemed to finally gave up, she sighted and was about to open her lips once again—when we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Sorry to interrupt Mrs. Kivora, I just been calling every day for the position of the counselor and I kept getting sent to the voicemail. I came here to meet in person to talk about it. I'm very qualified for the position. I just need a chance." A silky voice said behind me.

I couldn't help but turn around to see who it was.

There stood a 6'7" man or so were my calculations. He was big and muscular but not that muscular that made him seem like he worked out too much. It was more like that "I work out but I don't exaggerate it". He was very gorgeous; his face was made out of perfect angles, strong cheekbones and a strong jaw. What was more remarkable about him though were those piercing brown eyes, they were so warm and they seem to be looking into your soul when they stared at you. Which was exactly what was happening right now, he was staring right at me.

I broke from our connection because even though his whole demeanor gave the vibe that he was a nice whole-hearted man. I didn't trust men, asides from Christian, Mason, and Eddie. For me, any other man was exactly like Viktor, no matter how warm his eyes appeared and how good he was to be looked at.

I turned towards Kivora to see what she was going to say, she loathed being interrupted. But the only thing I saw in her face was the slobber dripping out of the side of her lip. Okay, maybe not but she was extremely lost in the beauty of the man that stood a few feet away from us.

"Oh I'm sorry Mr. —" she started after she was out of her trance.

"Belikov" It was a very nice name, and if I could recall from my first year I took of foreign language in ninth grade that was a Russian last name and accent.

"You see Mr. Belikov; our counselor opening was just taken by Miss. Karp." Her tone indicated that she was very sorry indeed.

Belikov did appeared a bit disappointed and as he open his lips to say thanks, or at least that's what I assumed, Kivora said something else.

"But you do look very suited to be a P.E. teacher, would you be interested in the position. We're currently in need of one."

A small—but genuine—smile appeared in Belikov's face and I was dismissed to go back to class while Belikov and Kivora talked about his becoming the P.E teacher.

I only hoped that Alberta was still my P.E. teacher after this because I did not want to be in a class full of girls gazing at the big Russian.

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