OK, you can kill me viciously, and savagely. *cowers* I AM SO SORRY! I kind of ran out of ideas and then…. Yeah…. But anyway! Thank you all for the reviews! Now, I have received a review asking for Dimitri to be a student and a couple asking for him to be a teacher. I just went with what I had planned. So here is the delayed chapter two (written to Adele's 21, and Death Cab for Cutie's Translanticism) Disclaimer-I don't own anything.
RPOV
A sigh, barely audible. Not him. But still, a male, a male in a position of power. He didn't look scary though. He had kind grey eyes and a wry, sarcastic look. I didn't like him, because of the simple fact that he reminded me of everything, but I didn't hate him either. He smiled at the class and spoke in a gravelly voice.
"Good morning class. I am Mr Peel, and this is my substitute, and assistant Mr Belikov." He gestured to a dark-eyed man on his left. I stiffened. Two males. Mr Belikov surveyed the class with a slightly arrogant air, and looked at total ease. His eyes, a chocolate brown, rested on me, and I felt uneasy. He flicked his gaze up and down my body, pausing at my chest and hips. He raised an eyebrow and curled his mouth in distaste. I flushed and looked down. When I lifted my head again, he was staring elsewhere. Had I just been bitch stared by a teacher?
Mr Peel's phone rang, and as he talked, he scowled and then hung up.
"Class, I look forward to teaching you, but I have an extremely important appointment, Mr Belikov will show you the ropes." He stalked out of the room, leaving Belikov in charge.
He stood up and loped gracefully to the blackboard. Wow, he was tall. Like, really tall. Maybe 6'7. And he was possibly the hottest man I'd seen. He was muscular but lanky, and his hair was shoulder length and a light brown. He probably had all the girls drooling. Not me though, I had learnt the hard way not to trust someone easily.
"Trust me; I don't like this anymore than you, probably less. But, I am stuck here so unless you want to fail this class I suggest you shut the fuck up." His voice was harsh, with a hint of an accent. Russian, if I had to guess. The class did shut up, stunned and a little in awe.
The class passed by slowly, and Mr Belikov showed his true colours. He was a complete, utter asshole. Through lewd comments and sharp criticisms, he cut everyone's ego in half. I watched as a girl who needed "help" on her assignment ( 5 pages on the causes of the First World War), walked up to him and thrust her chest forward as she talked, obviously trying to impress him.
" Yes, that is double spaced, and if you stick those fake breasts any nearer my face, you are going to skewer my eyes." She turned crimson and stumbled back to her seat, practically in tears. I couldn't help it. I sniggered, just a little.
His eyes swivelled towards me. "Well, you're worse, with that too-tight tank top and painted jeans. I wouldn't be surprised to find you working as a stripper in a few years' time."
I heard laughter, and whispers and my self-esteem shattered. He was right, wasn't he? I was a sl- Stop it Rose. You are stronger than this, I told myself. And I stared right back at him, defiantly silent. He whisked out a file and browsed through it. He sighed and shook his head. "Terrible grades, not a surprise. Probably gave out free blowjobs on the side." I opened my mouth to protest but the bell cut me off. Thank God.
I collected my books and swept out of the room, only to be halted by his voice.
"Not you Miss Hathaway, you need to speak to me."
I halted. No. I clenched my fists, Strong, Rose, be strong. You can do this. Never mind that you're going to talk to a man... Alone...where he could- I cut off my mental ramblings and turned to face him. He beckoned for me to step closer, and as Mason exited the room, giving me a sympathetic look, I was alone. Hesitantly, I stepped closer, still a good distance from him.
"To be frank, your grades are terrible. You missed a chunk of time with the break you took, a whole month and a half, and your grades have fallen. What were you thinking? You are so behind your peers, you are going to fail! Or. You would, if our wondrous and glorious headmistress had not commissioned me to tutor you. Now, I have better things to do than to teach you but I'm getting paid. So, you will skip two classes a day, to spend catching up, as well as additional sessions on the weekend. This is not ideal. But I am being forced to."
I looked down. The break hadn't really been chosen. My fingers drifted up to my hairline, and felt the slightly raised skin. Then, reality hit. Shit, I had to be alone with him for hours? But... I shifted anxiously and looked him straight in the eye. "And i-it's just us?" I asked, voice quavering. He nodded, and then twisted his mouth in distaste. "Make no mistake Rose; I am not susceptible to you. And I never will be." he stepped closer to me and an irrational fear chilled me. "Rose, I don't like you. At all. Your file clearly states that you are irresponsible, careless and completely self-centred. But you will pay attention and pass senior year. Understand?"
.It.
"Well Mr Belikov, I do not think you have the right to order me to do anything! From the moment I stepped foot in this classroom you have verbally abused me. Between implying I was a spoilt brat, and actually saying I was practically a prostitute, not to mention that you thought I gave out free blow jobs, you should be apologizing right now!" My tone was icy, but polite. I had unknowingly slipped into debutante mode. I dared to look up at him and he was looking shocked. He clearly managed to regain his speech when he muttered something, Russian, under his breath. I scowled. He was insulting me in a language I couldn't even comprehend!
"I don't need to read your record to know that you are a spoiled rich brat, all the evidence is here in front of me. And that goes double for the blow jobs and prostitution." I seethed at him. The bastard!
"Well Belikov, it seems you have my record, but you know nothing about me! At all, anyone who even knows me slightly knows I am certainly not a brat, or a slut!"
That insufferable man just smiled indulgently, as you would at a child.
"No?"
I exploded. "No! Rich, maybe, but spoiled definitely not! I don't think you can get spoiled when your father doesn't even remember your fucking name!"
My voice broke at the end and I clapped a hand over my traitor mouth. What the hell? I hadn't even told Lissa that, no one knew! But he had just... Gah! He was still staring at me, but with a hint of mockery.
"Aw, poor Rose doesn't have a daddy who loves her. But at least she didn't have a father who beat up her mother and sisters!" That last part came out quickly in a rush, like he hadn't meant to say that. In fact, he quickly turned away, and raked a hand through his hair. I opened my mouth but then closed it. What was I supposed to say? How do you comfort someone about that? Do I even comfort him?
I sighed, long and drawn out, "Well, we both have pretty messed up families.
"I have nothing in common with you. And do not presume just because you have money that you are important or even of consequence." He snapped. "And I will unfortunately be seeing you soon, as today is Friday, and we have weekend sessions. I have already wasted too much time with you. Unlike you, I actually matter to some people. So get out."
That stung. "With pleasure." I snapped. "And isn't it amazing how you can hate a person passionately after spending less than two hours with them?"
With that, I swept out of the room and into second period, of which I had missed ten minutes of. After being chewed out by a sour looking teacher who smelt like onions, I took my seat. The class was English, and utterly boring. Plus, the words Belikov had said were spinning around my head. I wasn't a brat, or a slut. But I needed a tutor, or I would fail high school miserably.
I sighed, it was impossible to me to think I wasn't affected by his words, because I was. But hey, I was Rosemarie Mazur, neglected, abused and downtrodden. As if I would allow the spiteful words of an ignorant bastard to hurt me. As the bell rang, I fished in my bag for my schedule and discovered it was morning break. The day here was mercifully short, and only 6 short periods.
1st- History Mazur/Belikov
2nd- English- Alto
Break
3rd- Maths- Ivashkov
4th- Religious Education- Sage
Break
5th- PE- Dragomir
6th Music- Karp
I grinned at the last two. I loved music, anything to do with music. I could play reasonably well, but my speciality was singing. Lissa told me I had the voice of an angel. I suppose she was right. I also was pretty good at sport, although now, contact sports were a no-no. Smiling, I found Lissa in the cafe and told her about the mornings events.
"I can't believe he said that, he is such a bitch! I mean, you could totally sue!" I laughed at her and prepared to enter hell.
The café.
Likies, no likies? Was Dimka too harsh? I just love making him mean! But his daddy wasn't too nice, was he? Anyways, R&R plz,
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