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Was this really the girl who was so disruptive that I was needed to mentor her so that she was not expelled? She was beautiful like her name. Rosemarie, Rose, Roza. I watched as she licked her lips as Head Mistress Kirova explained who I was, those soft lips perfect for kissing. Fuck- I can not think of her like that. She's going to be my student, plus she is seventeen and I'm twenty two. Screw that she is too beautiful for me to think sensibly. I mentally slapped myself and started to listen to the very important conversation happening in front of me.
"You put him in hospital Miss Hathaway, that is no laughing matter." Kirova said.
Rose shrugged at her comment- remaining silent as she had throughout the rest of the conversation.
"Do not shrug your shoulders at me. Mr Zeklos' parents have decided not to press charges because of your situation, but you're going to have to face the truth. Mr Ashford's death was tragic but your behavior is uncalled for."
At this Rosemarie stood up abruptly, before roughly pushing away from the desk. She was silent as she did so before walking out of Kirova's office and slamming the door behind her.
"She always does that. Shuts off the moment we bring up the topic of her friend Mason Ashford's death. Rosemarie has very serious anger issues and lashes out at people. Mr Zeklos set her off with comments about Mr Ashford, so please tread carefully if you do decide to mention it. I'm sure you must be tired after your flight Mr Belikov. You will find your room in the east wing of the teachers building." with that the handed me a small stainless steel key with the number 102 engraved on it.
I found my room with ease, it was next to the room of a teacher named Stan Alto. The room I'd been assigned was plain with a shelf just big enough to fit my collection of western novels and 80's music. They are my guilty pleasures, I admit it. I kicked of my shoes letting them fly across the room, jumped onto the surprisingly comfortable double bed and fell into a peaceful slumber.
When I woke up I discovered that I had overslept and rushed down to the gym in a desperate attempt to not being late. I arrived with just enough time to compose myself before my first class came in.
They were a group of rowdy teenagers and there in the middle of the group she stood. Rosemarie Hathaway - in my first class, with her arm around the shoulders of a boy with black hair and blue eyes. How dare he stand that close to my Roza.
Wait, my Roza?
I sound like a hormonal jealous boyfriend. I was relieved when the black hair and blue eyed douche kissed a blonde girl with jade green eyes.
As soon as I had the attention of the students I introduced myself.
"Hello my name is Dimitri Belikov and I am your new P.E teacher."