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I was nominated as captain of my team and each team warmed up by doing drills. In the last thirty minutes we played 5 minute games against the other teams. They were fun and it was only so that Comrade (as I had nicknamed him) could judge our performance.

The class ended, and I said bye to my friends. I stalked up to Dimitri, ready to start the next two months of hell.

"Hey Grandpa," I asked "are we going to start detention now. The sooner it's over the sooner we can both get back to having a life."

"Help me pack up this stuff and I'll count it towards your hour" he said dryly, as he stuffed several soccer balls into the bag with the rest of them.

I started to collect the horrid orange miniature witch's cones we had used for the drills earlier.

We stashed the stuff from class away, not really talking as we went. I did however notice the red shirt Dimitri wore, which was pulled tight across his chest.

"You have the body of the god." I whispered to myself.

"What did you say?" Dimitri turned, as he was stuffing the cones up onto the shelf up above where the balls were hanging.

I blushed a deep red, unwillingly and mumbled "nothing." He lifted an eyebrow, which made him look sexy. OMG I can't believe I just thought that. He's my teacher. That is so wrong.

Once everything way away we had cut ten minutes into the hour of detention I had that night.

Dimitri opened the door to the west wing. I think a slight gasp escaped my lips. It was horrible. Everything was two inches thick with dusk.

"Are you sure there isn't something else I can do for detention?" I groaned.

"Come on Rose, Let's start in here." I shrugged and followed.

Fifty minutes later, my nose was swollen, my eyes were itchy and I hated dusk. Dimitri had ordered me to clean the desks off and wash them down with hot soapy water before dusting the book selves. He sat down and watched while I cleaned. Well actually he drew out a western novel and read.

He looked odd sitting at the desk. He was 6'7 and his legs were folded up and looked painful.

He looked up at the clock, it read 4:30. He unfolded himself gently.

"You're done for the day rose." He gave me a small smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the same time."

He pulled his duster on a left.

I sighed. Throwing the sponge I had used back into the bucket, put everything away and followed.

I woke up at four thirty the next morning. I usually was never up before seven. EVER. Even then it was a struggle.

I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. Dark brown eyes flashed through my mind. I gulped. This was getting ridiculous. I was not and never would be in love with my teacher. Especially, the one who had caused me to have two months detention that would probably leave me with a constantly blocked sinus. But then I thought of the muscle and power of his body. I wondered what it would be like to be wrapped in his arms.

I realised there was no way in hell I was getting to sleep anytime tonight. Giving up, I slipped out of bed, threw my hair in to a messy bun, and pulled a jumper over my tank top and spotted shorts. The jumper was big enough that it made it seem as though I had no pants on at all.

I opened my window gently trying to be as quiet as possible. I looked down. I was thankful I was only on the second story, although last year we used to stay in a lot of places where I would have to sneak out from a second or thirst story place and I wasn't used to the feel of the walls.

I lowered myself out of the window, so that only the tips of my fingers clutched at the sill. It was about a foot and half's drop to the next story which jutted out enough to land on. I hoped.

I jumped. Landing with my legs bent as much as possible to absorb the blow and to keep the noise to a minimum. I looked down thankful I hadn't fallen and repeated the process of gently lowering my body over the edge.

Letting go I fell with a light thud. I looked up, wondering how I was going to get back in later but I would work that out at another time.

I crept to the corner of the dorm, and snuck a peek around. There was no one there, it was eerily quiet and I made a dash across the next building. I kept going; my aim was to get to the oval. I decided I wanted to go for a run.

I hadn't run as much as I had wanted to in the last two years because most places were unsuitable, especially because I preferred to run in the morning, when it was cooler. I could still run 3 miles with ease. I started to jog slowly, doing one lap of the running track to warm up.

Four laps in and I had set my pace and breathing and was content. Running was one thing that always helped my clear my mind. I planned on doing 12 laps of the oval before sneaking back to the dorm.

A dark figure caught my eye at the other end of the track. By now it was about 5, and as it was summer the sun was not up but it was getting lighter. I slowed to a jog, afraid it was probably a teacher because curfew was between ten and six.

I got closer, but still couldn't see who it was. It looked like a man.

"ROSE! What are you doing out here?" Called a voice I knew

SHIT. My Russian Jailer just had to be the one to find me. I fastened my pace and ran until I reached him, ready for the bitching out I was about to get.

"Hey Mr. Belikov" I said approaching "what are you doing out here?" I was met by a deep chuckle.

"Firstly, don't try to change the subject. What are you doing out here? Second, call me Dimitri when no one else is around. I hate Mr. Belikov but I'm supposed to enforce my students by calling me it. And lastly I'm running, like I do every morning, before working out a little before classes. I like to get here early so no students are around." As he finished this he gave me a look.

"Sorry, I'm running because I couldn't sleep. I like running because it keeps up my stamina and helps with my martial arts."

"What's your gift?" He asked as we set off running, obviously he wasn't going to punish me for being out before curfew.

"Martial arts, particularly Karate." I replied, returning my breathing to the beat I had been before.

"Would you like to work on it in the mornings with me? I will have to get permission from Kirova for being outside of Curfew, which by the way, you're doing right now and as such you're going to do an extra half an hour of cleaning today." Damn I guess I spoke too soon.

"That would be great." I replied smiling. I wonder why he was being so nice.

"Great meet me at 5 each morning then." I groaned thinking at the hour I had to get up. "I'll get it to count towards the improvement of your gift you have to do each year." Each year we had to work at our gift with one of our teachers for 50 hours. For example, Lissa would volunteer to help with the preschool nearby while, Christian would often be a bodyguard for school events and Adrian was the student representative on the school board.

After we finished running, we headed to the room beside the gym which had an actual gym to work out in. Along with weights, there were bags and manikins and in the middle were mats for sparring.

We headed for the mats.

I took my jumper off to give me more freedom, blushing a little when I realised how little I had on underneath.

"Step of the mat, or be pinned and lose. Ready?"

"Yeah." I said squaring him up.

"GO"

I ducked as he came at me. I jabbed forward but pulled it at the last minute to roundhouse kick him in the thigh. He grunted at the impact but returned the kick with an elbow. I dodged but he grazed my side. We kept at it for another two minutes before he just out right tackled me to the ground.

"No fair" I panted.

He held my wrists above my head, with one leg on either side of my body. Looking down at me, he looked and didn't stop. His gaze travelled down my body, and seemed to be noticing my body.

I gulped, His gaze making me feel naked. He's gaze then landed back on my eyes, he's dark brown eyes, that had haunted me, looked back. I felt his hard, warm body against mine. My mind going to dirty places. I blushed, as if he could read my mind and looked away.

Then as if it never happened, he stood up, reaching a hand down to help me up to.

"Rose, your good, but you could improve." He spoke briskly.
"I'll get permission from Kirova, and let you know this afternoon at detention."

He grabbed the duster he had discarded and left. I feel back on the mat wondering what had just happened.

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More training, making out or laughing.

XxKatie