Okay so Chapter four and Rose's mom is going to make an appearance and the st Vlads grapevine is putting the BBC News to shame.

You guys are amazing; I can't believe I actually have regular reviewers XD

I'm using one of your suggestions Eta Carinae1 and no Mia isn't evil in this story but perhaps a little misguided. Got to have some fun with them after all. I agree with you on the godliness though. He has to be perfect lol It spoils my delusions otherwise.

Rose POV

Okay I was going to commit a murder before this day was out. I had hardly slept all night because I was worrying for Dimitri's life to say nothing of my own, when my mom arrived later today and I had gotten a real reaming out from Alberta over my "Appalling behaviour towards my counsellor who was just trying to do her job." Apparently my faked outburst had upset her. Good.

It was just a shame Alberta and Dimitri didn't follow my line of reasoning. I had been shoved onto another counsellor and told in no uncertain terms that if I didn't co operate things would be ten times more difficult for both me and Dimitri.

On top of all that I had to deal with the rumours started by some cretin who had overheard two guardians talking about the investigation and in the space of 9 hours I had gone from a suspected kissing to having sex doggie style on the practise mats or being raped by my mentor and then covering for him depending on who you asked.

Don't I wish! Chance would be a very fine thing but we weren't being left alone together for more than 30 seconds at a time and there were whispers and sniggers every time we stopped to speak in the halls.

All our practice sessions were being monitored by whoever was free at the time and the training rooms which had once felt like a sanctuary from whatever was worrying me was starting to feel like a goldfish bowl.

Walking down the hallway I heard a voice behind me calling out.

"Rose! Hey Rose! What's the hurry?"

Jesse fucking Zeklos. One of the last people I felt like seeing right now. I kept walking ignoring him but he dodged round in front of me to block my path.

"You didn't answer my question. What's the hurry?" He wore a smug smirk which tipped me off that he was going to come out with something that left me no alternative other than to punch him so I shoved roughly past him.

"I'm late for training. Your question isn't exactly top priority for me right now."

His smirk grew bigger. "Well I won't keep you then. What's he teaching you today? Doggy style or sixty-nine? Don't you think its kind of weird getting off on being raped?"

The shock of what he had just said in front of everyone only registered for a split second before my fist made acquaintance with his jaw, sending him sprawling. I turned and walked away towards the gym.

As I walked the numb feeling began to wear off and I realised my hand was hurting like hell. Most of what my knuckles had caught was bone; should have gone for the nose instead. Not that it would have made much difference I figured looking at my already bruised hand. Not with the amount of force I used. I didn't actually remember deciding to hit him; it had been more of a reflex.

My eyes were prickling with tears and I quickly wiped them away with my uninjured hand. I hadn't cried since being on the jet after Spokane when I found out Mason was still alive. I forced them back with a will knowing that I would probably end up bawling in my room all through dinner. But I'd be damned if I let anyone see me cry. I wasn't giving Jesse the satisfaction of hearing that his words had gotten to me.

I entered the gym 15 minutes late immediately drawing concerned expressions from Dimitri and Stan who was obviously observing today.

"Sorry I'm late." I muttered at Dimitri, my voice cracking slightly.

"Rose, what happened?" He asked, looking worried as he approached and took hold of my wrist to examine the hand I had been holding to my chest. He swore in Russian as he saw the bruising and immediately went for the first aid kit.

"Who did you hit?"

"Jesse Zeklos." I replied quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. I was NOT going to cry in front of Stan. He was such a sadistic bastard, he'd probably enjoy it.

"Why?" Dimitri didn't sound mad, just curious.

"He said some stuff. The whole schools talking about us you know? They're all saying I'm a whore."

I didn't add what I had heard in the cafeteria that morning. A Moroi girl had been talking about it with her friends and had actually said that I had probably asked to be raped going to practice in such slutty clothes. That was another of the rumours going around. That Dimitri had just raped me and I had enjoyed it and covered up for him. I was really hoping he hadn't heard that one yet and that the other guardians would put a stop to it before he did.

I realised Dimitri was waiting for an answer. He had obviously asked me something while I had been wallowing in misery. Seeming to know that I hadn't heard the first time around he repeated his question while pressing gently on my knuckles and feeling to see if I had broken anything.

"What kind of stuff?"

I hesitated, glancing at Stan who was standing nearby also looking a little concerned.

I shook my head. "I don't want you to hear it. Don't worry though; he won't be saying it again. I think I broke his jaw." This didn't seem to have the reassuring effect it was supposed to. If anything he looked even more worried.

Stan spoke for the first time. "I've heard some of the rumours and they aren't pleasant, Belikov. The students have very sick little minds; its probably best you don't hear them; for the sake of health and safety."

Dimitri squeezed my good hand firmly. "Don't let them get to you. It'll be fine; no one with any say around here actually believes all this stupidity."

I nodded and took a deep breath trying to stead myself. I hadn't been this close to tears since our little rendezvous on the roof and the urge to throw my arms round his waist and hide my face was surfacing again. I shook it off and straightened up. "Its okay, I'm okay. We should train."

Dimitri shook his head. "Not with that hand. Wait till the bruising goes down and we'll train then."

I wanted to protest but it wouldn't have done any good. Instead I got up and grabbed my jacket.

Dimitri followed me saying something to Stan about walking me back to avoid any more punch ups.

We walked in silence most of the way back to my dorm before Dimitri spoke.

"What time is your mother arriving?"

I shrugged. "Not sure. A few hours maybe."

"Meet me on the roof in an hour if you want to talk. We aren't going to get any privacy anywhere else."

I gave him an impish smile. "When you say talk..."

"I mean words Roza, actual talking." He smiled though and my stomach did a little nervous flipflop.

He dropped me off at the entrance to my dorm and thankfully I didn't run into anyone on my way up. My happy glowy feeling didn't last long though. I stepped into my room to find a very pissed off Lissa sitting on my bed.

Okay, sorry if this comes across as kind of rushed but I hope you like and as always reviews are my lifeblood so please leave me feedback :D I'll try to get the next chapter up by Wednesday if I'm not too busy.