I feel like an idiot. Why? I deleted both (the old and new) chapters just now and have to do it.

I am officially a fucktard.

I'm going to start now and shut up

I own a black sparkly shirt, a barrel saddle, green reins and Tony Lama boots but I do not own Vampire Academy.

"Fuck that." As soon as those two little words came out I wish I could've just reached out and crammed them back into my big mouth.

Fortunately enough I think Guardian Miraz was slowly but surely getting used to me shocking him on a daily basis.

"I'll just go about as if I didn't hear that, maybe then you will restrain yourself from babbling." Miraz said rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You're orientation will begin in 15 minutes, follow me." He finished and promptly turned and started down a hallway.

After a second's hesitation I slowly jogged to catch up with him and then asked the question which had just popped into my mind, "Orientation isn't in the protocol, don't you just tell me who and where they are and I start following them around?"

"This orientation is under special circumstances, you're charge will be Mr. Adrian Ivashkov." Miraz replied still looking straight forward and turning here and there.

"Not to question you or anything but, seeing as he lives in the court does he really need a guardian? And even if he does I would assume he already has enough at his disposal?" I said not really understanding the situation.

"As I said, it's under special circumstances. Mr. Ivashkov will explain everything." As he said that I had a feeling the conversation was over.

I was just supposed to wait? Wait till they felt like telling me? Dicks.

We got to a dead end hallway where Guardian Miraz open a door to a room about a half of a baby elephant bigger than where Harry Potter lived, I would not lie to you.

There was a table with one chair on one side and two on the other.. I walked in begrudgingly and Miraz closed the door behind me.

I don't really know how long I sat in that little solitary confinement room but in whatever amount of time it was my mind burned through topics as fast as a Nebraska drag race. Weird Novah-ish topics like: the size of Bratz dolls heads, why Bug's Bunny is so tall, if Robin from Winnie the Pooh was a narcotic addict, if lillipop sticks are toxic (if so I'd die)- then my thinking was disrupted by the door opening.

A man appeared in the door way and it didn't click in my brain that he was upside down, well I was upside down.

- Another Nova thing: when I'm sitting with nothing to do for certain periods of time I turn and sit upside down, I've done it as long as I can remember; something about lack of oxygen in the womb. Just kidding I'm almost 25% positive I'm healthy and completely functioning.

I straightened myself quickly and ran my fingers through my long hair to try and tame it.

I'm not going to sit here and lie about my charge, Adrian Ivashkov was one of the most attractive people I'd ever seen in my whole life. No exaggerations. He'd mastered that just rolled out of bed hair style as if he invented it but on him it looked oddly classy. His face was exactly asymmetrical making it perfect and his stubble contrasted against it in a good way.

Even with his shoulder's slightly slumped and dark circles he had an air of confidence about him, like he could do anything he wanted with ease.

He looked at me with an emotionless expression and walked silently to the chair across from me.

Since I decided to put in some effort to this new position I spoke first, "Hello Mr. Ivashkov I am Novah Chaste, you can call me Guardian Chaste or Novah, it doesn't make much of a difference to me."

"And you're assuming I care about what it means to you?" He snapped. Ouch.

This would be more difficult than I thought. I assumed the hardest part would be being completely devoted to protecting but I realized the challenge of this charge would be not only protecting him but to restrain myself from killing him at the same time.

If he wasn't going to be civil I saw no reason to be so after that little snarky comment I sat back in my chair, folded my arms, bit my tongue and blankly stared at the asshole I would be saddled with living with for god knows how long.

"How about I do all the talking for now?" He said also leaning back in his chair. "I'm leaving court, for personal reasons which you are not to ask me about, and I don't want a guardian who will be very… strict I guess is the word. So in order for us to get along I would like it to be known that I'm not exactly in the mood for company or anyone telling me what to do. I hope that was short and simple enough for you to comprehend, we leave tomorrow 8:00. I will expect you to be ready by then."

With that he stood up and before I knew it was gone, leaving me very confused and very irritated.

I don't know what was his problem and I didn't know how long I would be able to deal with him being on his man period.

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