CHAPTER 14:

AN: I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!

Sorry that I haven't updated in FOREVER, but my dad had knee surgery, and then it got infected so he had to go to the hospital AGAIN, and then my aunt decided that my cousin and I should go on a last minute trip to the beach, and then band camp started, so I haven't had a lot of time, or when I did, everything I started writing turned to utter CRAP! I am very sorry, but I'm writing now. I might not be able to update much the next few weeks because I'm going to be at marching band camp for 6-8 hours a day, and afterwards, I'm EXHAUSTED!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I'm REALLY, REALLY, REEEEEEEEEALLY SORRY!

CHAPTER 14: DPOV

Adrian Fucking Ivashkov. He pissed me off so damn much. The worst part was that I knew it was all an act. I knew he just acted like an immature ass. And it really, really ticked me off. Especially when he was flirting with my sister.

Still, I had promised my Roza that I would talk to him. Civilized. Not screaming. Of course, that was before I found him in Viktoria's room. But I would do almost anything that Roza asked me to, now. And she had a point. He did save my life.

I sighed. I was currently standing in front of the devil's door, trying to think of how I could talk civilly with him. I was coming up blank, so I just knocked anyways.

After a few minutes, Ivashkov opened the door. He looked at me, confused.

I sighed. "I promised Roza I would talk to you."

"By talk, do you mean scream at me about being with your sister?" He asked, looking hesitant. Honestly, I couldn't blame him.

"As much as I would love to do that, no. I mean talk like normal, civilized people."

"Oh…Ummm… Okay. Come in…I guess." He stepped back to let me in.

I walked inside.

"Do you want something to drink or something?" Ivashkov asked awkwardly.

"No thanks. I don't drink much liquor. Especially this early."

"I don't live off liquor. I have soda, too. And water." He said, a small smile forming on his face.

I shrugged. "I'm fine."

"Suit yourself." He said walking over to the sofa. I took a seat in the chair nearby.

"So, what is this "talk" about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I groaned. "I respect you. Sometimes. I know all this," I gestured around me. "Is an act. And it pisses me off. Which is why I don't really like you. And you were with Roza. And you're kind of with my sister." I rushed out.

My charge chuckled. "Apparently, everyone knows it's an act. And I may have been with Rose, but I never had her. She always wanted you." He said looking at me, pointedly.

"Also, yes, I am with your sister. I know you are afraid I'm going to hurt her, but despite what you may think, I have no intention of hurting her. I love her."

I was taken aback. He was right. Even if I knew his life was an act, I wasn't sure if Viktoria was a part of the act or if he genuinely cared for her.

"And," He continued. "If I ever do hurt her, you are more than welcome to kill me."

I snorted. "Believe me. I will."

He grinned. "I know. And Belikov?"

"Yes, Ivashkov?"

"I respect you, too. And you know you could call me Adrian, like everyone else." He was still grinning.

I raised my eyebrows. "I guess that means you should call me Dimitri."

His grin grew wider. "I guess so, Dimitri."

"So we've reached an agreement then, Adrian?"

"You mean we know we respect each other and will call each other by first names because we dislike each other a little bit less now?"

"Yes."

"Then I suppose so."

"Good." I paused, thinking.

Apparently, Adrian saw my face change. "What is it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Hmm. Just thinking…We had an entire conversation without screaming. I guess I have more self-control than I thought."

He snorted and chuckled. "You think?"

AN: Hope you liked it. I'm kind of running out of ideas, but I don't want it to end, so if you have any ideas, please let me know. Let me know what you think! SORRY FOR THE WAIT! Thanks for reading!

-Haru