chapter 3
"You are not going out with Adrian Ivaskov." Dimitri said. Hmph, do I sense jealousy? And I knew it was there, I just knew it.
"Yes I am," I tightened my lips, "you have no say in what I do."
"You're my student, I'm your teacher, and you're also under eighteen. I have every say in what your decisions are."
"Listen Dimitri," my voice was filled with power," I am not going to go and mess around Adrian. He's a Moroi, and you taught me better. Any ways he and I are just, going to the movies. Publicly. So don't get your panties in a bunch. " I made a small lie, but I don't think Dimitri noticed.
I walked off, and I swear I heard him say something, something like, "Watch your self Hathaway."
That day, I barely got a slap on the wrists for my actions. I told the head Moroi that I was cramping. So no punishment, also since it was my first time *being caught*.
The rest of my classes flew on by, since they were with Lissa and Christian wasn't there to my Lissa's feelings skyrocket. I told Lissa about me and Adrian's friendly date, and other useless drama around school.
When I got back to my dorm, I threw my bag next to the door and slashed myself onto the bed.
I was so tired, and I really didn't feel like handling Adrian today. But since the fact that I might get drunk at the bar had my hopes up, so I still had to get ready.
I picket sleek black dress. It was tight but covered my up pretty well. But like my mom says, 'a dress that tight might as well be showing everything'. Oh god, you can just gag me.
The dress had a V neck and was perfect for the type of body I had.
Most Moroi girls at this school where skinny and came with a skinny body structure. But, I guess I took after my human features because my body wasn't skinny but curvy. And I loved it.
I primped myself up with a tiny bit of makeup. I used as much as I could due to the scarcity of it that I had.
After a while, I got myself to looking good, and waited for Adrian to come to the front of my dorm. Well if he's going to come to the girl's dorm, might as well make him look for me.
After about thirty minutes, I guess he gave up and asked one of the janitors for my room number, and he knocked on my door.
He gaped just a little bit then finally spoke, "Hey Rose."
His smile made me curious, and I wondered if I actually looked better than I usually do.
"What?" I smiled and looked Adrian in the eye, "something wrong?"
"No Rose, you just look amazing." He gave me a crooked smile and I replied back, "Thanks, you don't look to bad yourself."
When I finally realized it, I saw that Adrian looked exceptionally well. He wore dark brown jeans with a blue button down shirt.
"Ready?" He said.
"Yep."