A / N : I love this chapter ! I was at my course when I wrote this ! LOLS . Yes , I was meant to be doing work . Thanking Nicki Minaj foa her guest appearance ! heheeh .

Chapter 8. Rose's POV. Back In The Swing Of Things.

The next morning at breakfast I got told that Headmistress Kirova wanted to see me in her office. I said goodbye to the gang and headed to the office. I was sent straight into see Kirova.

"Ah, Rose. How was your first night back?" she asked as I sat.

"Eventful," I replied. She nodded and got straight to business.

"So, the reason I called you here is because the staff and I think it will be a good idea if you mentored Dimitri before and after class until he is aware of all things Moroi," she said. I was shocked.

"I have to teach him shi- stuff?" I asked her. She nodded.

"How to hold and use a stake, the history of Vladimir and Anna," she explained.

"Isn't that the point of Moroi Culture 4?" I replied. She looked really annoyed at my question.

"Okay, teaching Dimitri Moroi history it is. Is that all?" I said, ready to get up and leave.

"Actually, there is one more thing," she started. Uh-oh, I thought. She knows about the party and Dimitri beating the shit out of Adrian.

"There will be a new program starting this year," she said. I breathed a sigh of relief. She proceeded to tell me that my class group would be paired with a preppie (A / N : In Australia , Prep are four year olds . That is the class before Year 1 .) and they would become our Younger Buddy. We will look out for them and they will be spending Fridays with us doing Activity Rotation.

"Sounds fun," I smiled.

"I'm glad you think so," she replied, also smiling. Something she really shouldn't do. She didn't suit it one bit.

"You may go. Don't want to be late for class," she added. I nodded and got up, thanking her. For what, I really wasn't sure.

To my absolute horror, I had Stan first up. Of course. That was the only time I spaced out. Today wasn't any different.

"I wish I could have this moment for life, for life, for life. Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive," Nicki sang. It was really loud so I looked around. There were people everywhere and Drake, the singer/ rapper was standing beside Nicki Minaj in the middle of a gigantic stage. Oh. Em. Gee! I was at Nicki Minaj's Pink Friday concert!

"Yeeeeaaaaahhhh!" I yelled. Drake started belting out his verse.

"Yeah.

Yeaahh.

Yeaaahhh, ugh.

What I tell 'em hoes bow, bow, bow to me. Drop to your knees.

Young money, the Mafia, that's word to Lil Cease." I swear I wasn't even thinking when I grabbed my camera out of my bag and started taking photos of Nicki and Drake singing away.

The song finished and Nicki thanked Drake from the bottom of her heart for being able to sing with her.

"Nicki. I will always have the time to jam with you. Just drop me a line and we'll do it again. Give it up for the luscious Nicki Minaj!" Drake replied, yelling the end bit.

I started yelling and cheering with the rest of the crowd. Drake walked off the stage then Nicki started singing Dear Old Nicki. Lissa, Dimitri and Mason walked up to me then.

"Have you been here the whole time? We've been looking for you for ages!" Lissa yelled over the song.

"Where else would I be?" I shouted, shrugging before turning back to the stage.

The concert finished when that song did. It was amazing. Nicki was amazing.

"Wait. Where are you going?" Nicki asked her crowd.

"Home?" someone from the back yelled out.

"First, I want to ask who has the ticket number 86C?" she asked. 86C. Why did that sound so familiar? I thought. I dug into my pocket for my ticket. Sure enough. It was 86C.

"I do!" I called.

"Come on. Come up on stage," she said.

"Photos," I numbly hissed at Lissa and the boys. They nodded and I stumbled up to the stage.

"So what's your name?" she asked me. NICKI MINAJ just asked me what my name is!

"Rose Ozera," I replied. She hugged me! I may faint.

"Nice to meet you, Rose," she replied.

"It's an honor to meet you!" I said.

"Naww," she blushed. BLUSHED!

"The reason you're up here is because you have just won a Nicki Minaj prize pack!" she said. Oh my GOD!

"Are you serious?" I asked. This has to be a joke!

"Of course I am. Wayne," she called. What? Who's Wayne? Just then, LIL Wayne walked into the stage.

"Oh, my God," I mumbled. He was holding a huge basket wrapped in pink cellophane.

He was perfectly capable holding the basket in one hand. He extending his free arm towards me. I hugged him.

"Nice to meet you, Rose," he said.

"It really is a pleasure," I beamed. He gave me another hug before handing me the gigantic basket to me.

"Thank you so, so much," I said to them both, "I really am grateful." Lil Wayne nodded and Nicki smiled.

"You're welcome. You ready to come backstage and hang?" Nicki asked. My mouth gaped open. Oh, my FREAKING GOD! I had to breathe deeply to regain my composure.

"Can my mates come, too?" I asked.

"Only one ticket was called…" Lil Wayne started.

"Then no. Thank you. For everything. I mean it. But I'm not going to ditch my friends to hang. Even if it is with a really famous rapper," I said.

"Are you CRAZY!" someone from the crowd yelled. Oh, shit. I had forgotten I was standing in front of a crowd! I immediately went red.

"Wayne. It's okay. Your friends can come, Rose."

"Rose. Rose. ROSE!" Why did Nicki keep repeating my name?

"Wake UP!" someone yelled.

I opened my eyes. That was a dream? God, dammit!

"What!" I said harshly. Stan was standing in front of me. Oh, shit.

"Can you tell me why you were sleeping during my class?" he asked me.

"Because I was tired. Probably bored, too. I can't remember," I replied. Stan got angry then. His face went really red.

"Right, you think this was boring? You're going to have heaps more fun writing lines after school today!" he yelled. I rolled my eyes and yawned mockingly.

"Uh-huh," I replied. His veins started popping out of his neck. Ew.

"Get out of my classroom!" he screeched. I laughed.

"You think being kicked out of class is a punishment? Are you deluded?" I said to him as I got up. His mouth bobbed open. Lol. He was too shocked to say anything. Not that I blame him because this is the first time I have ever back talked a teacher.

Stan had followed me to the door and slammed it behind me. Right. Where was I meant to go now? I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed to the library.

"Hi, Rose. Aren't you meant to be in Guardian Alto's class right now?" the librarian asked me. To be honest, I forgot her name. I nodded.

"Would I be able to use one of the computers?" I asked.

"Your purpose?" she answered. I thought about it for a moment.

"Facebook," I replied. She smiled and pointed.

"Number eleven." I thanked her and headed to the eleventh computer. I know that Lissa would let me on her computer, but she was in class and my internet wasn't connected yet. I pulled my iPod touch out of my pocket while I waited for the computer to turn on. Here I Am was already playing.

"It's a joke, it's a game. Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed. I'm a woman, hear me roar," I sang. The computer loaded and I clicked into Facebook and logged in. 18 notifications, nine inboxes and five friend requests. Oh, my God. Clicking on the notifications, I saw that most of them were because Drew had written on my wall. I clicked one. You're a dirty ass hoe and no one wants you. Good Lord, did he feel tough writing this garbage? I deleted the wall posts and went into Drew's page. You, Drew, are nothing but a girl basher. You do this because you feel insecure about yourself. I wouldn't be surprised if later on down the track, I hear you've been sent to jail. I hate all the pain you've caused me and all the stupid lies I believed. Drew, I hope you burn in hell. To all the girls reading, block and delete this jerk from your Facebook. You could be his target. I am still shocked at myself because I believed the lies he talks. That's how he sucks you in. He pretends to care and love you, then he turns nasty and starts bashing you and telling you that you're worthless. Please listen to my warning/plea. Don't listen to a word he says. Please. Do it for yourself. Don't risk it.

I posted it and scrolled to the bottom of his page and blocked him.

"Take that, asshole," I said to myself. I moved into the other notifications. From human school, saying they missed me. I replied quickly. I wanted to know who the inboxes were from.

Turns out three of them were from Drew, two were from my father, one was from Lissa asking when I was going to be coming back to St. Vlads, the other three were from humans, asking when I'd see them again. I deleted the ones from Drew, ignored the two from Dad and replied to the rest, giving Lissa some sort of smartass reply.

Four of the friend requests were from people here at St. Vlads. I was shocked to see one was Adrian. What the hell? Wasn't he already my friend? Oh that's right, I'd removed him because he kept hitting on me over Chat. I chewed on my lip. Should I accept it again? I accepted the ones from St. Vlad's but clicked 'Not Now' in Adrian's. The fifth request was from Lina, Dad's girlfriend. I deleted that request.

Someone tapped my shoulder then. I turned the iPod off and looked up.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I didn't like the look on his face.

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