My day today can be explained in one simple word, exhausting. After school officially ended I had to go back to all my previous classes and talk to my teachers. It wasn't cause I did something wrong or anything like that. But because I did transfer two months into the school year they had to catch me up on what the other students were learning.

All the teachers went over the same thing. They told me about the curriculum, what they expected of me, they showed me the syllabus, and lastly they told me to pick up all my textbooks at the library.

By the time I actually left the school building it was 7:30 and dark outside. I want nothing more than to run to my dorm and jump into my bed. But I had to go pick up 6 textbooks from the library.

Problem is I have absolutely no idea where the library is and it seems like everyone visibly disappeared from the campus. Walking around I see no one at all and it's actually scary as hell.

I guess they were all somewhere partying, that happened all that time at my old boarding school. We always hung out by the beach and had bonfires, though I really don't see any of these psychopaths sitting around the campfire holding hands singing Kumbaya.

Somehow looking for the library I ended up in the boys dorm. I was about to turn around and walk out when someone called out from one of the rooms.

"Watcha' doing here?"

I turn around and see Christian.

"I'm looking for the library." I say.

"Well you're not going to find it here, it's on the other side of campus." he says.

"Oh, okay." I say about to turn around and leave.

"You know you should ask about the historic section," he says with a glint of excitement in his eyes," I've heard that they have some pretty interesting things there."

"Thanks." I say gratefully.

Maybe he wasn't so bad. He looked genuinely nice. The only thing that was a little weird was when he recommended the historic section. He looked, I don't know, excited? Like he knew something was about to happen, like he was planning something.

When I get to the east wing I push open the large wooden double doors. The smell off books was something I always took comfort in. Looking around I see rows after rows off books, some shelves were so high up there was ladders. Never in my life have I seen so many books and I already know that this is going to be one of my favorite places in the school.

Finally I found some people, other than Christian. Some students were studying, others having a quiet conversation. I walk to the main desk in the middle of the library. Behind it sat an old man, that sort of reminded me of my grandfather.

He looks up from a book and sees me.

"Hello", he says smiling,"Can I help you find something?"

I smile and look down at nameplate. Victor Dashkov.

"Um-yeah, I'm new and my teachers wanted me to pick up my textbooks." I say.

"Ah-yes may I have your class schedule?" he asks.

I nod and hand it to him. He looks at it and then walks to a bookshelf behind his desk. He pulls out textbook after textbook handing them to me. By the time he gave me the last book I had a pile up to my chin.

"You're in my Bible class? I didn't see you there today." he says.

I had to pick an elective for last period but since I started school late all the good electives were filled. My only option was between Bible class or student staff, which basically meant I'd be a janitor. And in all honestly Bible wouldn't be too bad. I'm not really a religious person but it wouldn't hurt to learn about it.

"Yeah, I signed up today so I had a study hall instead. I'll be in class tomorrow though."

He nods,"Well is that all you need?"

"Actually can you show me to the historic section?" I ask.

He smiles nicely and points to the left," All the way at the end."

I nod,"Thank you."

"You're welcome," he says looking down at my schedule and then handing it back to me," It was nice to meet you Rose."

He walks to his desk and goes back to his book.

I walk down the rows of books, and my hands started cramping up. How the hell was I going to walk with all these books back to my room if I can't even walk to the other side of a room.

When I finally reach the historic section I bend over and put the books on the floor in a neat pile. A warm feeling spread throughout my body, and I suddenly had a strange urge to look up. I do just that and my eyes fall on him, Dimitri.

He had his back to me and was sitting down at a table. The sleeves to his plaid shirt were bunched up above his elbows and he was hunched over the desk writing something. No, drawing something. I don't know why but I had a really weird feeling that he was drawing me. I move behind a bookcase to get a better look and instantly gasp.

I cup a hand over my mouth and crouch down behind the bookcase praying to God that he didn't hear me. Why the hell does he decide to look up right when I was looking at him. He scared the shit out of me, for a second there I thought he saw me.

I look back up and see him drawing again.

The way he looked though... it reminded me of last night. In my dream I had an old long dress, my hair was pulled back into a braid. I was sneaking around behind a boy. And just like Dimitri he was hunched over drawing me. I never saw his face though, my parents woke me up to catch my plane for this place.

He looked up again to focus on the window, now I could see what he was drawing. I huff quietly and my shoulders slump. He was drawing a landscape. I look up at the window and see that he's drawing his view of the cemetery.

Wait! Cemetery!? This place is freaking creepy. Why the hell do they have a cemetery at a school?

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and look back at his landscape.

I'm insane to even think that he would be drawing me. He wouldn't flip a girl off and the go draw her.

I stand up and accidentally knock over my textbooks.

"What are you doing here?" Dimitri asks back still to me. He closes his sketchbook and turns to face me. Well at least he didn't look angry, he looked exhausted. Like he was tired off something. Probably me off stalking him.

"Someone told me to check out the historic section." I say.

"Then go check out the books." he says turning back around and reopening his sketchbook.

Damn it, he probably thinks I was checking him out instead.

Well I was..

Never in my life have I been more embarrassed than today. Dimitri has this way of making me feel like an idiot. And it was starting to piss me off.

Sensing that I haven't left yet Dimitri looks back up at me.

"Do you like being stalked?" he asks.

My mouth falls open," I wasn't stalking you!"

He gives me a 'sure you weren't' face.

Maybe i should just tell him that Christian told me to check out this place and that I saw him drawing something and got curious.

I was about to say something when it clicked together. Christian! He set this up. He knew Dimitri would be here. No wonder he told me to come her. God, does he think I'm obsessed with him or something? He probably wanted me to scare Dimitri into thinking I was a stalker. Which was working.

"Look-" I start.

"I came here to get away from everything and if you're not leaving then I will." he says getting up with his sketchbook.

He walks past me and our shoulders brush against each other. Even though we barely touched, even though we had layers of clothes on top, I felt electricity shoot up my arm and throughout my body.

Dimitri stood still. Did he feel it too? He must have or else he wouldn't be starring at me the way he is. I open my mouth about to apologize. But before I could say anything he was speed walking out of the library.

I run a hand through my hair and look down at my pile of books. Well back to the real problem.

How was I going to take these books across the campus to my dorm?

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