A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews :) just keep em coming! :D I feel in a very giving mood so I decided to update early...I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything VA related and the idea belongs to DEE2389

"LIIIIISSAAAA!" I shouted as I barged inside the house.

"Upstairs," she shouted back. I ran up the stairs two at time before storming into her room and throwing myself on her bed. "I was doing homework you know." She didn't look up from whatever she was writing. "So how was practice?"

"I don't even know," I groaned. She raised her eyebrow, still not looking up. "One minute he's being all cold and curt with his one worded answers and then he's on top of me looking at me with his stupid, smoldering, brown eyes."

"Woah, wait. Rewind and tell me what happened. In explicit details."

"Well you know how Alberta got Kirova to take away my detention and replace with joining the track team. Well, since I'm behind she's having me do extra one-on-one training before school and after practice. And guess who she puts as my trainer." I waited for her to answer, and when she didn't I continued. "Dimitri."

"Who's that?"

"The guy I slapped the first day of school…my biology partner for the rest of the semester…I swear he gets on my last nerve! I bet you by the end of the week I'll be begging Kirova to give me detention instead of spending three hours with the Russian jailer."

"I highly doubt it," she said dryly. I glared at her. "Rose you said he had smoldering brown eyes. Are you seriously going to tell me you don't like him?"

"I'm not going to lie and say he wasn't graced with an amazing body, but that's about it. You should see the way he gets under my skin and infuriates me."

"Infuriates or infatuates?" Andre said from the doorway, where he was leaning against the doorframe. "I saw the way you looked at him when you thought I wasn't there."

"What look? I don't have a look," I said defensively. They gave me a pointed look.

"That defiant, challenging look filled with want," he said simply

"I do not have that look around him. I can't stand him!"

"Can't stand him or stand to be around him without wanting to suck his face?" Lissa teasingly said. I flinched at the mention of kissing him, my lips tingling at the memory. "Oh. My. God. Rosemarie Hathaway! You did not!"

"Nothing happened," I said meekly, knowing they didn't believe.

"Really? Then why did you leave practice early?" Andre asked

"I finished my laps early," I said easily. "So he didn't see point to keep me any longer."

"Oh yea? How many laps?" Shit, I thought, my brain scrambling for a number. "Just as I thought. Tell me what the hell happened because I saw the way you were bickering, it looked like you guys were on the brink of either breaking into a fist fight or taking each others clothes off."

"Really?" Lissa said. "Why didn't I go back with you?!"

I shifted on the bed trying to come up with a plausible excuse, but not coming up with any. "He kissed me," I finally said. They both looked at me wide eyes and jaws slack.

"HE WHAT?!" Lissa shouted.

"Kissed me. I was messing with him while we were running and tried turning around and run backwards while keeping up with the pace and I tripped on my feet and landed on my back with him right on top. One thing led to another and he kissed me…"

"And what did you do?" Andre asked skeptically.

"Punch his eye."

"Sure, after kissing him back right?" I gave him a deadly glare, which he returned with a challenging look, not breaking eye contact.

"Rose," Lissa said tentatively, like she was nervous to ask. "Is it so bad if you give him a chance?" I break away and look at her with an appalled look.

"Uh yea it is. For starters, he's my trainer so there's that whole professional relationship we have to maintain. Then there's that cheerleader that's always clinging to him and I don't care how many times he says they aren't together, there's something between them and I'm not getting in between that. Plus school just started and I'm still trying to fit in. I don't want to have a relationship on top of that."

"All I'm hearing are excuses you're using to psyche yourself out of it," Andre said.

"Have either of you guys got to thinking that maybe he doesn't want anything with me? That maybe he's just another jock player that loves new things and once he gets what he wants from me he'll leave?"

"You know not all guys are like Jesse," Lissa said quietly, her eyes sympathetic.

"Yea but some guys are, and I'm willing to bet my virginity Dimitri is one of those."

Before they could respond, someone came into the room.

"Oh great, you're all here," Mr. Dragomir said as he stood next to Andre. "I just wanted to tell you guys not to make plans for tomorrow night. We're going to have dinner at an old friend of mine."

"What friend?" I asked curiously. Mr. Dragomir isn't socially impaired, but he didn't have many friends that the family knew. Plus, we've been here for a while, but I didn't think he'd get such a close friend in such little time.

"An old friend from college. Actually two old friends, but they closer with each other than they are with me since I stayed in America."

"Oh," I said thoughtfully. "Well I should leave. You probably have outfits to coordinate for tomorrow and I have homework to do."

"Rose Hathaway doing homework?" Lissa asked in mock astonishment.

"Yea well I have a project to do and a partner to piss of."

"Well I hope you can put that on hold for tomorrow night," Mr. Dragomir said. I looked at him weirdly. "You and your mother are joining us for dinner. Rose how many times do I have to tell that even though your mother gets a paycheck from me both of you are more like family than workers."

I nodded my head and smile. "Well, I have one question."

"Yes?"

"Your friends wouldn't happen to have any sons…around our age…that aren't unfortunate looking."

He lets out a heartfelt laughter, "Actually they both have sons your age. I'm not sure about their appearances, but if they're anything like their fathers then they are surely heartbreakers." I made a throwing up gesture and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Well I guess I have to go find a heartbreaking outfit now don't I?" I hugged him as I went out, thanking him for extending the invite to my mother and me, and scurried off to my room to go find something to wear.

DPOV

I wanted to see how fast she ran so I trailed behind her, keeping up to her pace but always staying behind her.

"So what is there to do around here?" she asked while still maintaining her pace. This whole practice she's been asking random questions. Maybe if she focused more on running she'd go faster.

"Wouldn't know," I responded curtly.

"Don't you ever go on dates? Or go get presents? I mean I've seen your girlfriend, and I highly doubt she's fine with staying at your house or hers. And I'm sure she loves to be spoiled."

"Well now that's my problem isn't it," I said. Then, she did something incredibly stupid. She tried turning around while keeping her pace and twisted in her feet. I picked up my pace to try and stop her from falling. However, all I was able to do was get there in time to put my hand behind her head, so her head wouldn't hit the ground too hard, and fall with her.

"Uf," she said when we both fell. I was able hover over, using my knees and hand for support.

When she open her eyes I found myself getting lost in her dark brown eyes. When she broke away, I took the chance to take her in. She was beautiful, exotic with her tanned skin and full lips and her eyes filled with wonder. I wanted to run my hand through her long, wavy brown hair. Soon our eyes met again, and I found myself losing sense of where we were and then her hand lifted slowly and she tucked away a strand of my hair.

I couldn't stop myself from lowering my head as she lifted hers to meet mine. Then our lips met, an electrifying sensation running through my body, which was demanding more. I felt her press her lips closer, and I responded by pressing harder, and soon our lips began a passionate dance, fighting for dominance. One hand got under her hair and pulled her closer to mine while her hand grabbed a hold of my hair. I couldn't suppress the groan that came from my throat. The longer we kissed, the deeper our bodies pressed together.

My other hand took a life of its own as it roamed down and went under her shirt, but then she pushed me away, stunning me to the point that I didn't see or stop her until I felt her fist connect with my right eye.

"Motherfuck-" I growled, groaning at the pain. I sat back, rocking back and forth as I cradled my face. I looked up at her with my one eye, giving her a deadly glare as I demanded to know what that was for.

"You can't just go and kiss someone like that!" she shouted as she jumped up. I slowly got up too, using all my strength to not pull her towards me and kiss her again.

"I didn't just kiss someone," I said. "I kissed you." Her face was emotionless, but I saw the twinkle in her eye.

"Yea well in America you need permission," she snapped.

"Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of stealing a kiss?" I curiously said, mostly just to tease her. She just growled and went to grab her things from the bleacher.

"No. Guys steal kisses from their girlfriends, when they've gone the whole day without them or feel like being whimsical and romantic. That is not the case here."

"Why not?" I teased. This was the most fun I've had in a while. We ended bickering for a while. She managed to butcher my last name and got me an ice pack. We were walking back to the car when she brought Tasha up again.

"You know, that's two times you haven't denied being Screaming Mimi's boyfriend."

I looked down at her and rose one of my eyebrows with a small teasing smile faintly noticeable. "Keeping tabs on me? Should I be worried about having a potential stalker?" She let out a sarcastic laughed as she punched my gut, but I barely flinched.

"If anyone has to worry about a stalker it's me," she stated. Oh this should be interesting, I thought. "First you verbally harass me at my locker and then three days later you accosted me and forcibly kissed me!"

"I didn't see you trying to stop it," I countered, a taunting smile playing on my lips.

"Because you had me pinned on the ground!" she shrieked.

Before I could say anything a car honked, making both of us look up to see a tall, lean blonde guy standing next to the car. She got ahead of me as he said something to her before turning back to me.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Bright and early!" she said, saluting me.

"Wait," I called, jogging up to her. "What about our biology project?"

"That can wait until tomorrow. Plus, God knows what you'll do to me if we're in a closed room with a table," she said, her tone turning into playfully frightful as she looked at me in terror before breaking into a smile. I tried to stall but she said, "Hey, just go home early, I'm sure someone will be happy to see you." She smile innocently when I glared at him, catching the meaning. She blew me a kiss with a wink before getting into the car. I didn't understand why my blood boiled when she got into the car cheerfully.

Who was that? Her boyfriend? Would explain why she was so defense with the kiss. After she got into the car, I trudged to my truck, threw my duffel bag in the back and made my way home.

When I got home, no one was in the living room or the kitchen. Weird, I thought.

"Mama," I called out.

"Oh, Dimka, sweetie, you're home late. Did practice run longer?" she said, coming out of my father's office.

"No, I have to train a new student so I have to stay longer," I said.

"Oh well…" she said, not knowing what to say.

"I hope that doesn't apply to tomorrow," my father's booming voice rang from his desk. I entered his office, leaving my bag at the door, so I wouldn't be talking to a door.

"So I have to cancel my training for tomorrow," I said dryly. My father never hopes or wishes, he just demands and expects things to be done his way. "Why?"

"Because I would like to have dinner with whole family for a change," he replied dryly. Something was up, and I may not know what it is but I'm not going into it blindly.

"Fine. But I'm bringing a friend over." I turned around and walked out, grabbing my bag and going down the hallway to go to my gym.

Once I get there I lock the door and turn on the sound system, blocking out everyone. I went over to the punching bag and taped my knuckles before I started punching it, slowly at first but I felt all my anger and tension taking over as I started picking up the pace and throwing a few combinations. Afterwards I cooled off by running a few laps on the treadmill. I don't how long I spent there, but by the time I got back into the house all the lights were off and I assumed everyone was in bed. When I got to my room I passed out the second I laid down, imagining a certain brunette kissing me good night.

RPOV

"Hey, Rose, I'm going to go get my nails done for tomorrow, wanna come with me?" Lissa asked. I looked up from the math problems I was trying to do and nodded my head adamantly, scrambling off my bed and grabbing my purse, slipping on some flip flops.

"Uh Lissa's where are we going?" I asked, realizing we didn't really know where there was a nail salon to begin with.

"Oh Jill told me of this place downtown. Andre's taking us because it's next to some place he wants to go to." I nodded my head and went out to Andre's car.

When we got downtown, Andre dropped us off at a store that wasn't a nail salon.

"Lissa, what are we doing here?"

"We need to get a dress for you. For the dance and the dinner," she said as she led me into the boutique.

"Lissa's the dance is like a month away and I'm pretty sure there's something in my closet to wear, we don't need to buy anything." Lissa always loved buying me things, and while I loved her for it, I always felt bad for letting her do it.

"No we-" she cut herself off, her eyes widening and her face breaking out into a wide grin. "I found it. Oh my gosh that is so your dress." When I turned to see what she was looking at I felt my eyes bug out.

"Oh that is. They both are," I noted, unable to decide which to buy.

"We're getting both then." Once we picked my size we wont on and found her two dresses and then found ourselves in massage chairs getting our manipedi done.

"So how was it?" she asked in the middle of our pampering

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do. Now spill."

I let out a sigh before talking. "I don't know how to explain it. It was passionate and like I couldn't get enough and then when his fingers touched my skin it-"

"Wait he got under your shirt?"

I nodded my head. "But I pulled away when he did. And then punched him."

"Wow. Way to show some heat," she said dryly.

"What was I suppose to do? He just kissed me out of no where!"

"You know, Rose, some guys kiss girls because he likes her. Some even do it because he's to nervous to say it. And wouldn't you know it, some do it because opportunity strikes."

"Yea, but if he liked me so much to kiss he could have tried engaging in a conversation. And I'd like to go on a first date before he kisses me."

"Then ask him to the dance," she said simply, like it was an obvious answer.

"Are you kidding me? We aren't talking about some random guy in school, we're talking about school royalty basically, he's probably already planned on going with the black haired chick."

"Why don't you ask him? Maybe he actually hadn't found a date. You know, Rose, there's this thing normal people do, it's called talking. It's quite marvelous really because it has the power to clear everything up."

"Yea, but it also requires the other person to respond, and if today was any indication, the only I can get him talking is by hurting him, both physically and egotistically, and being snarky."

"I think you liked the kiss more than you let on and are scared so you hit him to make sure he didn't like you when in fact you just gave him reasons to like you. But hey, it's not my problem right?"

"Exactly," I said firmly. "Now if you don't mind I have a relaxing manipedi I'd like to end in a relaxing mood."

I heard her huff but she didn't say anything else, and in less than an hour we were out grabbing something to drink while we waited for Andre, checking out what this wonderful Russian city had to offer us.

A/N: Wonder what Rose's dress looks like...also I wonder who's in attendance for the dinner and how that will end...but that's all for next week :)

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