A/N: I know I just updated...but I got over 15 reviews (and ALL OF THEM were amazing like BEST REVIEWS so far) that I decided to post at now instead of in the evening :)

Funny story about this chapter...I had written at least half of it (so about the scene where Tasha comes in) and then made the dumb mistake of somehow deleting it where i couldn't bring it back and had to write it again from scratch...so sorry if things aren't so smooth.

Also, head's up that now I'm going back to my weekly updates :\ swowwy! But I hope you guys enjoyed my daily treats this week :)

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

DPOV

"Let's go, sleeping beauty," Viktoria said as she turned my lights on and shook me.

"Did you just call me beautiful?" I asked, smirking at her as she grabbed my pillow and hit me with it.

"No. Now c'mon we need to get to school."

"You have to get to school, I'm not going," I said, turning around in my bed.

"Why not!"

"I'm sick," I said, giving a cough to prove my point.

"Oh sure you are…from embarrassment! You need to go to school to talk to her."

"Tomorrow."

"Fine," she huffed as she got off my bed.

"Vika, wait. Don't talk to him. Please. Just don't give him a chance to fill your head with lies. You deserve so much better than that."

"Yea and Roza deserves better than you," she said before slamming my door shut. I laid in bed for God knows how long wondering if my sister had a point. Somewhere during my pondering I fell asleep because next thing I knew my mother was sitting next to me, checking my temperature.

"Mama?"

"And he awakens," she teased as she leaned back. "Sweetie, why aren't you at school?"

"I didn't feel well this morning so I decided to stay home."

"Or you're avoiding Roza, who was looking forward to talking to you today."

"Wait how do you know that?"

"Saturday night I was called over to tend to her bruised hand. Oh Dimka, you should have seen the poor girl. She had cried herself to sleep after hitting her hand on something and causing enough damage to need it to be wrapped up for a day. I don't know what happened, but chickening out isn't the way to go about fixing it."

"I…she was crying?" I asked, worried I ruined things before anything serious could happen between us. My mother just nodded her head. "I'm not chickening out. I just needed another day to prepare. Mama, I said things I shouldn't have and I'm pretty sure she hates my guts. And she's not like most girls so I can't buy anything to make it better."

"Dimka, let me give you some advice. No girl worth fixing things with will easily forgive because you got her flowers or a box of chocolate or jewelry. They want to hear an apology, a sincere one, and they want to trust that you won't do it again."

"Yea, but Roza loves chocolate…and donuts. It won't get her to forgive me, but it'll get her to listen to me. Right?"

My mom let out a good nature laugh. "I wouldn't know, Dimka. You never brought her home for dinner."

"I really messed things up didn't i?" I asked, hanging my head.

"Dimka, nothing is ever so messed up you can't fix it. Except for cheating, but I hope that's not what happened," my mother, waiting until I shook my head. "Good. All you have to do is talk to her. You could have already moved on from it if you had gone to school today. All I can tell you is don't wait too long or things might get worse." With that she patted my leg and left. Life used to be so much simpler. Get a girl, go out until I didn't want to, and if she got mad so be it and onto the next one. But now, I don't want to move on from Roza. I want to make things right…tomorrow.

"1…2…1…2," I said as I hit the punching bag. Shortly after my talk with my mother I went down to eat and then holed up myself up in the gym. I've ran God knows how many miles, lifted bells, bench pressed, and now I was working my anger and frustration out on the bag. "1…2…1 2 3…1…2…1 2 3." I threw in some combination.

"Mmm there is nothing sexier than seeing a man sweat while he works," said a voice behind me, making me go frigid, clenching my teeth. I completely flipped out and jumped when she ran her nail up my back.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed. "Actually, Tasha what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Well a little birdie told me you were sick so I thought I'd be a good friend and bring you you're assignments," she said in a sugar sweet voice. "But what I don't get is what you're doing here if you're suppose to be in bed."

"I said I was taking a sick day. And I asked Christian to get my assignments. So, thanks for bringing them, but if you don't mind Natasha I'd like to be alone."

"Oh Natasha now? Why so formal?" she asked as she crept towards me, but for every step she took towards me I took one back.

"I'm not in the mood. So please leave."

"Aw what's the matter?" she cooed. "Did you have a fight with your charity case?"

"My what?" I asked, my blood burning at the name.

"Your charity case. What's her name…Violet? Oh no! It's Petunia."

"Rose. Her name is Rose and she is not a charity case," I growled. "I'm serious I am not in the mood."

"Why? What happened? Was she not able to satisfy you? You know…you wouldn't have that problem with me," she said, pinning me to the wall and leaning herself into me.

"Stop! I don't want you."

"Why?" she shouted. "What does that little bitch have that I don't?"

"She's a better woman than you. She doesn't need to sleep around with everyone to get what she wants. She just has to be herself. She's ten times the woman you will ever be," I spat at her before spinning us around so I had her pinned. "So back the hell off."

"Didn't know you liked it rough," she teased. I looked at with disgust and was about to let her go when she pressed her lips against mine. I reacted slower than I should, but I still got her off me and I was about to tell her off when I heard a door shut with a loud bang.

"What the-?" Turning around I saw the gym door was still open, so that meant the house door had been closed. Running to the hallway, I almost tripped on my feet when I saw something shining on the floor.

Roza's ring.

"What's that piece of tin?" Tasha snidely asked from behind me.

"Something that's worth more than your cold heart," I sneered as I turned to face her, my eyes burning with fury. She looked like she was about to say something but I didn't let her. "You're nothing but a heartless bitch and I want you out of my house and out of my life. Don't ever talk to me. Don't ever touch me. If I so much as acknowledge your petty existence is because I'm best friends with your brother. But mark my words, even that won't get me to even look at you."

"You don't mean that," she said, trying to stand her ground. But when I growled at her she started back stepping towards the door that led to my house.

"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!" I shouted as she glared at me, muttering how I'd be sorry, before storming out. All the anger left my body as I sank down and wondered what have I done.

"Where is she?" I said as soon as Lissa opened the door.

"Who?" she asked, genuinely confused. I gave her a "don't fuck with me" look. "I don't know."

"Vasilisa, I am so not in the mood to play games. Just tell me if she's in her room and I'll be on my way."

"Dimitri, I honestly don't know where she is. Plus, I wouldn't tell you if I did. What you did, what you said is inexcusable. She thought the worst of you at the beginning, and you just made her feel like an idiot for thinking she had you pegged wrong. You're worse than Jesse."

I couldn't help but wonder who Jesse was, but more importantly if she had told Lissa about what she saw in the gym.

"I know and I regret saying that to her. I was angry and I took it out on her and I just really need to talk to her. Please," I begged. "Just tell me where she is."

I saw her bite her lip before answering. "She went to your house right after practice."

"Shit," I muttered.

"Why? What happened? What did you do?" she asked, giving me an accusing look.

"I didn't do anything! She just misinterpreted things and ran off. You don't know if she has any hiding places?"

"We haven't been here very long. And with school and her extra trainings, she hasn't exactly had time to go find a special place. For all I know the only places she goes to is here, school, and your place….and I highly doubt she snuck into school."

"Fuck! Where could she be?" Before she could say anything, my phone went off.

"Belikov," I barked into it.

"Hey man. It's me, Eddie. I was uh just calling to ask if it was cool if I took over Rose's training?"

"What?" I asked, seriously not having the time deal with this.

"Well it's just Rose asked me if I could train her instead and Al-"

"You saw here? Where!"

"Uh yea. I was over at Mason's and she just came barging in and asked and then kicked me out."

"She's at Mason's?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing. I know they were friends, but I didn't know they were close enough that she knew where he lived.

"Yea," he said slowly. "But seriously, dude, is it cool? I mean I don't know what went down between you two but she seemed pretty adamant about it. Alberta said it was cool since it's just basic weight training. So I mean, I guess this is more of a courtesy call letting you know you're off training duty."

"But I don't want to be," I said quietly after he hung up. I turned to Lissa and told her where Rose was at. "I should get going. Um sorry about coming in like I did and everything that happened Saturday night. Can you um can you give this to her when she comes home?" I gave her the ring before getting into my truck.

"You know," she called out as I opened my door. "There's this thing people do. It's called talking. Maybe if you tried it you and her could sort everything out."

I gave her a small smile. "I'm down to do it when she is, but I'm pretty sure as far she's concerned everything's pretty set in stone," I said sadly before closing my door and driving home.

RPOV

"Do you want anything to drink?" Mason asked.

"Huh? Uh…no I'm good thanks," I said as I stood up. "I'm sorry to come so unexpected and kick Eddie out. I should probably go."

He reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to my seat.

"It's fine, Rose. We were just about to call it a day either way. I'm just curious about how you found my house."

"Oh well. I ran and went the opposite direction of my house and when I realized I was lost I saw your red hair and decided to take a chance and knocked. I just didn't expect to see Eddie, but I'm glad I did."

"Yea, we're kinda like brothers. Even though, ever since he was Dimitri's second in command on the track team, we've been more on the down low. By the way, what happened between you two?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking away.

"I mean you just asked Eddie to be your new trainer."

"Oh well…I just wanted to diversify my techniques."

"Bullshit. You can tell me you know," he said, placing his hand lightly over mine. I looked up at him and saw he was being honest.

"It's…I don't even know…everything was fine. Better than fine. And then in a matter of thirty minutes Avery managed to blow everything up and then I went to go to fix things, because somehow it's my fault it went to hell, only to find out it's past the point of fixing."

"It wasn't you're fault."

"Yea, sure," I scoffed. "You didn't see the repulsing look he gave me as he left."

"It's not your fault because a gentleman never blames you. You could have murdered half the town but he's not suppose to blame you, he's supposed to take the blame. And you're the farthest thing from repulsing." We didn't say anything for a while, his big blue doe eyes shining like he was hoping I'd do or say something, but all I did was give him a small, warming, gratifying smile. After a while, he cleared his throat and asked if I wanted to watch TV or a movie.

"TV sounds fine. What do you have on?"

"Well I just got into this show and I'm about to start this black and white episode."

"Oh cool. What show? It better not be some Russian show."

"No," he said laughing. "It's called Supernatural."

My eyes bugged out. No freaking way. "Do you have snacks? And popcorn?"

"Uh yea…why?"

"The episode you're about to watch. We should get popcorn and snacks and drinks first."

"I take it you've seen this episode before," he said chuckling.

"You betcha! You know what I'm going watch the rest of the series with you. But first, snacks," I said, jumping up and waiting for him to lead me to the kitchen.

When we had enough snacks, we went back to the living room and watched Monster Movie and Yellow Fever before going on YouTube to watch Jensen do Eye of the Tiger and then watching a few random videos. I didn't even notice how late it was until I got a reminder that my 10 o clock show was about to start.

"Oh shit," I said, laughing and showing the time to Mase.

"Oh balls," he responded, making me bend over, laughing. "Guess it's time to get you home." I nodded my head and followed him to his car.

"Thanks for tonight, Mase," I said once we pulled up and he walked me to my door. "It felt nice to just forget everything and only have to deal with fictional problems."

"Anytime. I mean it. I don't know what happened, but if you ever feel like getting away we can stay by my locker and watching Supernatural."

"Tomorrow good for you?"

"Any day is good," he said with a smile.

"It's a date then," I said with a returning smile before giving him a good night kiss on his cheek and going inside.

I was getting ready for bed when I saw something glistening on my nightstand. Quickly realizing it was the ring I had thrown away when I ran off, I felt my blood start boiling as well as my heart began to break. The pain won out the anger and I sank to my bed, brought my knees up, and cried for the third day straight. I cried until I ran out of tears. I sobbed until I ran out of breath. And at the end of it, all that was left was hate. Raw, unforgiving hate. Hate at Avery for causing all this. Hate at myself for letting myself fall for his tricks. Hate at him for thinking he could just do that to me. And behind that hate was a addicting need for vengeance. Wiping the last of my tears, I got off my bed and went to my closet. When I found what I was looking for I put it down on my desk.

Tomorrow Dimitri Belikov will learn that I'm not like all the other girls. And I'll make sure two-timing me with Tasha will be his biggest regret in high school.

A/N: AW SHIT! Sound the sirens! What do think Rose has up her sleeve? Don't worry! I'm not going to drag it out...well at least the hateful revenge mentality...on the other hand, Dimitri's going to have to work hard for fixing this little misunderstanding.

On another note, I hope this cleared things up so Dimitri didn't look like he hurt Rose.

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