Chapter 8

R POV

That jerk! We barely said a paragraph to each other and he already is an asshole. Ugh. He is such a Royal pain-in-the-ass Moroi. Even if he is the person who had sent the letter, he sure isn't acting like it. The person who wrote the letter obviously doesn't believe the rumors about me and actually wants to see the real me. Not the person that everyone thinks they see.

Yeah, I admit I made a lot of mistakes in the past. I've gotten drunk and ended up making out with some guys. I'm known as a flirt. And, there are a lot of rumors about me—which aren't even true. Honestly, I don't really care about what people think about me; especially the Royal Moroi.

Dhampirs and Moroi are treated differently. Moroi would get away with anything— maybe even murder with the right contacts, of course. They get anything they want. The only consequence they would get is that they are badly talked about in public. But for us the Dhampirs', we get labeled as "whores," "dependable," and of course, "expendable." Our society is truly unfair. Dhampirs' make so many sacrifices, not only for our kind's sake but also, for the sake of the Moroi who don't even see how much they really do need us.

Sometimes, I wonder why I even want to be a Guardian. Do I want to sacrifice my dignity for people who don't even appreciate what I do for them? How much longer can I even put up with this before I snap? Would I even become a Guardian after Graduation?

"Rose, what are you doing here?" I looked up to see Lissa walking up to me. I haven't noticed that I had walked from the Library to the middle of the Quad. I sat on a patch of grass nearby. She looked at me warily, as if trying to read my mind like how I'm able to read hers.

I stood up from where I was sitting and shook my head. "Nothing in particular. Just needed to get out of my room."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "I saw you storming out of the Library earlier." I sighed. "What happened?"

From behind her I saw Camille and her assh- I mean boyfriend walking by.

I sighed. Adrian Ivashkov. The nephew of our current Queen; probably the next King himself. I can't help but notice how much he glows even though it's nearly midnight here for the Humans. His stylish yet messy brown hair seemed so smooth yet course. His emerald green eyes staring around as if he is looking for a lost object. Just for a moment, our eyes met and I could see that there's something missing in them. Yes, his eyes had a smile in them, but that smile looked compressed; hidden from the rest of the world. I wanted to look away but at the same time, I didn't want to. Like, I want him to see through my eyes; like I am seeing into his somewhat.

Snap! I shook my head to see Lissa's hand in front of me. "Rose, did you hear me?" She looked exasperated. I probably zoned out on her.

"Yes, sorry Liss." I looked at her then back at Adrian. I heard a gasp but, I don't think it came from Lissa. The beautiful green eyes I had just been staring into are now closed and his lips, which I didn't bother looking at, are now engaged into a very erotic lip lock with Camille Conta, the true Slutzilla of the School.

I looked back at Lissa. "I'll see you at dinner, okay? I'll explain it then." With that, I took off running to my dorm.

When I reached my dorm I quickly ran inside and slammed and locked the door then leant against it. I felt my heart beating quickly in my chest. How could he just kiss her like that? Why her? A voice inside my head said, because she's his girlfriend. Why wouldn't he? That's right. She's his girlfriend. But, why am I feeling this way?

I mentally chastised myself. I shouldn't be feeling this especially since they are dating. I have no right to be feeling like this. Why am I feeling like this? This is not right. Do I like him? Am I falling for him? He's the freaking playboy in our school! Well, technically he doesn't go to our school, but still, he's a playboy. He's also almost drunk all the time. And the drugs, don't get me started. I've only been back for a while and Lissa has already filled me on these things. I know I shouldn't be making any comments regarding him but, how can I not? He seems and looks like the typical Royal Moroi.

He has his title, Prince Ivashkov – The next in line to be King. The rich, royal asswi- I mean, Moroi girlfriend, Camille. And of course, he has his connections that are related somehow to his title. He's only about two or three years my senior and he already had all of this without doing anything other than being born. He's just the lucky son of a gun who is born into wealth, power, royalty, and success while the rest of us need to work our ass off.

Yet… There is something about him. Something that is deep inside of him under his ploys. Something enchanting almost… Something like he wants to get away from everything…

What is that something?

Hi everyone. Sorry for such a short chapter. I kind of had to do some Teenbiz while writing this. :P

Anyway, I've asked Adrian to post this chapter since I'm not allowed to post anything myself. My teacher said that "I" can't post it. :P Nothing about him posting it. Haha. So, I'm very sorry for the delay. I'll be sure that whenever I have any new chapters or stories, I'll be asking him to post it. :P So, be nice to him so say "Thank you" to him since he's the one posting it.

VAfan1/Julie

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And Adrian who loves his Julie and can love you too if you review this for her. :D