Chapter 9
R POV
I spent the whole evening in my dorm. Lissa called earlier and asked why I didn't meet her like I said and came up with the excuse that I needed to rest my arm. I guess she caught onto the lie because she only said okay and hung up. I couldn't sleep for the most part. I was mainly pacing around the campus, until I sat down on one of the benches in the Quad, all night thinking about Adrian.
I barely even know the dude and he already has me feeling this way. Why? I only know his reputation, is that I'm drawn too? Or is it his looks? A flash from earlier when I was looking deep into his green eyes came to mind. It was like there was no one else but us at the time. It was only he and I even though we were so far apart.
"Hey, whore, why are you all alone?" The Slutzilla said walking to the bench I was sitting on, "No customers?" She smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "Nope. Actually, I'm alone purposely. I don't need attention all the time like you." I remarked.
She glared at me and her face turned red. "Yeah, but you're so desperate for it, aren't you?" She said trying to smirk again but it looked less cocky.
"Isn't that you?" I smiled sarcastically. With that she huffed and turned on her heel walking away. When she was finally out of sight, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Honestly, I don't even know what I did wrong to her. I don't even talk to her! Heck, the only time I do, it's when she picks on me. Maybe she's just jealous of the fame… Oh well. Royal Moroi always think they need everyone's attention, even if they do nothing.
I shook my head trying to fight back the irate feelings that she brought up, but there was something else. I started to feel like I needed to beat her into a pulp. Wait, what? That's not allowed. I may be famous in and out of the Moroi world, but I'm still just a Dhampir and a Dhampir harming a Moroi on purpose can be punishable by death.
It's punishment of the Heart if you let her keep you between the two of you, a voice in my head said. Wait… what? Punishment of the Heart, between the two of 'you'? Could that mean that I'm jealous of her being with Adrian? I rolled my eyes at the thought. Who in the right mind would be jealous of a whore and a jerk being together? Besides, Camille is a bitch and I heard he is also a manwhore; they seem to be well fit for each other.
Then, why do you feel this way? The voice said again. Ugh, I think I'm losing my mind. I am not, will not, should not, and can not have feelings for a fucking Ivashkov. Especially not Adrian. Maybe, there's a chance that letter was sent just as a prank by him or better yet sent by a different Ivashkov, there are more than hundreds of them around the world.
With that light of Hope, I got my ass off the bench and walking to the dorms. When I entered my room, I was a bit taken back by the amount of letters that were waiting all over the place. Apparently, the dorm matron must have taken the liberty of opening my door so they can deliver them. Usually, if you missed the mail carrier, you would have to walk down to the school's mail room and get it. I guess they had a little mercy on me since my arm is broken, the mail room is on the other side of campus, and there was a mountain of letters that were delivered.
I sighed as I sat down on my bed then grabbed the nearest letter. As I turned it over to open it, it was apparently sealed with none other than the stupid Ivashkov seal. I rolled my eyes, took a deep breath, and just prayed this person stayed anonymous. I slowed peeled the flap then pulled the letter out.
A Rose with it's thorns is not like that of a Rose whose thorns are cut. A Rose with thorns is a fighter and if you aren't careful, you'll suffer while the Rose with no thorns will only be bent to your will.
You are the Rose with thorns for you fight for what you want and no one else can stop you, yet the others are nothing but mere Daisies when compared to you. I've only known you for a short time, but I learned that from you off the bat.
Maybe, that's why I'm drawn to you. You're not a Daisy, you're a Rose. A real Rose who was just cut from the bush, one who is still a fighter and will be as long as she wants it.
Never change, my dear Rose. For your thorns are why you're so special.
I blinked as I finished reading the letter. Confusion filled the pit of my stomach as I tried to decipher what the person had actually meant. Hmm, it'll just have to wait until the morning. With that, I turned the lights off, didn't bother to change, then laid down on my bed as I had a dream that oddly involved Adrian Ivashkov.
Okay, I finally updated this story, only for two reasons. Lately, I've been getting PMs from people asking when this story will be continued, what's going to happen in this story, and what should be in the story. I'm going to continue this story because well, this is a story that I love and many of you love to, so for the sake of that I'm going to update this story at least once a week. The second reason is that some of you are asking if you can adopt this story and have been PMing that. The answer is: No, absolutely not. None of my stories are open for adoption and will not ever be placed under adoption.
Now, I haven't been updating because I'm just really busy. I try to update when I can, but I'm a Senior this year and graduation is only a few days away and I've also got a new boyfriend who needs me, friends who need me, family who needs me, and I have a church prom coming up along with stupid drama from dumb people. With that happening, it's hard to just find time for myself to just sit down and write when the only time that I do have to myself is bedtime or naps.
So, yeah. I'm gonna try to update this story so that it can be finished. I'm pretty sure there won't be a sequel, but we'll see and if I'm up for it.
- Julie