17Okay, so I decided to add one more chapter. This is basically the after effect of Rose using the classroom.
I'm dedicating this chapter to: Bookworm-At-Starbucks , since they wanted Dimitri. To which I was more than happy to comply!
I hope you like it. REVIEW PLEASE!
P.s. Check out my V.A. Fanfic: Stand By Me. Please!
As well as: The Ultimate Struggle by LaadyBelikov
Love, ~UnderworldVampirePrincess~
"Now, the proper protective technique for the rotational survey is…" Stan droned on and on. Does this guy ever shut up? I mean seriously; the only time I don't hear his mouth running is when he pauses to take a breath. Which, might I add; is only once every twenty to thirty sentences! I feel like walking up to him and decking the jackass! I wouldn't even care in the slightest if I got in trouble. I just want the satisfaction of making him shut the hell up. As well as making blood spurt out from his nose.
I sighed.
What a lovely mental image. What more can I ask for than a bloody, unconscious Stan Alto? Uh, nothing! Except for maybe a camera, to take a picture of it. A picture is worth a thousand words. However, it could also be worth fifty dollars!
"… therefore the first guardian will- Hathaway!" The annoyingly obnoxious voice of this so called "guardian" barked. Ha! I just pictured him as a dog with a mouth full of biscuits. Priceless.
"I uh- what?" I looked around in different directions frantically. Then when I faced straight ahead, Stanny was in front of me… right in my face! Gross, I can smell his rancid breath!
I need a gas mask!
"What Stannyboy?" I spat. No, literally I spit in his face when I said it. He wiped his face off before speaking… again.
"Are you even paying attention Hathaway? I have half a mind to-"
"You're telling me? I know you only have half a mind!" He turned beat red and started shaking with anger. This is so much fun! "Aww Stanny what's wrong? You're starting to look like a lobster. It's not very attractive."
"That's it Hathaway. Where are not going to start on how-" I cut him off again. It's not as if somebody can really punish me anyway. Kirova would merely tell me to report to Dimitri for my punishment. On second thought, that wouldn't be such a bad idea…
Might as well finish our "little show" first though. It's rude to walk out in the middle of a conversation. "How unattractive you are? Well, duh! I'm not going to sit here all day! How about we begin with how annoying your voice is? Wait… that will take just as long. So maybe you should go back to your "guardian" job, otherwise known as babysitting, and let us do whatever the hell we want. It's not like we're really going to learn much with you as a teacher anyhow. I mean come on! You're just as boring as Queen Bitch with her fucking lectures. Either that or prove that you can do more than read out of a textbook. I knew how to do that since the first grade!"
He was like an earthquake just bound to explode. The whole class was silent with mouths gaping open. Some of them looked as if they thought Stan was going to scream at them next, while others -like my good old friend Eddie- seemed rather amused by our exchange.
An ugly scowl formed of his face. "You ungrateful, worthless, little good for nothing-" Alto began before getting cut off by someone that wasn't me for a change.
"Would you like to continue with that Alto?" Asked none other than my personal Russian god, or jailer. I haven't really decided if I'm on his good side or bad side at this precise moment.
Stan huffed, fixed a glare on me- to which I simply gave him an angelic smile- and turned towards Dimitri. "No Guardian Belikov," he replied sounding very much like a five year old being reprimanded for eating a cookie before dinner.
Dimitri stepped away from the doorframe and further into the classroom. "Okay. Then would you care to explain to me your reasoning for saying these remarks towards a student. My student nonetheless." He folded his arms across his chest and gave him an expectant look while arching one of his eyebrows. Damn that made him look incredibly sexy! I need him!
Stan stomped his foot. Wait… did he seriously just do that? Somebody's having a little temper tantrum. "Yes. Your student…" he spat in distaste. I hissed at him. "… wasn't paying any attention to my lesson and then has the nerve to ridicule me."
My god of a man ignored him and turned to me. "Are you alright Ms. Hathaway?"
I sniffled, bringing fake tears to my eyes. "Yes, I'll be fine. It's just that it's not easy to learn when Guardian Alto doesn't pause every few paragraphs to see if anybody has any questions. And how am I supposed to work hard on my work if I keep getting called 'worthless' and a 'good for nothing'? Now every time I try and do an assignment I'm going to keep hearing those words in my head. It doesn't really help with a teenage girls' self-esteem." I explained, directing the last sentence to Stannyboy. I even jutted my bottom lip out to add to the "innocent" image.
Throughout my little speech, Stan looked dumbfounded, whereas Dimitri was nodding along sympathetically. Even thought I'm almost certain that he knew I started it. He was having too much fun messing with him though.
"Here's what we'll do," Dimitri began. "I'll take Rose off your hands since she was wanted in the Headmistresses office. But, count this as your warning Alto. The next time I hear of anything of the sort being spoken in your class I'm taking it to Alberta." He gulped, probably thinking he'll get fired. If only…
After that, Dimitri and I walked out of the classroom.
"So, did Kirova really need me? Or did you just want me all to yourself?" I asked as I, suggestively, trailed my fingers up and down his chest.
He groaned, not even bothering to correct me on how I addressed her.
"Roza," he said in a husky whisper.
"Yes, comrade?" I breathed seductively. He took hold of my wrist, looking like he was in pain.
"The headmistress really did need you," he choked out.
"Do you know why?" I asked him as we started towards her office.
He shook his head, "she didn't tell me."
I grabbed his arm. "Dimitri," my voice was turned serious. "Do you think that she knows about… us?" His chocolate brown eyes, which were recently filled with love and lust, were now drowning in worry.
"I don't think that's the reason," Dimitri responded uncertainly. He was in thought for a moment before he continued. "We should be careful anyway. Let's just go see what the reason is." I nodded in agreement.
"So, what really happened in Stans' class Roza?" I bit my lip.
Shaking my head I said, "nothing," not meeting his gaze.
"Then why did he look like he was about to strangle you?" Dimitri asked, with a raised eyebrow. Damn you Dimitri!
Switching subjects I said, "am I the only one who can't do that?"
He nodded. "Yes." I pouted, while he seemed quite amused.
I huffed. "Now about learning Russian…" I trailed off with a hopeful expression on my face.
"Which isn't going to happen." He gave me one of his full smiles, making me go weak at the knees. "Just like what really went on isn't going to get ignored."
"Fine, fine, fine. I was simply telling Stan how to improve his teachings. You know, get a teenagers attention. Make class more interesting. And what better way then a teen girl herself?"
He let out a throaty chuckle, as he shook his head. "Oh, Roza."
"It totally was not my fault really. You probably would have done the same thing. Plus, he shouldn't have reacted that way. Completely and utterly inexcusable!" I flung my arms in the air for emphasize. He just kept chuckling. "Stop laughing!"
"I'm sorry Roza," he apologized, even though his eyes still held amusement. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure you are," I teased. He wrapped an arm loosely around my waist. I snuggled into his side a bit, taking in his warmth.
"I love you," he spoke suddenly, to which I smiled.
"I love you too."
Dimitri scanned the area before he placed a short, but sweet, kiss to my lips.
By now we were in front of the mahogany door which led to Kirova' office. Dimitri gave me a quick half-smile before knocking.
"Come in," I heard a voice say. However, it was faint since it was on the other side of the thick wood. He turned the golden doorknob and we stepped in.
I wonder if this is what it feels like when you die. You know, when you're going to find out whether you're afterlife is in heaven or hell. Where you plead your case and everyone either nods in agreement or shakes their head because they think you're a fraud.
Well, if it's not, it won't be so bad when I do visit.
Nothing can be worse than this moment. Right here, right now.
There in front of me stood Kirova, Ms. Carmack, and Alberta. This cannot be good.
I sat down in one of the burgundy chairs in the middle of the room. Dimitri stood by the back wall beside Alberta. While Ms. Carmack was next to Kirova whom was in front of me.
We were in complete silence before I decided to break it.
"So… what's for lunch today? I hear it's pizza. The rectangle kind," I said weakly, a nervous smile on my lips. I could practically hear Dimitri shaking his head in disapproval.
"Ms. Hathaway…" Kirova began. I bit back a groan and an eye roll. "… you are here due to an… incident that occurred over the past few days. It was brought to my attention that you used the Culinary Science room without supervision." What does she think I'm five? "Is this true?" The old hag asked, moving her glasses to the bridge of her nose. Her very pointy vulture-like nose!
I shrugged indifferently. "I don't know. Is it?" She rubbed her temples, clearly aggravated.
"That is what I am asking you Ms. Hathaway." I smirked.
"Would you believe me if I said 'no'?"
"No I would not."
I cocked my head to the side. Placing my feet on her desk, I said as casually as I could, "then why are you asking?"
I heard a soft chuckle behind me. Alberta. I felt a wicked grin come to my lips.
"I am asking, to get your side of this story."
"But you just said so yourself that you wouldn't believe me either way!" I crossed my arms over my chest, sending daggers her way. "Besides… you don't got proof."
This time it was Dimitri who chuckled.
Ms. Carmack slammed her hands on Kirovas' desk. "Just show the video!" She barked. So many images…
Kirova nodded in response. I was just confused. Looking behind me, the two guardians were equally puzzled. I guess not everyone is in the loop.
Kirova wheeled a television in from her closet. Why does she get a TV? Does she have a mini-fridge in there too?
Next thing I knew a scene popped on. Hey, it's me!
"Tell me that," she pointed to the person onscreen, "isn't you!" Ms. Carmack said, just daring me to say 'no'. I love dares!
"No it's not." The look on her face was priceless! Almost as funny as Stans'!
"What do you mean 'it's not' you?"
"Well…" I sighed, exasperated. "You just told me to tell you it's not me. I'm was simply listening to you, a teacher." She pulled at her, once neat, bun. Then she turned to Kirova.
"Ms. Hathaway, we have visible proof of you being in the classroom; unsupervised and burning things!"
I turned around. "Can I call my lawyer?" I asked the both of them. Suddenly a piercing scream rang through the room. My head snapped back forward.
"What about these?" Ms. Carmack screeched, slamming a few burnt pots down on the desk.
"What about them?" I questioned with raised eyebrows.
"Hit play!" The headmistress did.
We all watched.
Music was playing in the background. A song I was familiar with.
There I stood in the middle of the screen, a pan in front of me on the stove. I didn't know what I was making at the time, not that it really mattered. Everything that I attempted either blew up or started a fire that day.
"Hey, hey. You, you. I don't like your girlfriend…" I sang along to the music. Damn I'm good!
Then I added, what looks to be, pickle juice to the pan. I turned around and walked towards a cabinet, dancing along the way.
"Go Hathaway! Go Hathaway!" However when I went back to the stove… well, there was a blazing fire.
"Aww, Shit! That's the seventh one today!"
Then the video stopped.
The guardians busted out laughing; but quickly regained their composure.
"You see!" Ms. Carmack gestured wildly towards the TV. I nodded. "Now what do you have to say?"
"I don't know. What do you want me to say?"
"That you did it!" She exclaimed.
"Okay, I did it." I paused for a moment. "Now, what exactly did I do?"
"You blew up pots, and nearly set the whole classroom alight… again!"
"I still don't see your proof that it was me in all of this," I smirked at her furious expression.
"That's it! I am so done! Just give her, her punishment!" I heard her shout before a door slammed.
"So… is Ms. Carmack alright?" I asked, feigning concern. "She seemed a bit… I don't know." I shrugged.
Kirova put her head in her hands. She waved us off as she said, "take care of her Belikov."
Yes, take care of me Dimitri.
We all began walking out, one by one.
Alberta, Dimitri, and then I.
However, without warning the phone rang. Kirova answered it and spoke quickly. "Yes… uh-huh, I see," she hung and turned towards us. "I have just been informed of an argument in Guardian Altos'-" That's where the three of us fled from the room.
Alberta gave me an amused smile and shook her head. "I should go. She's in your hands now Dimitri. But, don't go too hard on her, alright Belikov? She's still seventeen." Did she just… I would have to be an idiot to miss that innuendo!
With both my and Dimitris' mouths agape she smirked and walked away. Bloody hell!
I recovered from my shock after several moments. I shook Dimitris', unmoving, form. He didn't respond so I snapped my fingers in his face. Still nothing. "Hey comrade!" I yelled in his ear.
Finally, he came to.
"Uh- what?" He asked, confused, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Nothing comrade. Except you have to punish me," I whispered innocently. His eyes glazed over.
"Is that so?" He smirked.
"Yes."
"Well, than I guess I have to do what I see fit."
I hummed and walked closer to him, placing my hand on his arm. "And what would that be Guardian Belikov?" I breathed seductively. I saw him visibly shudder.
"Whatever I decide," he responded just as huskily.
"When will this be?"
"Five minutes?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Where?"
"Mine."
"Okay," I teasingly kissed the side of his mouth before walking off, swaying my hips more than necessary.
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