Hello everyone! This is my new work. I've read several stories about Dimitri being a moroi and Rose his guardian and I couldn't help but write my own. In this work, I shifted them back to the Highschool environment to experiment something new. This is a little excerpt of the love of our Roza and dear Dimka. I really hope you like it.!

DISCLAIMER:- I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO RICHELLE MEAD.

ENJOY!

He watched silently as she flipped her hair back and slumped down in her seat. A bored expression was marring her beautiful face. She closed her eyes and groaned silently. She opened her eyes again and fixed her glare on Ms. Nagy, the professor for Moroi Heritage and Culture. Her eyes go back to the clock on the wall above and she frowned. There was still 20 minutes left for the class to get over.

She turned around to whisper something to Vasilisa Dragomir who in return chuckled silently and punched her playfully. But all he could focus was the way her full pink lips moved. Oh! What would he give to taste that sweet goodness!

He felt a sudden sharp pain on his ribs and turned around to see Christian elbowing him.

"What the hell?"He spat out.

"You're drooling", he said monotonously. His hand flew to the corner of his mouth to see that there's indeed drool on his face. He quickly wiped it before anyone else noticed.

He turned around again and tried to fix his attention on the lecture Ms. Nagy seemed so passionate about. If he kept watching her every move now, he would get a fucking boner and that would not be funny in a class full of both Moroi and Dhampir students of the senior year.

But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't pay attention in the class. His mind moved back to her. Nowadays, all he could think about was her. Her beautiful face, her full pink cupid bow shaped lips, her thick chocolate brown locks, her beautiful doe shaped eyes and don't even get him started with her body. Her curves were a dangerous ride. With the perfect hourglass figure, she was a temptress, a temptress sent by the heaven just for him. Well, not just for him.

He saw in his peripheral vision, some boys both moroi and dhampir ogling her. Well, he couldn't really blame them, she was beautiful. Still he couldn't help but feel jealous. All of the boys here liked her just for her amazing physique and 90% of them just wanted to get into her pants. Nobody saw her for the real that she was. She was so much more than just a pretty face. The fire in her eyes, the way she was passionate about everything she did, the power she radiated in her every move in combat class. She was the epitome of feminine grace with sheer power and courage. And he wanted to know her for real. Not just some one night stand.

He stole another glance at her. She was still slumped on her seat chewing the end of her pencil throwing a pleading glance on the clock again.

He sighed and slumped down in his seat when a piece of paper came flying down and hit his head. He picked up the paper furiously and turned around to give the person who had thrown this, a good piece of his mind. Imagine his surprise when he turns to see Tasha giving him what was supposed to be sexy smile and winks at him, motioning to open the ball of paper. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a whole group of girls looking at his direction, sighing dreamily. He was sick of it.

He eyed the paper dubiously and then grimaced he unfolded it. Written in pink and red and decorated with hearts-crossed T & D, was her message.

YOU SEEM STRESSED. WANT ME TO GIVE YOU A MASSAGE? With kiss imprints all over the paper

He rolled his eyes and crushed it again into a ball, ready to be thrown into the dustbin as soon as the class ended.

He couldn't understand Tasha's obsession with him. Yes, he knew he was good-looking and came from money, but after being turned down so many times, you ought to seek yourself respect. Figures, she doesn't has any. If only she wasn't Christian's sister, he would have got rid of her a long time ago.

At one time, he may have liked her for her raven hair and ice blue eyes and would have probably hooked up with her for a good release. But now, even the thought of it made him nauseous. Firstly, she was too clingy for his taste. Even before sex, she was being horrendous, God knows what she would have done if he'd give her some attention. And secondly, he couldn't even think of any other person who was not Rose right now.

He didn't know when things changed. When did he transform from a rich moroi playboy to a lovesick fool of some sort? But apparently he did. And now, there was no turning back.

He was sitting there, thinking of ways he could get to make friend with her. After all, FRIENDSHIP is the first step to any other relationship. If he's not her good friend then she'd never trust him and without trust any relationship would be baseless.

So, he sat there, thinking, devising plans to get her attention at least. He was still deep in thought when the bell rang indicating the end of the class. He saw how her face lit up with relief and she picked up her things and rushed outside the class, no doubt to the cafeteria. Did he tell you that she had a big appetite and she was a sucker for junk food especially chocolate? Well, now you know.

He too picked up his stuff wanting to get to the cafeteria in order to escape the lunatic Tasha who undoubtedly would be waiting to jump on him and to…well observe Rose. Moving out of the classroom he made sure that Tasha sees him dumping her 'love letter' cum sexual innuendo. Maybe that would anger her and she'd leave him alone. Maybe!

She rushed to the cafeteria as fast as her feet could carry her. One more second in the Moroi heritage and Culture class and she would have died of boredom. The class was savage and she was very much irritated of the 'longing looks' guys were throwing at her. Couldn't they get the hint that she is not interested and leave her alone? How difficult is that to understand?

This was not the only thing bugging her. As it seems, a new member had joined her fan club. If it was any other moroi guy, she wouldn't give a shit about it. But it wasn't some normal guy. It was him. Dimitri Belikov.

The guy she'd crushed upon the whole school year. And he'd not even spared her a side glance. But now, all of a sudden, he's ogling her shamelessly. She knew better than to be shocked about this. He was a player. Maybe he had added her in the list of his conquests.

She sighed. It was the only possible reason for him to take the sudden interest in her. She couldn't help but feel sad about it. Everyone here liked her-gave her attention- just because of her body. The moroi lads thought she could be their blood whore and the dhampirs-they just wanted fun. When she turned down some arrogant moroi's like Jesse Zecklos, they started spreading rumors about her being a blood whore and sleeping around with them. After a few months, she stopped paying attention to these stupid ass back-fence talks. She was pure and she knew it. There was no reason to convince others to believe her.

And therefore she couldn't believe that this sudden change in Mr. Belikov's attitude was because he started liking her for real. It couldn't be. Right?

Still deep in her thought, she walked towards the counter in the cafeteria. Food always cheered her up and this depressing situation just demanded few bars of chocolate and some donuts. She did a happy dance in her head when she saw both of her comfort food available in the menu. She filled her plate with three large bars of chocolate, three choc-glazed donuts, a few slices of pizza and some orange juice.

Balancing her plate in one hand and her bag pack in the other, she started walking towards their usual table finding Christian, Lissa and Eddie already settled with their plates. Huh! She did spend a lot time thinking about him.

"Look everyone, Rose brought food for all of us. Thanks but no thanks Rose, we have pretty much suited ourselves," Christian replied with his usual snark, Nothing new there!

"I was not up for some social service but if you insist, I can break your mouth and help a lot of people of their headache," she replied mustering an angelic smile.

"You are not funny," he spat.

"Same goes for you," she said venom dripping her words.

"Enough you two," as usual Lissa's bored voice broke their glaring contest. "Do we have to go through this every day? Give it a break already."

Rose huffed but didn't say another word and started devouring her lunch. Christian did the same. Rose and Christian had a love-hate relationship, as in they loved to hate each other. They'd never accept aloud but they did care for each other. As weird as it sounds, they were so much alike, that they ended up resenting each other.

She had just finished her juice when the bell rang. BODYGUARD THEORY AND PROTECTION.

She suddenly wanted to bang her head against the table and probably knock herself out. It sounded a better option than to deal with Stan. On a more formal setting it would be Guardian Stan Alto, but as she liked to tease him merciless, she never used his appropriate title. She groaned like a hundredth time that day thinking what would Stan had today in store for her.

"Come on Rose!" Eddie called out.

"I don't want to go," she whined.

Eddie laughed at his friend's antics thinking if there will be a day she grows up.

"And face the wrath of Alto?" he tried. Maybe the fear of the Satan himself would get her moving, but no luck there. Lissa and Christian had already finished their lunch and had gone to the library to 'study'.

"He's gonna be pissed at me, anyways," she drawled lazily.

"Come on Rose, we're going to be late and that'd piss him even more," Eddie pulled her up with sheer force this time. If she was not coming like a civilized being, then he'll carry her all the way to the class.

She shrieked a girly scream when Eddie threw her over his shoulders.

"Put me down, put me down, put me down, I'll walk I swear," she cried.

"You sure?" Eddie asked.

"Yes! Now put me down, you idiot," she yelled.

He chuckled and put her down steering her to the class, in the Devil's Den. They reached there before Stan had arrived. Eddie ran and took the place beside Mason, both of them falling in an animated conversation. She sighed. Boys!

She scanned the classroom and found the only place available was beside Dimitri Belikov.

Yes, you heard her right. Dimitri Belikov, a moroi attended that class. Earlier this year, a law had been passed at the court which stated that the moroi had to learn how to fight alongside the guardians. After years of them being lazy and hiding behind the guardians, they would finally have to come forward and learn to defend themselves. The guardians number were falling rapidly and if the earlier practice continued, there will not be a day far when the moroi race would be wiped out entirely and by extension the Dhampir race too.

But there was a clause in the law that only the moroi who are 'interested' would be allowed to learn. Nonetheless to say, Dimitri Belikov was interested. The number of Moroi students was still less in the class, but it was believed that in coming time people would see the need and would certainly join the cause.

She sighed. Looks like the entire universe is against her or with her right now! She walked to his place, her nerves getting the best of her. She didn't want to believe but a part of her, a small teeny-tiny part was still crazy about him.

She silently observed as the few strands of his shoulder-length light brown hair fell on his forehead and temple and framed his handsome face. His deep brown eyes were sparkling in the light that illuminated the classroom. Unlike the most moroi's , he worked out and as a result had great physique. His 6'7" stature was well complimented by the delicious muscles adorning his body in all the right places. As she approached him, she could bathe in the wonderful scent of his aftershave. Oh dear sweet lord Jesus! How is she going to spend the entire class sitting next to him, his scent assaulting her senses! But she had no choice. Did she?

He was lost in the book placed before him and wasn't paying attention to the noise around him. With the most composed voice, she could muster at that time, she said,

"Can I sit here?"

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