"Hey Hathaway, nice ass!" yelled some faceless penis. I considered replying. Hell, what the fuck did I have to lose?

Since Dimitri had… left, I'd turned into not just an occasional bitch but now head bitch, working full time. It had freaking good perks. Healthcare for one. Oh and being able to pick fights with just about anyone and not get questioned and generally not stood up to.

I wiggled my ass just a little more and heard a sharp intake of breath from the male occupants of the hallway.

"Hey dickwad, nice mangina." I muttered through gritted teeth.

The only reason I stuck around here?

1) To finish my guardian training

2) Lissa

3) Christian

But obviously, mainly the first two. Christian was just another faceless penis. I could've chosen to fuck anyone. Why him though? Maybe I knew deep down that he was as miserable, hopeless as I was. And you're not supposed to have him. Always have to be against rules, authority don't you? Why can't you just be a good girl? I had a brief image of herself in a 'good girl' schoolgirl outfit and decided I looked like even more of a slut. Guess that's a no to being good.

I kept walking down the hall, shaking off the people who tried to catch hold of her arm and talk to her. She was a on a mission, needed to talk to Christian, since Lissa had asked her for condoms. I mean, I know she's scared about having sex with Christian, but cheating on him?

Lissa was better than that… so I thought. Not like I can really judge her, since I've been cheating with her boyfriend for a while. Lissa though, she's always been seriously… straight laced. Uptight, whatever you want to call it.

I'm gonna warn Christian, so he doesn't get a shock when the rumours start to infiltrate. And their will be gossip, she's the last Dragormir princess -someone's going to want to boast.

Since leaving the church, I'd gone back to my room and had a shower as I usually do. I feel disgusting afterwards… Probably just the sweat? Not the cold, sinking feeling of guilt again. I'm a bitch. I don't do 'guilty'. Fuck 'em and leave 'em I say. I was wearing a tight t-shirt and a skirt with some super cute ankle boots, since classes were over for today.

I'd only been out of the shower ten minutes when Lissa knocked on my door and sheepishly came in, sitting on the bed while I got changed in the bathroom. Which explains why my hair is still wet. I prefer letting it dry naturally, since it's less trouble.

Finally it was Christian's room. I knocked loudly and rested a hand on my hip while I waited for the shuffling inside to near the door. The door swung open and Christian looked agitated until he saw me. Or should I say, agitated before he saw my boobs? Sure it was a low cut top but I thought I could pull it off without looking like a hooker. Maybe I was wrong? The way my skirt had been hiked up before I'd reached his door too, that totally wasn't on purpose, much.

"Back for some more?" He smirked, raising a dark eyebrow at me. Damn. Even the other, totally prejudiced Moroi girls agreed he was a nice piece of ass. Well, that was my wording, not there's. I sniffed and pushed past him into his room.

It was messy, books and magazines (porn and otherwise) littered the floor. His bed was made and looked fairly clean, so I sat down on it, crossing my legs in the dangerously short skirt. "Don't think you could handle anymore Ozera. There was a rumour you had to use Viagra going round y'know." I teased, crossing my arms over my boobs.

Christian chuckled and (ignoring the doors open rule) shut the door and pulled a chair from his desk in the corner of his room, sitting down in it opposite me. "So assuming this isn't pleasure… it's something serious?"

I sighed in a pained way and decided to gabble it all out. "Lissa asked me to get some condoms for her."

He looked unimpressed. "And?"

"You don't care?" I spluttered, pointing accusingly at him.

"Well, considering they're for me tonight, not particularly."

Oh. Oooooh. Oh shit. Erm… What the fuck was I, stupid? Of course they were for him! Why did I instantly jump to the conclusion that she was cheating. Because you wanted to believe he wouldn't fuck anyone but you. For fuck's sake Hathaway! He's a guy! He'll bang anything that has a pulse! I felt a blush creep up my neck and colour my cheeks in what was probably a violent beetroot and cleared my throat awkwardly.

"Is that it?" He cleared his throat awkwardly. "That's sweet Hathaway. If you suspect cheating in the future, let me know." So here it was. When he was fucking me, he was halfway decent. But when he wasn't getting anything from the exchange, he was a little bitch.

"Fuck off." I spat, anger boiling in me like a volcano. He cocked his head to the side and pouted.

"You okay there? Y'got a little blushing going on there." And that was it. From the bed, I sprang up and grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and dragged him from the chair. He seemed content to let me rough him up, which was even more infuriating. I flung my body, and therefore his, at the wall. This knocked a shelf of books from the wall, all the paper bodies fluttering and crashing loudly against the floor.

"I've got nothing to be fucking embarrassed about. Maybe it would've been better if she was cheating! SHOW YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE. You're a fucking waste of space. PIECE OF SHIT." By now I was screaming, my throat was raw and all he was doing was looking at me blankly.

"I hate you. I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!"

Then I was crying, hot tears streaming down my face. My body was limp now and Christian held me, stroking my hair.

Then there was a knock at the door.