Hey, so I guess this is my second fanfic. I've had this idea playing about my head for a while so I decided to write it (:

summary: Rose had been in some bad shit, so her mother kicked her out to live with her father, who she happens to hate. Moving to a new school without the freedom she used to have is hard, and making it worse is a certain Russian badboy who just loves making her life a mess. He can see through her like no one else can... what will that lead to?

Yeah, Extreme OOC in this people. Just a little warning!

anyway, I'm still debating on whether or not to continue this story, so review and let me know (:

"You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far. " ~Uncle Remus

I guess you could say that my mother and I had never really gotten along.

But never in a million years, did I think she would do this to me. Ever. She knew how I felt, how I felt about him. That didn't matter to her, and just because I made one stupid mistake, she'd shipped me off to L.A from New York. She didn't care that I despised my father, she didn't care that he would control me, she just didn't care. End of story.

Ibrahim Mazur had to be the most disgusting, vile man I had ever met. He was controlling, manipulative and complete crude, manner less oaf. I think it is quite realistic when I say I despise every inch of him and he practically makes me want to sick.

So here I lie, wide awake and exhausted. Sleep hadn't come to me, and so like the past two days, I stare at the white ceiling, like it's was my vocal point of strength. Again and again, my mind zoomed back to my mother, who was probably having the time of her life in New York, now she was rid of me. Did she know how I was feeling? She probably did, I highly doubted she even cared.

I had done some pretty bad things. Drugs, sex, alcohol, stealing and sometimes I'd disappear for days at a time. I guessed I deserved everything that my father gave me. He never hit me, or anything like that at all, he didn't need to. His patronizing tone, how I knew that he just hated me, the fact that he had total power of me, made me want to scream.

"Rosemarie?" There was a soft knock at my bedroom door. I had my own room, which was the complete opposite of my old home. My mother had married into a large family, and her new husband had four children, all girls. I had to share my room with a vile, horrible girl, and if there was one good thing, about moving away from New York, it was that I no longer had to look at that tramp.

"What?" I snapped, throwing my blankets over my head. I may have been acting like a child, but over the past few days, a lot had changed. I went from being a kickass teenager roaming the streets of New York, to a complete nerd, controlled by her father.

"Your father asked me to hurry you." Holly's sweet voice rippled through the closed door. "You're going to be late to your first day of school."

I groaned in desperation and I felt like I was about to burst into tears. Yay. I was so excited to start a totally new school in the middle of the semester! Not really, that was bullshit. The truth was that I'd rather poke my eyes out with a fork, than start this new school which would no doubt have fake blondes, tanned girls and bitches to top that all off. I tried to remember that there could possibly be hot guys, but in my mood? I don't think I could attract a mosquito.

Plus, one of Abe's many rules was under no circumstances was I to date or 'fool around' with any guys without his consent. I also wasn't allowed to drive to school or back from school incase I went 'loitering'. Those rules, I could live with, because they were easy to break, but the next one send me into shock.

Abe had to choose my clothes.

I climb out of bed to see my 'first day of school' outfit, and I almost puke all over it. I guess it would be nice to a stuck up, preppy girly girl, but that wasn't me. I was the type of girl who liked to make a scene, who loved the colors black and red together and was always the center of attention, be it a party or Sunday mass.

This just made me look like a stuck up, girly brat. My hand ran over the camisole, and I felt the soft texture beneath my fingers. It was more than known that Abe was rolling in money, I mean; you'd like to think so, considering he owned his own company. He took pride in calling himself the CEO of Mazur Industries.

I groaned and looked over my clothes hanging on the door of my huge, white closet. The closet itself was gorgeous. I could walk into it and it was like an actual room. It was HUGE and it was filled with millions of clothes, but Abe insisted I wore this.

The cami was white with little pink, blue and yellow flowers all over it. It looked tight fitting, and I guess that was okay, at least people could see my curves. My eyes skim down to the white skinny jeans, and I guess they were hot too, they looked tight fitting as well and I had to admit, I didn't think Abe would let me wear something like this. My eyes looked further down to the high heels on the floor. Wow. They were hot... well, apart from the color. They were opened toe stilettos and they were a light peachy pink color.

Next to my clothes, was a vanity table. On it was my pink purse for school, a pair of pink rose earrings, pink perfume, pink and blue bracelets and a pink iPod. I picked the iPod up, knowing that not one band I liked would be on it.

Yup. Nothing I liked. All the songs belonged to either fucking Glee or Britney Spears. Seriously. No Doors, no All Time Low, no Linkin Park, no Nirvana. Glee and fucking Britney Spears. I wanted to be sick.

I guess you could say my outfit was hot... if it was a fucking different color. The many splashing pinks made me want to poke my eyes out. I had no choice, I Knew Abe's rules.

If I stepped out of line once, he was disowning me and I would have no where to go.

So here I was, obeying his rules, something I don't think I'd ever done before. I sighed taking the clothes from the hanger to put them on me. The cami did make my curves stand out, as did the skinny jeans, the high heels made me look taller and yeah, okay I looked hot... but not as hot as I usually was with my amazing hair, fuckable makeup and red or black clothes.

Now I just looked stuck up.

Urgh, at this moment I didn't think I wanted to kill my mother more. She'd done some bad things herself once, I mean, she'd been into drugs and guys when she was younger!

I guess what I done was far worse. I had been out with my best friend Mia when we had gotten into some trouble. Well, long story short, I had stabbed some guy and then I was pressed with six assault charges for kicking the shit out of the police man who tried to arrest me.

I was put in the cell over night, because I was under the age of eighteen I was going to be put into an all girls juvee, but of course, my well respected, rich father bailed me out and my mother said she never wanted to look or speak to me again. I guess I could have had a worse punishment, but I explained that when I stabbed the guy, it was for nothing more than self defense. Just because I was drunk at the time, my mom didn't believe me. Figures.

I tried to explain that life was about mistakes... but she was having none of it.

So I curled my hair, and it was just the way I liked it... messy and sexy. Unfortunately, Abe took away my makeup, according to him, makeup made young girls look disgusting and horrible. Also, it was a bad influence.

In his own words he said, "Make up is a mask, you should not hide behind it. You are my daughter and I will not tolerate weakness or hiding."

Prick, huh?

So I walk out of my bedroom, leaving my retarded excuse for an iPod behind. My father owned on of the largest houses on the west side of LA. Literally, only about ten minutes away, was a huge beach filled with white sand, which went on for miles. I found myself getting lost in the long, marble hallways filled with rare, exquisite art.

The statue at the end of the hall looked familiar, but I didn't know what direction to turn in. Thankfully, I saw a little petite woman, roughly around the same age as me. She was Romanian, and I knew this because she was the girl who had helped me put away my stuff.

Well, if you called it stuff, the only thing I was allowed to bring was my pajamas.

I walked closer to the small girl, her dark brown hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she too, didn't wear any makeup. I knew that all the maids and cooks could go home if they wanted but I also knew that a lot of them decided to stay here, on the very top floor, which my father called the Servant's headquarters. He was such a fucking ass wipe.

"Hey? Catina, isn't it?" I asked, stepping forward.

"Good morning, ma'am." The little girl said, her eyes a blazing green. "No, ma'am, I am Corina."

"Oh... okay then." I said, leaning against the mahogany walls. This house was like a labyrinth, it would take me ages to figure out were to go. About the millionth time being in this house, I wished I was back in my penthouse apartment in Brooklyn, New York. "Can you tell me where Abe is?"

Corina tightened the small duster in her hand and she nodded her head. "Yes, Corina can show you Ma'am."

I knew that Corina wasn't that good at English, and her accent was hard to understand, but I followed her petite body as she bobbled away from me. I lost sight of her when she walked around the corner. I picked up my speed and followed her, walking into a huge hallway, and the walls were made of glass.

Looking out the windows, I could see the whole of LA, Abe's huge pool and enormous garden and three cars parked out side the garage. Around the perimeter of the house, there was a huge stone wall, and a huge iron gate. I knew this was to keep Abe's guard dogs in. They wouldn't harm us, but if any intruders came in? They were fucked.

"So..." I said, trying to break the silence, "How long have you worked for my dad?"

"Oh not long, Mister Ibrahim is a very generous man, very generous." She said. It was clear that she worshipped Abe.

I didn't want to comment. Seriously, how could she even consider that Abe was a good man? He was the most fucking sorry excuse for a generous man I'd ever met. So, we continued in silence and it was more than a little uncomfortable.

My high heels clicked across the cold marble floors, and the silence made me think about how things were going to go today. Eddie would bring me to school, I'd be a freak of nature in school, and Eddie takes me home from school. How excited am I? I can barely contain myself.

We walked down a pair of wide, marble stairs with iron banisters, when I heard the soon of music playing. Now this was not music. It was too soft, too fancy... too... classical. I liked my music loud, with a fierce beat... something you could actually dance too. At times like these, I wish Abe hadn't taken my guitar away.

I followed Corina into the large study. Literally, it was the biggest fuck off study I had ever seen. The whole back wall, which was fucking huge, was covered in books, and the shelves were so high, that there was actually a ladder connected to it, so that people could reach. There was also a huge sphere globe, it looked antique and I knew for a fact that I would be forbidden to touch it. There was a huge marble fire place, right next to where a huge desk sat. On the desk it, there was little golden plaque that said Ibrahim Mazur, CEO of Mazur Industries.

Fuck me. Why the fuck did he have that on his study desk. It's not like we didn't already know, I mean he bragged about it enough without having to stick golden plaques around the fucking house.

My mind was sent away from the idiotic plaque when my eyes fell upon the disgusting man on the chair.

"The next time I ask you to hurry, Rosemarie, I expect you to obey." He said. He was in his usual suit, looking as rich and fresh as he always did. His dark hair, the exact same shade as mine, was slicked back with a bucket load of wax and gel and his eyes were dark and full of hate as he glanced at me with his patronizing eyes.

"It's Rose." I stubbornly said, refusing to agree to his demand.

"No, on the day of your birth I specifically asked the midwife to give you the name of Rosemarie." Abe growled, "Rose is a disgusting name, and I will not have you use it, understand?"

I clenched my fists and I fought the angry monster inside of me. The urge to just run over and smack him was crazy. "Yes." I choked through my anger.

"Yes, what?" Abe taunted. He was making fun of me, he knew that this was making me angry and he knew I could do nothing about it.

"Yes, sir." I replied, my vision was tinged in red and I wanted scream the fucking house down.

"Good." Abe replied. He picked up the news paper that was sitting on his desk and picked it up, looking at it, everything was quiet as he flicked through pages, looking as mean and as angry as ever, turning each page with a growl as he read the headlines and news. After a while, his eyes gaze over the head of the clean news paper and he glared at me.

"Your hair is disgusting." He commented, "You look wild and unclean. Brush it back and stick it up."

I glanced at him in shock. Was he fucking serious?

"What? So know I'm not allowed to wear my hair down?" I commented, hardly able to believe my luck.

"Do not speak back to me." Abe warned from over his newspaper, not even looking slightly bothered, what terrified me about Abe was the he didn't have to raise his voice to make you quiver. His voice stayed calm, scary and honestly I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to mess with him, "You speak when asked a question, you disobedient girl. You will obey my rules so long as you live under my house. Now stick your hair up before I walk over there and do it myself."

I felt my insides shutter in hatred as I searched the inside of my ugly pink purse. Inside, my new books that I would be using lay, I wanted to spit on them as I moved them out of the way to find an elastic band and a hairbrush. Once I did, I brushed all the hair spray and curls out of my hair, Abe watched me in amusement as I tied it back as tight as it would go, not one hair out of place.

"That's much better." Abe commented, picking up his stupid coffee mug, taking a small sip. "Edison will be down shortly, you may wait here until he arrives."

"So Eddie's aloud to sleep in, and I wasn't?" I asked, feeling more hatred for this man than I'd ever felt before. I could understand why my mother divorced him.

"Edison is not a disrespectful, horrible, disgusting girl." Abe said, like that didn't hurt me at all. "He is well respected, he is in many school clubs and he has many connections."

"I have connections." I said, which was true, I had been extremely popular back in New York.

"Yes, you do, dear." He agreed, "With drugs dealers and whores."

I clenched the edge of the expensive, velvet loveseat that no doubt cost more than some people's cars. I hope that I would create a huge hole in the chair, but I had no such luck. It was just like my father to bring up how much of a disappointment I was, compared to Eddie. Truthfully, the reason why I think he loved Eddie so much was because he was a boy. Yes, I said it. Abe was a fucking sexist bastard.

"Ibrahim, dear?" Holly walked in, her beautiful blonde hair tied into a tight bun at the back of her head. She wore a little makeup, and a cute blouse and pencil skirt. As much as I respected Holly, she too, looked stuck up. Her high heels clicked across the wooden floor and she bent down to kiss my father's cheek.

Holly was Eddie's mom, and she had married my father roughly around ten years ago. I had only seen her a few times when my mother forced me to stay here in LA, but the few times she had, I had learned that she was a very nice woman, who definitely did not deserve my father as a husband.

"Good morning, Holly dear." He said, kissing her cheek in return. "Is Edison up and ready?"

"He just making himself some breakfast, he'll be with us soon." She replied sounding just as stuck up as Abe. I watched them and rolled my eyes, didn't they realize how fake they sounded?

"What a fine young man!" Abe complimented, "He would need that breakfast, he needs all the energy he can get!"

Holly chuckled and she placed her hand on Abe's defined shoulder. I wanted to stick my finger down my throat and puke. Abe's eyes moved to mine and he glared angrily at me.

"Do you wish to speak, Rosemarie?" Abe asked, his voice threatening and little scary, but still the same icy calm tone.

"If I wanted to speak, I would have spoken." I said, looking at my manicured nails.

Abe ignored my jab and continued to speak with me. "I assume you are perfectly aware of the rules you must abide whilst staying here?" He asked, his voice thick with amusement. I saw Holly look away, almost looking ashamed. Wouldn't you be ashamed if my father was your husband?

"Well, you did repeat them about a billion times." I said, crossing my legs. "I'm not allowed a car, no dates, the only friends I'm allowed to have are Eddie's friends, you have to choose the activities that I want to join, you choose my clothes, you choose what music I listen to-"

"You will also be awarded." Abe said slowly, his deep voice interrupting my rant. With one sentence, he could shut up an entire room. That was just the type of man Abe was. "Once I am positive that you are no longer the disgusting girl you are now, I will give you some treats."

"What? Like a dog?" I scoffed, not liking the sound of that. What would he do, throw me a dog biscuit every once in a while? I knew I shouldn't have talked back to him, he had explained to me that if I didn't control my anger, he would punish me.

"No, your manners are more disappointing than an animal's." Abe said, picking up his newspaper. "At least the dog has an excuse; it is a creature that clearly doesn't have an intellectual mind. What is your excuse for your disgusting behavior?"

I knew he meant that question as a rhetorical question, so I bit my tongue and I hoped to almighty God that Eddie arrived soon. Unlike the rest of this horrible house, I was actually quite close to Eddie. After a few tantrums and tears, Eddie had explained to me that he'd try to make this as easy as he could. I knew he would try to help me through my anger issues and I knew that would be hard. I was used to acting on how I felt, on pure instinct and now, I had no choice but act like I didn't have this anger issue, and pretend that I was the sophisticated young daughter of L.A's most successful Chief Executive Officer.

"That's what I thought." My father retorted, sounding cold, harsh, unloving. "Also, I expect you to arrive here at exactly four o'clock. I have arranged for you to start some piano lessons."

I didn't even reply to that. I stared at him, opened mouthed... piano lessons? I knew that Abe had a music room, and I knew that there was piano… but seriously? The only thing I could so much as do was play the electric guitar. My father so kindly allowed me to use the acoustic guitar that was in the music room. I guess that was better than nothing, but I much preferred my gorgeous purple and black electric guitar locked up in the large cupboard.

According to him, rock music is a bad influence on a teenager's life. Again, not being able to say a word, everything fell into a silence. Piano lessons? If I thought life was bad fifteen minutes ago, I was sorely mistaken. Piano lessons were gayer than Elton John, fucks sake. I continued to scowl, ignoring my father and step mother, keeping my eyes on my high heels. I should have asked him why he allowed me to wear these, but he probably would have replied with something like 'To improve your dreadful posture' or 'I think you need some added height, you're far too short.'

Asshole.

The silence continued and it was so fucking loud. All I could concentrate on was the silent room, the click of Holly's heals or the turn of my father's news paper page. I checked my nails again, painted a jet black and I knew that without a doubt that if Abe noticed, he would hand me the first nail polish remover in sight. I sighed in anticipation. This was it, the first day of school and I was no were near ready.

I guess it would have been alright if it was the beginning of the year, but no. It was March, and it was in the middle of the semester. I continued to mope and feel sorry for myself until I hear the sound of shoes hitting the hard marble floor. I raised my head, to see my step brother Eddie standing at the study room door, hands in pockets and looking like he was ready to face the world.

"You ready to go?" He said, a huge smile on his face, dangling his car keys in between his fingers. I swallowed in a panic, and then nodded my head slowly, grabbing my pink bag and looking at my father. I couldn't move, my panic was keeping me seated. I could literally feel the balls of sweat gather on my forehead, why was I acting like such a freak? I could do this. I could do this.

I totally can't do this.

I leaned back into the chair and looked at Eddie, my eyes wide and terrified. I was trying my best to hide the fact that I was practically shitting myself in fear, but I knew he could see through it and when his eyes flicked quickly to my father and then to me.

"Edison, you're aware that Rosemarie needs to be here at four?" My father asked, folding his news paper in half, before setting it down neatly before him. He joined his hands and with his dark eyes, he looked at my brother.

"Yes, sir." Eddie replied with a charming smile, unlike me, Eddie actually happened to like my father. "I'll have her home."

My father nodded his head before standing up, tucking his huge throne like chair behind him, he walked towards Holly, took hold of her elbow and together they walked towards the huge double doors of the living room, exactly where Eddie stood. They both stopped, and Holly with her tight posh clothes, clear wrinkle free face and tied back blonde hair, stepped forward, placed a fragile hand on her sons forearm and then placed a soft kiss on his cheek. She walked away, a proud smile on her beautiful face, as my father stepped forward and patted his back with affection. They both ignored me.

I thought they had gone until my father stood confidently at the door and glared at me. "Remember what we discussed, Rosemarie. Step out of line once and you'll regret it. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I nodded my head, the soft breeze of the open window flowing across my bare face, free from any of my hairs. He gave me curt nod and then walked away, following his wife. I rolled my eyes as soon as he was out of sight and Eddie gave me a sympathetic smile.

"You okay?" He asked, looking at me with worried eyes.

I exhaled a huge breath I didn't realize I had been holding and nodded slowly. I managed to gain the strength I needed, and I stood up, picking up my purse and following Eddie out of the huge study.

As soon as I came to stand at his tall side, he wrapped a thick arm around me. Edison Castile. Popular, gorgeous, rich. What wasn't there to like? I looked up at him threw my thick eye lashes. He had sandy brown hair, it looked like his mothers blonde hair, only with a brownish hue. He had big blue eyes and a tanned complexion, and let's say he wasn't light in the muscle department. It was obvious he worked out and he had great style. He caught me staring at him, and he peaked down, whilst we were still walking, and he gave me a wide grin that showed me his straight white teeth. It was contagious, and I found myself smiling to, and I was brought with a sense of relief. Maybe everything would be okay.

He was exactly how I imagined an older brother to be. Sweet, caring and protective. After being kicked out of my home, and forced to stay here, the only person who seemed to care about how I felt, was my big brother and I had to admit, I was thankful that he was here.

Together, we walked out, and as soon as Eddie opened the wide, white doors the blazing rays of sunlight shining from the sunny L.A sky warmed my skin and blinded my eyes. Eddie smiled at me as I fiddled in my bag for my Ray Banns, and sticking them covering my eyes, I could finally see my father's huge mansion.

For as long as the eye could see, there was beauty. In the garden, trees went on for a long time, and even though I couldn't see it, I knew there was a huge swimming pool behind our huge mansion. We walked down the cobbled steps and to the large sideway garage, big enough to hold at least ten cars. With his keys, Eddie clicked a button and the huge garage doors opened to reveal two cars. I eyed my father's car in distaste. The sleek silver paint of the Mercedes SLR McLaren was smooth and unscratched, and I was willing to bet my life, that the asshole spend more money on that car, than an average working man made his whole life.

Next to the Mercedes was Eddies car, and I knew just by the proud look he was giving it, that he loved his car very much. The gorgeous, sexy black Aston Martin Vanquish was parked next to my father's car, and both of them were pretty impressive, but I had to admit, I favored Eddie's car. It was sexy, fast looking and it was a convertible.

"Hop in." Eddie said proudly, opening my door for me. I nodded my head in thanks and sat down in the black leather seats, taking in how neat and nice it was. You'd expect a guy's car to be covered in rubbish and dirt or dust, basically disgusting, but Eddie's car was spotless and I had no doubt that it was clean enough that it sparkled.

Eddie walked around the side of the car and hopped into the driver's side, a huge smile on his face. Yep. He definitely loved his car. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out his own sun glasses, he placed them on his eyes and started the car. The smooth engine purred under my feet, and almost immediately Eddie glided smoothly out of the garage. We were driving for a while, down a huge lane of trees until we came to the large iron gates of Mazur Manor.

Eddie stopped for a second, and the soft breeze of the L.A day flew across my face and threw my pony tail. I looked at the scenery around me as the iron gates opened to reveal a beautiful place filled with nature. I had to admit, the place was beautiful and if under different living conditions, I knew for a fact that I would have loved L.A.

I knew that once we got to school, I would be on my own. It would be up to me to gain the respect that I had in New York. It would be hard, no doubt, but I knew that I would be a huge question mark in this new school. I would be the new girl who moved from crazy New York halfway through the semester, and that was bound to start rumors, questions. Whatever.

Eddie started the car again, and we became driving smoothly through the beautiful city. The day before, my brother had explained that our school was only a few minutes away from the house, and I knew that within fifteen minutes, I would be in a totally new, scary place with unfamiliar surroundings.

The sun continued to pelt down upon my head, and its bright light bounced off the shiny coat of the black car. The roof of the car was down, and the breeze continued to smack across my face, I turned my head to see Eddie reaching across to put on the radio. Immediately, a song I didn't recognize came on. Eddie, however, seemed to know every word as he rapped along to the horrible music… seriously? That was considered music? The rap continued, every word leaving the mans mouth was like a hammer to the head.

Eddie's hand tapped the steering wheel furiously, as he sang. As soon as the song was finished, another rap came on, but he ignored it, deciding to talk to me instead. "So?" He said, turning his head slightly, before looking quickly back at the busy road. It was only around half eight, and the streets where packed with shoppers, people walking to school and small families about to start family days out. "What are you expecting to come?"

I thought about that. What exactly did I expect? Looking down at my girly stuck up outfit, I knew that the rich bitches would pretend to love me, but really backstab the shit out of me. There would be the bitches, the freaks, the nerds. I was expecting it to be like any other high school, only this school, wouldn't have my friends in it. It wouldn't have my favorite teachers. It wouldn't have my band. It wouldn't be mine, and I knew for a fact, that I wouldn't like it.

"Nothing new." I replied with a nervous sigh, that I disguised with another sigh of impatience.

"Rose." Eddie said, in a warning tone, his deep voice full of worry. "You can't… act they way you did in New York here. Not only will dad kill you, you have to remember that these people don't know you, and you could end up with unnecessary enemies."

"Yeah, I've heard this all before Eddie." I said impatiently, crossing my arms.

He looked at me quickly and nodded his head. I knew that he expected the worse from me, that was given. Everyone expected the worse from Rose Hathaway, the rebel, the trouble maker. I had gotten rid of the drugs, I had stopped drinking, I had stopped the sex, not willingly of course, but still. I had stopped, and yet, everyone was ready for the worse. How did they expect me to grow up and move on, if they didn't do the same?

Driving through huge black gates, we were met with a sign that said Welcome to St. Vladimir's Academy… what it really should have said, however, was Welcome to Hell.

I closed my eyes as I felt people's eyes on Eddie's car. Peeking out slightly, I could see that a lot of girls were looking at the car in excitement, but I already knew that Eddie was popular, and as incest as it may sound, my brother was a hottie. He found a parking space and parked. The music turned off as he jammed the key out of the ignition. I opened my eyes to see the whole student body walking outside a modern, ordinary high school. Nothing special. What freaked me out though, was the amount of students. There was so God damned much! They were like a swarm of angry bees moving from car to car, meeting up with friends, boyfriends, girlfriends. That sort of thing.

My hand was practically shaking as I reached out to pull the door open, but before my fingertips touched the handle of the door, a hand wrapped around my wrist. I spun around to see Eddie looking at me in worry. "Stick with me." He said, his gorgeous blue eyes looking intently at me. This wasn't just a warning, it was also reassuring. My father hold told me that Eddie would chose my friends… but obviously he would have chosen his own friends, right? I mean, he was only a few months older than me. We were both seniors and let's face it, we were both good looking. Why wouldn't I fit in with the popular crowd?

Although it sounded…tempting I didn't know whether or not I fancied it. Back in New York, I had been popular, but not for being able to do backflips on a football field, or being the best girl at giving head, I was known as a trouble maker, a crack head, a drunk and whether I liked it or not, I was also known as one of the hottest girls at my school. I resented that.

I nodded my head at my brother, and this seemed to relieve him a little, if not a lot. He gave me one of his regular smiles and opened his door, and I did the same, stepping out into the busy courtyard. The fear inside of me felt like I was being torn up inside, and I felt like I couldn't breath. It was awful. My hand was shaking as I reached into the backseat of the car to grab my purse.

Eddie waited by the front of the car as he locked it. Once I was ready he walked slowly behind me, knowing that I was afraid and unready. In less than ten minutes I would be stared at, glared at, gazed at. People would bitch, people would talk, people would ignore. That was just the way high school was, and it fucked us up. I took a deep breath and told myself I had the strength, although I doubted I really did.

I walked out in front of everyone. At first I was ignored, no one noticed me, and I was thankful for that. Out of everyone's eye, that meant I was less likely to make a fool of myself. Then, Eddie hollered everywhere "MASE!" A lot of people's heads turned to look at Eddie, a popular boy, and me, the new girl. The stares came. No one seemed to be able to take their eyes away from me and I could feel all of their scrutinizing glares as I stayed by my brother's side. Bursting from the crowd, came a cute senior boy with fiery red hair, blue eyes and little splashes of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Like I said, he was cute. He stopped down his gay-assed run whenever his eyes fell upon me, and suddenly he had gained this proud man stride, his head held high and truth be told, he looked confident.

"Hey Ed," Mase said with a guy nod, his eyes flickering to me every available second. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!"

Eddie held out his hand and playfully punched Mase on the arm. "Shut up, Mason." Oh, Mase was his nickname. Duh. "This is my sister, man." Mason looked at me again, and this time he actually smiled, looing very young and again, very cute.

"Well, hello Eddie's sister." He said with a gentle bow, "I'm Mason Ashford."

I smirked in amusment. This kid was cute, like puppy dog cute, not guy cute. I rolled my eyes and I felt my brother's big hand pinch me, and I knew that was his way off telling me to drop the attitude and be nice. "Hey, I'm Rose Hathaway."

Mason stood up straight and smiled sweetly at me, then turned his attention back to Eddie. "Did you hear, man?" He asked, his eyes wide and full of excitement. He went to stand by my brother's side as we began to stroll to a huge crowd filled with hot looking girls and muscled, yummy guys. Clearly the popular crowd. "Belikov's back."

Eddie stopped in his tracks and glared at Mason. "You're kidding, right?" He asked, sounding as if this was the biggest shit going. I decided to ignore the conversation, not knowing who this Belikov kid was, I decided to focus on my surroundings. Yep, just as I suspected I could see all the cliques.

Although they all fitted into there own little worlds and troubles, and I guess each one was charming in its own way, my eyes went straight to a couple sitting on a high wall, skateboards at their feet as they playfully beat the shit out of each other. The boy had jet black hair, and he was dressed in all black, and even from here I could tell that he was extremely pale, his hand was holding onto a girl's wrist playfully as she kicked him continuously, and they looked like they were having fun. The girl, had extremely short black hair, the exact same shade as the boys, and she too, was pale. She was in a short sleeved tank top, and down her arms where sleeve tattoos, all different colors. On top of her head, was a grey beany hat. It was falling off due to the fight, showing me her sexy cropped hair and she was wearing extremely skinny black jeans and the hottest high heeled leather boots she had ever seen. On the ground next to the pair, was a backpack and a satchel. The satchel was black leather, and clearly a boys bag, the other was just a simple black backpack but even from across the court, I could see the many multicolored badges splattered all over it.

Now, they looked like the type of guys I would hang with.

Mysterious, different, rebellious and clearly badass.

"Rose?" My eyes snapped away from the two kids, to focus on my brother and the large group. Every single head was turned my way, each and every one of them staring at me. The guys in obvious approval and pleasure, some girls were giving me fake smiles, some genuine and some I could tell didn't even bother to hide their distaste.

Geez, I was enjoying myself already.

"These are all my friends." Eddie said happily, knocking knuckles with a few guys. A few of them had cigarettes in their hands, and they all looked fake as fuck. The smell of smoke radiating from the small stick was driving me insane. Fuck sake, I had only been off smoking for a few days and here I was, tempted to steal the cigarette from the guys mouth.

I sighed; this was going to be a long day.

My eyes scanned the crowd and I realized that all the girls were grouped around in one corner, whispering furiously. I had no doubt that they were gossiping, and I had no longing desire to join them in their bitchy hisses. I also didn't want to join, because I knew who they were gossiping about.

Me.

It was confirmed when a girl with long blonde hair turned her head and looked at me in curiosity. I surpassed the feeling of wanting to floor her, when Eddie grabbed my wrist, bringing me closer to the guys. They all smiled sweetly at me, and as cowardly as it sounded, I wanted my hair down so that I could hide from their longing gazes.

"So… Rose is it?" A tall, thick muscled guy asked, obviously checking me out. Eddie again squeezed my wrists. Okay, Rose. Calm down… calm down…calm down.

"Yeah." I confirmed, keeping my voice low and quiet. It sounded sweet, not like me at all. The guy smiled at me again, showing me white gorgeous teeth.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Andre." He said, his eyes raking over my body again, a wolfish grin on his face. His green eyes blazed beautifully, and his angelic blonde hair shone in the light. He was so perfect, a definite hottie. I decided to do a little of my own checking out, and he looked a little too old to be a senior…

"Yeah, and Andre's on his way to college." Eddie said, eyeing Andre with a warning look, as if he forbide the angle like man to look at me. Andre put both of hands up in a gesture of surrender and then gave me one last look before he walked away to a red BMW 24. He opened the door, and before stepping in, he gave me a beautiful smile that I had to return. He drove out of the school grounds, and I watched him go.

Wow, could anyone say yummy?

I was smiling, and when I turned around to look at the other guys I could see they were all looking at me in disbelief. Before I was given the chance to ask what was wrong, the ear splitting bell rippled through the school grounds indicating that I needed to go to class. I gave Eddie one short nod, and then walked towards the administration building to get a map and a class schedule.

I walked across the commons, my high heels clicking off the sun heated concrete when I reached the heavy door of the reception. I walked in to see a woman with fiery red hair, and a beautiful smile. I immediately felt better, and it was as though her smile brought warmth to my cold nervous body. I stepped inside and took a look around the reception. The floor was made of thin, beautiful tiles and in the middle was no doubt the school's crest. There was a grand piano and the reception desk was big and expensive looking. It would be just like Abe to enroll Eddie and me into the fanciest school he could.

I walked towards the red haired woman, watching her thick curls cascade across her shoulders before clearing my throat. "Am…Hey. I'm the new student." I said nervously.

The red haired woman smiled sweetly at me. "Rosemarie Mazur?"

"Ah, no." I said, trying to hide my disgust. "My names Rosemarie Hathaway."

She nodded her head, her little curls rolled like sausages on her small head as he continued to smile. "Yes, you father just rang our receptionist a little while ago, I have your map and timetable right here." She moved around some papers and finally, with a victorious smile on her face, handed me the two pieces of paper along with a small booklet called the code of conduct, which would no doubt be filled with the rules of the school.

"Thanks." I said, looking at my schedule. Huh, Health and Social care first. What the fuck was health and social care?

I walked away trying to crack the map, this place was so huge. Directly above me, was the library and it looked giant. I sighed in frustration as I walked towards the door, leading into the hallways of St. Vladimir's Academy.

"Goodbye Rose." The beautiful red headed woman said with yet again, another smile.

"Bye..." I said, walking out of the reception before realizing something. "How did you know my name?"

The woman looked confused for a second. "You told me, dear." Was her reply.

"Yeah, I told you my name was Rosemarie…" I said, and for some reason, I was highly clinical of this woman right now, no matter how pretty her hair was. "How did you know that I liked to be called Rose?"

She looked at me intensely for a second, her green eyes blazing before she raised and dropped her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. "A hunch." I looked at her suspiciously before giving her a single nod. Okay, she was one to look out for.

I stepped into the hallway, my high heels the only sound vibrating through the quiet school, and I was lost in my map, trying to look desperately for my classroom. Finally, after what felt like years I stood outside a class room named HS1 and I touched the door handle, just knowing that I was getting into shit for being late. I held in a groan that was taking over my throat.

I opened the heavy door and stepped into a quiet classroom. Every head snapped to me in surprise and I noticed with dismay that this class was filled with just girls. Again, that groan threatened to free from my mouth. My pissed eyes snapped to the teacher who was standing with her back to the board, and her cute face to me. She had her arms folded, and she was heavily made up, her short blonde hair was in a curly disarray and in whole she looked very…jolly.

"Oh!" The teacher said, releasing her arms and bouncing over to me. She was a little on the plump side and she just reeked from optimism. "You must be the new student!"

"Yeah…" I said with a nervous laugh. My eyes avoiding anyone in the classroom, I could practically see their scrutinizing gazes watch me and assess my clothing.

"Oh well, take a seat anywhere, pet." She said, her chubby fingers holding lightly onto my bare, tanned arms. I nodded my head, and tightening my grip on my purse as I walked to the back of the room, all eyes on me as my shoes hit the floor, and as I placed myself in the back chair. Right in front of me, was a girl with gorgeous doll like hair, and to be brutally honest, she looked like a younger and skinner version of the jolly teacher.

"Well, girls!" She said raising her hands up in a happy gesture. "Welcome your new classmate!" She grabbed a marker sitting on her desk and began writing her name on the huge white board. The marker squeaked continuously as she wrote her name: Mrs. Rinaldi. And adding to the affect, she had drawn a cute smiley face.

The girl sitting in front of me spun around, and as soon as I saw her whole face, I recognized her immediately. She was one of the girls from the popular crowd this morning. She had also been from the group of girls who had given me fake smiles. She looked at me once in disgust before turning around.

Amm… okay?

I decided to ignore that as I looked in my bag for my books. I took out a notepad and started taking down the notes that Mrs. Rinaldi was writing on the board, and as I pretended to be engrossed in my work, I was one hundred percent aware of the stares I was receiving.

-** [Who Knew?] **-

Lunch time. Finally. So far I had three subjects. Health and social care which turned out to be the body and well... Your mind and health. It was interesting, but there was many a time where I wanted to reach out and rip that blonde bitch's hair from her roots. But I fought the urge.

Second class, I had with Eddie, and of course Abe had placed us in Business Studies, seeing as how he wanted us to eventually take over his company. Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen. Long story short, the class was shit and boring, filled with data and graphs. Things I wasn't interested in the least. Eddie however, seemed to find them fascinating. I however wanted to kill myself, Mr. Alto, the teacher, had the most boring voice I had ever heard and I actually spent the hour thinking how Eddie could stay so focused.

Third class had been P.E and that had been the most interesting of the three. I didn't have any gear in with me so Coach Petrov let me sit on the bleachers as the rest of the class ran around and around the huge track. I smiled in amusement as I watched the some blonde girl stop and catch her breathe, but what I found interesting was the black haired girl from that morning, the one who was covered in tattoos and was fighting with the guy. She was running tracks around the other losers, and she looked in perfect shape. Her short pixie cut hair was clipped back from her sweaty face, and she was wearing a sports bra which showed me her stomach, which also had a few tattoos. Her arms were bare showing me her sleeves, skulls, dice, alcohol was all printed into her pale skin. She must have felt me looking because her eyes snapped up to mine and she looked at me in curiosity, one perfect eyebrow rising. She shook her head in amusement and place ear phones in her ears, continuing to run like fuck.

For the rest of the class, I tried to memorize the new map and when I felt confident enough to put it down, I decided to look at the tracks. The guys were in the corner doing stretches and the girls were on the other side of the pitch, drinking water, gossiping, whatever. The scenery became boring to me, but something suspicious caught my eye. Standing in the shadows of the bleachers was a guy. I couldn't see anything but his silhouette and the fact that he was really tall. I was intrigued so I continued to stare, trying to get a better look. Just as I thought he was about to step into the sun a huge bang exploded from the girls side of the track and my head snapped over to see that a tall blonde girl, the very same blonde girl that had been out of breath, had knocked over one of the many banners and now her friends where laughing like a back of hyenas. I rolled my eyes and looked back to the shadows to see the guy had gone much to my dismay. The bell rang throwing us to lunch.

So here I stand, looking around the packed cafeteria with no where to sit. I could see Eddie wave at me from the corner of the hall, but I ignored him. I appreciated his efforts and I was grateful to have a brother as amazing as him, but I was still deciding on whether I liked his friends or not. I was closer to the verge of not.

They hadn't done anything wrong. They just didn't seem like the type of people I should have been hanging with, if I was trying to stay…well behaved.

My eyes scanned the hall to see the black haired girl in the back corner, her grey beany hat back on, along with a leather jacket, leather ankle boots and skinny jeans. She was watching me intensely as the black haired guy next to her played with his food. Her eyes locked with mine, and from here, I could tell she had the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. She gave me tight lipped smile nodding her head to me, raising her finger to motion me forward. I stood with my tray in confusion and then when she motioned more urgently, that made my decision. My head turned to Eddie to see him sitting on a table watching me in horror. I ignored his terrified face as I sat down at the table with the girl and boy. Now sitting close enough, I could see that they looked enough alike to be twins.

"Right." The girl said, kicking her feet to rest upon the table, nodding her head at me. Her eyes were heavily made up with the darkest, thickest eyeliner and she looked as pale as death, although she remained too looked incredibly beautiful. Her back pack was close enough for me to read a few of the badges. One was black, with a picture of stick men having doggy style sex. The heading said NO ENTRY work in process. My mouth raised in a huge smile as I checked out another badge. It was black and had GAY&PROUD! In multicolored writing, a few others were there either about the devil, being an emo, sex, drink or about being gay.

I liked this girl.

"So… you're what everyone's talking about?" The girl said her voice surprisingly high than I would have expected with her rough exterior. Her eyes raked my pink clothes with a look of distaste. "You look like a fucking walking cupcake." She said an amused smirk.

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you too." I said, rolling my eyes. I lifted up my fork and knife and began eating my food slowly, as the girl watched me. My eyes snapped to the boy who was staring at the popular crowd, a look of disgust and hatred on his face. Wow, issues.

"I'm Tasha." The girl said, keeping her piercing eyes on me, her hand raised and I could see that she had fuck tattooed onto her knuckles, and with her painted black fingernail, she pointed to the good looking guy beside her. "And this dickwad here is Christian, my retarded brother."

"Hey." I said to him. His beautiful blue eyes snapped to mine and he looked aggressive enough to scare the shit out of anyone. I kept my eyes locked to his, hoping he would be the one to back down first and thankfully he did.

"Hi." He said, before he went back to playing with his food. I looked at Tasha who rolled her eyes and then smirked at me. "So, Rose. What's your poison?"

What the fuck? "Am... I don't drink." The biggest lie I have ever told in my life.

Tasha gave a very unattractive snort. "Yeah, right." She said sarcastically, "and I'm Jesus Christ."

I rolled my eyes and continued to eat my food in silence. "So… why did you move here?" Tasha asked, putting her foot down from the table to lean forward and look intensely at me.

"Long story." I said sharply, not ready to tell the story of that unfortunate evening that got me arrested and ultimately ruined my life.

Tasha chuckled and looked around and all of a sudden she let out a huge sigh. "Wow, what a day. First Belikov comes back and now you're here. I've had enough excitement today, I'm telling you."

"Belikov?" I asked in curiosity at the name. A lot of people had been talking about him, but I for one, hadn't seen hide or hair of him. "What's his deal?"

"Well apart from being the hottest thing to hit this shit hole, he's only back from a two months suspension." Tasha said, her eyes raking the many students in the hall. Her nose seemed upturned as she looked in disgust. "I guess you could say that he's St. Vlad's ultimate bad boy. Leather jacket and all."

I nodded in understanding, before turning my head to look at Eddie, who was staring at me.

"Uh oh." Tasha said, "Seems like big brother is getting freaked out. Oh Rose, you should know better than to shit with losers like us." Her voice had become a growl and she sounded like she was pissed off. To avert the conversation I looked around the hall and my eyes fell upon the bitch from Health and Social Care and the blonde girl who was in my P.E class.

"Who are they?" I asked, pointing my finger towards the blonde pair.

"The one who looks like a doll-" Health and Social Care bitch "- Her name's Mia Rinaldi. Bitch. Don't get caught up in her shit. And the girl next to her…? Well, that would be L.A's princess."

This seemed to get Christians attention because his head snapped up and his eyes went straight to this supposed princess.

"Her dad's like the top shit around here. The CEO of Dragomir enterprises. I've heard some shit that he hangs with your dad some times, makes deals over dinner that kind of crap." She paused for a second. "If you think Mia's bad, I'd advise you not to go anywhere near Lissa Dragomir. You'll end up being fucked over. Big time."

Again, I nodded my head. "So, what about Belikov?"

"What about him?" Tasha asked, flicking one of her many badges.

"Shouldn't I look out for him, or not?" I asked.

"Of course you should look out for him. He's a bastard." She said like it was the simplest thing in the world. "A hot bastard at that, but none the less, a complete dick head."

"Stop bullshiting her, Tasha." Christian said angrily. He looked to me, his eyes serious. "Yeah, he's a fucker you don't wanna mess with. She's actually quite close to him, though. Listen to her when she says stay away from him, but don't think that she's doing the same thing, because she's not."

"Am… okay." I said awkwardly. "Thanks."

He nodded his head and went back to his dinner. "So?" I asked Tasha. "If you and Belikov are so close, why don't you hook up?"

She looked at me like I was a donkey with six heads before pissing herself laughing. It took her a while to shut up, but eventually she did. "Oh, that was a good one." She said wiping her eyes.

"What?" I said, confused.

"I'm a lesbian, Rose." She said with a smile. "And no, I'm not going to stalk you because you're a girl… but I can admit I find you extremely hot."

I looked at her before breaking into a huge smile. "Thought I looked like a walking cupcake?"

She smirked. "Yeah, a hot walking cupcake." We laughed a bit. "I'm going to like you Rose Hathaway."

I smiled as she stood up and walked away, not looking back. Wow, she was a piece of work alright. I looked at her brother and he shrugged before tipping his tray onto the floor, strolling away as if he hadn't done anything. I rolled my eyes again, and walked to my next class. Biology with Ms. Karp.

Just three more periods until school was done…

And Piano lessons began.

Yeah, so if this story continues (I need reviews for that :P) then you'll get to meet Dimitri...

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Al xox