Disclaimer: I do not own anything of VA. This story is AU and AH, and still I don't own any characters (Iglesias doesn't count). xD No copyright infringement is intended.

"Ready to go for a second round, Iglesias?" Seductively, I trailed my fingertips up his chest, eliciting a hiss from him as his arms encircled my waist as his lips smashed themselves to mine.

Enrique was a fantastic kisser, I'd give him that.

But something, that same something I'd felt earlier, was telling me that I shouldn't have been doing that.

"I wonder what crawled up Belikov's ass this morning…" Christian mused.

Practically the whole cafeteria was staring after the glass doors which were still swinging from said teacher's exit.

Dimitri Belikov had come to school that morning with a face darker than rainclouds and a temper worse than Hitler. From the time he stepped into school, he had been barking orders at students and was so sarcastic and cruel in his comments that a couple of girls had actually cried from fright after being scolded for having long fringe.

I knew better than to agitate him on a day like this. Some sick part of me hoped that he'd had some argument with Tasha, or had fallen out with her, or basically anything bad that had happened to him and Tasha.

"Ew," Avery's squeal jerked us out of our thoughts. "This is so gross," she poked at my chocolate doughnut, her eyes narrowing in revolt. I quickly snatched my baby away and shoved it into my mouth, doing my best to ignore her looks of disgust. Again, the side of Avery I certainly didn't like was showing up.

"What's wrong with it?" Christian raised his eyebrow at her.

"It's… sugary. And fattening." Avery gave a prissy little sniff and tried to slide her long manicured nails in between the plastic flaps of her salad box to open it up.

"Maybe for you, but you know Rose. She burns it all off." Adrian shrugged, spooning a doughnut into his mouth for emphasis.

My eyes immediately flicked to him, surprised at the snarkiness radiating off him. What was up with Adrian lately? What had happened to the kind, understanding and tolerant side of him which used to show itself whenever Avery was around?

Apparently, Avery had noticed his jab too. She narrowed her eyes again at him, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "What on earth is wrong with you? You've been acting all bitchy lately. So uncool."

"I'm being bitchy? Take a look in the mirror, sweetheart."

People were being very surprising today. I was shocked at the frostiness in Adrian's voice. He stood up from his chair and made his way through the crowd, till the glass doors of the cafeteria were left swinging with force once again.

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"Mr Belikov?" I asked the gorgeous teacher, somewhat tentative. "Uh… Mr Alto asked me to see you."

Stan had pissed me off earlier-and regretted it when I'd blatantly pointed out his lack of knowledge in class.

I sighed, observing the way Stan's paunch moved around with him as he handed out test papers, critiquing students any way he could. I was sure I would get a low mark from him too. For some reason, he never liked me, while other teachers all thought I was a perfectly sweet and polite girl.

"Miss Hathaway… I do believe you could do better than this. I expect more from you in the future. You cannot expect to be getting a pass in my class with work like this." Stan snarled, his mammoth frame towering over my desk.

Yup. Sometimes like this-more accurately, everytime-I was certain that Stan saw me as an ignorant sloth that slacked and never bothered to take its work seriously.

"May I ask a question, Mr Alto?" I asked, peering at my test paper with carefully disguised glee.

"You just did, Rosemarie." I could practically hear the smugness emitting from him. Not for long, I told myself.

"If I remember correctly, the term is supposed to be U.S.S.R and not R.S.S.R, am I right?"

"Yes… …isn't that what I marked?" Stan's tone grew uneasy and a bead of sweat escaped from his forehead.

I smiled politely up at him, trying hard to restrain the laughter that was threatening to spill out of me. "I wrote U.S.S.R, Mr Alto. You crossed it out and replaced it with R.S.S.R. That's a little shameful for someone with Russian background, don't you think?"

The whole class erupted in laughter at my nonchalantly-asked rhetorical question. Failing to hide my giggles, I bit my lip and stared stubbornly at Mr Alto, whose eyes were bulging in unmasked annoyance.

"Leave this classroom and go see Mr Belikov now, Miss Hathaway."

"Jeez, Stanley… …" I muttered under my breath, hiding a grin as I stood up and moved out of the classroom to 'go see' the hot Russian. "Why get so riled up? I was merely pointing out a simple flaw in your work..."

"I heard that, Rosemarie!" Stan's voice screamed at my retreating back. "Have you ever learnt the concept of respect to your elders?"

"Whatever, Grandpa!" I meant that to be a quieter hiss, but instead, it escaped as a chortling laugh.

Behind me, I vaguely heard the sound of a desk being kicked.

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Right now, said gorgeous teacher was still marking his students' work, ignoring me. I huffed and drummed my fingers on his desk impatiently. "Hey. I'm. Right. Here!"

Dimitri looked up at me almost instantly, his eyes black pools of fire as his large hand covered mine, forcing my fingers to still. My breathing became laboured as he stood up, his huge frame towering over my small one. From our close proximity, I could make out the faint scent of a cologne.

The instant fluttering of butterflies in my stomach proved to me that I found it very, very attractive… …and familiar.

Where had I smelt that before?

"Rose."

"W-what?" I asked, startled, too busy puzzling over the mysterious cologne scent.

"What did you do to Mr Alto?"

My gaze drifted to the yummy teacher in front of me. Observing the way his luscious dark-brown hair fell onto his broad, muscular shoulders, I – almost – sighed dreamily.

Instead, I covered up my lost, fawning damsel self by replying smartly, "Why is it any of your concern?"

"I'm the discipline master, Miss Hathaway. The newly appointed one." Dimitri, for some reason, sounded reluctant… and a little unsure.

I let those words sink in slowly, driving me to an equally slow death. Shit. I bit my lip nervously. Weren't discipline masters no-nonsense people? Why did my discipline master have to be so damn hot?

"Well, I do wonder what others would think of the discipline master threatening students…" Noting the obvious closeness of our bodies, my heartbeat quickened its pace as I inhaled the wonderful scent.

Shocked, I felt two long fingers lift my chin up. "In any case, I think this would be a strong indication of why I don't care."

Dimitri's warm brown-eyed gaze met mine as he brought my face closer to his. His other arm going round my waist tightly, his hair fell across us, casting a curtain of shadows.

I closed my eyes, right in time for my lips to meet his.

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A/N: How long have I not updated? /:

I've just gone to a new school… and the schedule is . I'm so damn worn out… … /:

I know I should be gushing to you guys about how I'm so excited that Dimitri and Rose kissed, and blah blah blah, but I don't have the mental strength to do that anymore. So you're stuck with this depressing author's note. Sorry.

Review if you liked it, and if you didn't, just let me know anyway. Thanks.

(But perhaps if you review, I would be more encouraged to type despite my exhausted state. :D )