AN: To answer your question Roza-Dimka-Reader Rose does know that the story is about her and Dimitri.

Chapter 4

Rose continued copying her notes onto the computer. She had hoped that that writing out the notes would take her mind off of the book. No such luck. The temptation was growing and growing. She was amazed that she lasted this long as she bent down to grab the book form her bag; the purple bookmark marking the page that was on hanging out of the book. She opened the book and placed the bookmark on the desk. Hopefully reading just one chapter would satisfy her urges.

Chapter 4

The months pass by as Mason and I become more familiarized with the surroundings of our new home. There was the slight sensation of longing to go home. Fortunately, that past fairly quickly as Mason found great ways to keep ourselves occupied and entertained. Life was great as an official university student: the learning, the student digs, the student clubs/ societies and of course the insane partying- mainly Mason's area of forte. Yeah, who would want to go back home when all of that was available to you.

In all my classes I was at the top gaining A's. I didn't expect any less. Mason gladly called me a nerd openly in public. For which I reply, "Well being a nerd means good grades, which means: good job, good pay, great house, great cars, great holidays, gorgeous future wife possibly, so yeah I rather be a nerd thank you than be a numskull." He got the message after that. I think everyone else who was listening to our private conversation did too.

The mystery girl was still remains mystery for me. I don't have the courage to go and actually stimulate a conversation with her. She is always surrounded by friends and male admirers. Mason constantly teases me as I watch her every time in psychology. I can't seem to get her off my mind; she has penetrated my deepest, darkest thoughts without any realisation. It is astounding! I wonder if I actually pluck up the courage to speak to her that I would become obsessive. I don't want to know. Having a reputation of a stalker might affect future job prospects, of course if I have any idea of what I wanted to do when the time comes. It seems to be a common thing for young adults, not having a clue what they want to become and are forced to make a hasty decision that could be indeed wrong for them. Ah the life of a stereotypical teenager.

I am currently sitting at my desk finishing off my essay that was set in psychology. I have no idea where Mason was but didn't I care. I wasn't his keeper. Mason continuously manages to surprise with handing in set essays on time for every class. I always ponder where he, or more than likely whom, does the assignments as I never see him complete one ever in front of me. I shake my head, another mystery to never be solved.

Mason storms into our room and hauls me from my desk.

"What on earth do you think you are doing?" I ask in outrage.

"You my friend need to get out more, I'm seriously starting to think that you're a vampire."

I start to speak but Mason lifts his hand up to shush me. "I know I know you're not a vampire, could be classed as one with your paleness going on." Mason shrugged. "So, tonight you and I are going to go out and paint the town red! Make a name for ourselves!"

"I don't drink," I say.

"So?" Mason laughed. "At some point we all didn't drink! Drinking is the rightful passage to be taken place at uni. You can drink as much as you want and don't get judged for it, it's perfect! Besides we may meet a certain blonde in our travels."

I stare at him. Drinking was definitely not my thing. Unlike most students I was actually here to learn, strange but true. Although, the possibility of seeing my blonde was rapidly changing my views on drinking. Mason gives a smirk as if he could read my mind. He knows that the last comment that he made would capture my attention. I sigh; I might as well give it a try. If it didn't work out at least I can say that I went somewhat crazy at uni.

"You won't regret it," Mason reassures me. He slings an arm around me. "This town won't know what'll hit them..." He looks at my clothes. "Right after we change your clothes."

I look down at myself in confusion. What was wrong with a pair of jeans, converse and a plain white top?

I'm convinced that somehow Mason was born a girl. He certainly acts like on especially when clothes are concerned. He made me alter my outfit several times like I was a model. My annoyance grew fairly quickly. Fortunately, before I had the chance to blow Mason was satisfied with what I was wearing.

We head towards some dorm party that Mason had managed to get invited to. We can hear the music already blaring before we even come around the corner. My eyes travel to the window with flashing lights; I assume that is where the party is being held.

After some shoving and stumbling we finally see the party in full swing. I see bodies grinding against each other, people chugging drinks down the back of their throats and all the usual party favourites. Mason bobs his head side-to-side along with the beat of the music. He watches my expression.

"Lighten up Chris, you only live once. Make the most of it," Mason says.

"You only die once too," I retort.

Mason rolls his eyes. "Let's get some drinks."

He moves into the crowd. I follow in pursuit. People complain as I interrupt their 'dancing'. I don't apologize, it isn't my fault that there isn't hardly any room to move. An angry couple glare at me as I accidently bump into them. I back off to avoid any confrontations and immediately bump into another person. I turn around and it's her, the woman who has plagued my dreams and thoughts.

I see a stain on her pretty red dress, her hand frantically rubbing it hoping for it to go away. Her eyes lift upwards to and look at me in horror.

"I am so sorry," I apologize, hastily.

She narrows her eyes and continues to rub at the stain. "Yes I'm sure."

"I really am, honestly! Look you send it to the dry-cleaners and you can send me the bill. Ok?"

"Ok? No it's not ok! What if they can't remove the stain? What then?" she demands.

"Buy another one?" I suggest, sheepishly.

She glares at the suggestion. "Buy another? Maybe I can't afford to buy another one! Maybe there aren't any left! Maybe I don't want to waste my time and buy another one!"

She huffs after her rant. I remain quiet, not encouraging her to rant even further. I wish we had met another way. I wish I had actually spoken to her before now, what impression would this give her now. Might have made things much easier to deal with the situation, one can only imagine. She gives me one final look before turning away. I can only watch her make her way towards her group of friends. I'm positive that their new discussion will be about me when they finally ask about her stain.

I don't see Mason sneak up behind me. He pats my back in sympathy.

"Better luck next time?" he asks.

Yeah, better luck next time.

Rose slammed the book after placing the bookmark back in its place. She loved that dress, he was very fortunate that the dry-cleaners were able to remove the dreaded stain. Re-reading that incident brought back many undisclosed feelings of anger she had experienced at the time. Of course she got over it, but it did take a while for her to do so. She also had wished that they had met under different circumstances. However, it was definitely an interesting way to meet your future lover.