Dimitri
I sighed again and rolled over for the sixth time in one hour. The last three hours I lay awake, tried to get myself to sleep, but I just couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Rose, pale skin, open throat and blood, so much blood. Her blood.
Or I saw her already lying on the floor, dead.
Or some guys beating her up, holding me in place so I couldn't help her.
Or her just sitting some where, screaming my name, asking me to help her and yet I couldn't.
Every time I would open my eyes in a flash, sweat pouring down my back and my breathing would become irregular. I saw to my side and saw Rose laying there peacefully asleep. But I still waited to see her chest rise and fall, just to make sure. She looked more peaceful when she was asleep. Her forehead would loose her frown lines, her mouth would loose the stiffness and her hold body posture would loose all the tension. She seemed more relaxed.
Rose slept peacefully the whole night, she wasn't disturbed from my nightmares or my rolling around in bed. She lay there, smiling a few times, or scrunching her nose up. She didn't role over like in the movies and threw her arms around me and I didn't dare to touch her either. I was glad she a good nights sleep. At least one of us had one and she certainly deserved one …
I couldn't imagine what this all must be like for her. Leaving her old life behind, meeting new people all the time, being followed by paparazzi and reporters without being used to it. Hell she even had a damn panic attack. I needed to do something about that!
Rose
When I woke up Dimitri wasn't laying beside me, not that I expected him to. We slept in the same bed this night and we both lay as far away from the other as possible. It was so damn tense that I could barely let myself fall to sleep, but eventually I found sleep.
The next morning Dimitri was nowhere in sight, so I guess he must have left early. Rachel made me some pancakes with strawberries and they were really delicious. After I was finished she insisted on cleaning the dished herself. It was weird for me to have someone doing everything for me. She then handed me a note.
Meet me at the corner in front of the school. Eddie knows which one I mean. We still are married and the reporters will still be there - Dimitri
Sighing I threw the note in the bin and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. In the big wardrobe Dimitri and I shared (it was walk in and bigger than my old room) where school uniforms for every day of the week, so I didn't need to worry about washing it every day. The left side was my side and the right side was his. I have no idea how the maids did it, but my side smelled like lilies, while Dimitri's smelled exactly like his cologne. Even if I didn't want to admit this to myself and I felt pathetic doing it, but I actually went to his side and just bathed in the smell of Dimitri's cologne for a while. I told myself I didn't miss Dimitri, that I was just … lonely in this big apartment with no one else here.
Shaking my head I left the wardrobe, picked my bag from the floor and got downstairs to leave.
“Bye Rachel”, I said to her as she was walking by with a few towels in her hands.
“B- B- Bye Mrs Belikov”, she stuttered.
Right, I thought. Rich people were mean and ignored everyone around them. But I wouldn't change for them, I would still be nice and they needed to see that nice people still existed. Even if I was only staying here for a short while, I could maybe, just maybe change something here.
Eddie was waiting for me in the garage, standing in front of a dark blue Mercedes and playing on his phone.
“Buh!”, I shouted from behind him.
Eddie didn't even flinched, just turned around smirking
“Saw you in my display”, he explained.
“Damn it”, I pouted.
Laughing Eddie opened the door for me and nodded for me to get in. I smiled thankfully and sat down. The leather felt weird on my bare skin, because it was so warm outside, but it was okay. The drive was different from the one with Dimitri, it was easier with Eddie and not so awkward. We heard music in the background which made the whole atmosphere even more casual.
“Can you drop me off at some corner?”, I asked Eddie. “Dimitri wants to meet me there.”
“Sure”, Eddie replied smiling. “Why aren't you driving with him anyway?”
“I know I'm his wife, but this is my new school and I don't want everyone to just know me as Dimitri's wife, you know? I'm a person on my own, not just someones wife.”
“I get that”, Eddie laughed. “But isn't the whole meeting at the corner thing the wrong way to achieve this goal.”
“Not for the paparazzi”, I shook my head. “And after yesterday I don't want to ever be alone again with these paparazzi.”
“Understandable”, Eddie said and nodded.
He looked concerned at me and gave me a reassuring smile. Guilt washed over me and I felt bad lying to Eddie. He had been nothing but honest to me, helped yesterday and even today and how did I repay him? By lying! I was such a horrible person! Why was I being like this? Why did I lie to Eddie? This wasn't me! I didn't lie!
“There he is”, Eddie said and drove over to the side of the rode, where Dimitri stood waiting for me.
He looked calm and collected and good as ever, but I could make out bags under his eyes. Maybe he didn't sleep well? Maybe he felt bad? I hoped he did, but I knew that it was futile. He didn't regret what he said yesterday, I was sure of it.
“See you at lunch?”, I asked Eddie.
“Not sure, maybe”, he shrugged and winked at me. “But I'll pick you up after school, okay?”
“Thanks.”
I opened the door and was about to get out, when Eddie stopped me. Dimitri already stood by the car and offered me a hand. He frowned when he heard Eddie calling me back.
“Give me your phone”, Eddie demanded and hold a hand out.
Frowning I searched for my phone in my bag and hold it out for him to take. He typed a short while and gave it back with a big grin.
“Call me if you need me”, he grinned.
“I will, thanks Eddie.”
I hugged him, ignored Dimitri's outreached hand and got out of the car. From the corner of my eye I saw Dimitri rolling his eyes. Eddie drove away, waving at us and I waved back. Only reluctantly I turned around and looked at Dimitri, he smirked bemused.
“Found a new friend?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“What's it to you?”, I asked and shrugged.
“You're still my wife, Rose”, Dimitri said warningly.
“Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot”, I replied sarcastically.
Again Dimitri rolled his eyes. He took my much smaller in his much bigger hand and we began walking towards school. We both didn't talk, but it was surprisingly comfortable to just walk with him hand in hand down the street.
“You okay this morning?”, Dimitri asked suddenly.
I looked frowning at him. What did he mean? Why wouldn't I be? He was the one with bags under his eyes.
“The reporters”, he clarified.
“Oh”, I said and avoided his eyes.
We still were a few hundred meters away from school, so we didn't even see them, but I knew they were there. They were waiting to bombard Dimitri and me with question, they just couldn't wait until they got another opportunity to harass me!
“I- I honestly don't know”, I admitted.
Dimitri gave my hand a light squeeze that made me look at him. His eyes held a lot of sympathy and compassion, which surprised me a little bit.
“It's okay”, he said. “If you want we can answer a few questions now, they normally go away when they got what they wanted. Once they got their story we're boring for them.”
“I don't know. What if I mess up?”, I asked unsure.
“You won't and I'll be there. And if you want to stop, we will stop and just go to school immediately, okay?”
I looked questionable at Dimitri. Why was he being so nice to me all of a sudden. I appreciated it, don't get me wrong, but I still was a bit suspicious.
“You think this would help?”
“It would help you”, he said immediately.
He didn't say it would help, he said it would help me. At this moment I didn't know that there was a difference, but I would learn soon that there was one. But right now I just nodded to Dimitri and he smiled a little.
“Then come on”, he said and tucked on my hand.
I followed and smiled a little as well. It was possible that he was doing this because we were in public and he played his 'role' right now, but I didn't care. This Dimitri was someone I liked and because I knew that there was another Dimitri I didn't like, I needed to appreciate the moments I had with the good version of him.
“Hey”, I asked him. “Didn't you sleep last night?”
“I did”, he replied frowning. “You were awake when I came to bed.”
“Yes, but I fell asleep before you did and you have bags under your eyes. So did you or didn't you”?, I asked.
“I couldn't, I only got two or three hours of sleep”, Dimitri answered. “But I'm okay, honestly.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah”
And with that our conversation was over again. We became silent again, but this time it wasn't comfortable like before. The school came in sight and with it the reporters that were already waiting.
“Show time”; Dimitri grumbled.
He let go of my Hand and instead put it around my shoulders. I was glad he did that. His smell engulfed me and I felt instantly better. His strong, heavy arm around my shoulders gave me a feeling of safety and I pressed myself against his side more, without even realizing it, until Dimitri squeezed my shoulder.
“There they are!”, someone shouted and all the reporters turned around and came running at us.
“Slow down!”, Dimitri shouted. “We will answer your questions, just ask them one at a time.”
Of course nobody listened to him and they all began shouting questions, the same they have been shouting all the time since I first heard them. Microphones were pressed into our faces and I tried to hide beside Dimitri, tried to squeeze so hard into his side, that his tall frame would swallow me and hide me from these idiots!
“SHUT UP!”, Dimitri yelled and they instantly were silent.
“Thank you”, Dimitri sighed. “Like I said, my wife and I will answer a few questions, but please be a bit more civilized. My wife isn't used to such rude behavior and I don't want her to experience it now, she is still getting used tp her new life with me. Please don't make her leave me after a week.”
The reporters chuckled lightly and Dimitri smiled charmingly. Wow, he was really good at this. Paparazzi and reporters listened to his every word and did what he wanted them to do, hell they even hold up hands! Dimitri pointed randomly at one and the questions began.
“Rose, are -”
“Mrs Belikov”, Dimitri interrupted her. “You aren't friends with my wife Miss Graham.”
Dimitri glared at the woman and I knew who she was. I had heard her name before, or read. Miss Juliane Graham was the best journalist ever. She got all the secrets nobody wanted another human being to know about. I instantly disliked, not only because of that, but because I saw her ogling Dimitri up and down.
“I'm sorry”, she apologized and focused on me again. “Mrs Belikov, is it true, are you pregnant? Is that the reason you and Mr. Belikov married?”
I looked up at Dimitri. Was is supposed to answer her or was it better if he answered all the questions? But Dimitri smiled reassuringly again, squeezed my shoulder lightly, kissed my temple and nodded. I smiled back at him and looked at Miss Graham.
“No I am not pregnant”, I answered.
“And you want us to believe that?”, she scoffed.
“Wait another few months and you will see I'm not”, I replied shrugging.
“So you married him for his money?”, another man asked and pressed his microphone into my face.
“Watch it!”, Dimitri growled and pushed it away again.
“No I didn't”, I said, while I lay a hand over Dimitri's. I took the hand he used to push microphone away in mine and hold it for a moment. “I fell in love”
I didn't dare look anyone in the eyes when I said that. Instead I looked at Dimitri and my hand, fingers intertwined, and I hoped they would see this as a loving gesture of mine.
“I fell in love”, I repeated more confident.
“She didn't knew who I was”, Dimitri said and took my hand in a stronger hold in his. “Or how rich I was. When she did it was already too late, she loved me and I loved her.”
“But why marry?”, someone asked.
I have no clue who, because my eyes were focused on Dimitri's and he was staring back into mine.
“Why wait?”, Dimitri asked. “Life is short. Every day people die. I already found the love of my life and I know I don't ever want someone else at my side, so why not make it official?”
Blushing I broke the eye contact and looked back at our hands. Dimitri's thumb was rubbing small circles in the back of my hand and it was surprisingly comforting.
“Where did you two meet?”
“Brooklyn Bridge”, we both said in unison.
We both looked at each other and laughed lightly. The reporters around us took photos the whole time and at this moment some stopped and 'awwed'. It made me blush all the more.
“Tell us how you met”, someone else asked, but luckily we were saved by the bell.
Dimitri excused us and the reporters thanked us for giving them some answers. When we finally were behind the school gates and alone again I looked questionable at Dimitri.
“What?”, he asked, when he caught me staring at him.
“Why did they do what you said?”
He smirked down at me.
“That's their job Rose. They need stories and photos to get payed so they can pay their bills at the end of the month. When we are nice to them, they are nice to us. It's enough when you answer only two or three questions sometimes, that's all they need, maybe a photo and they are happy.”
And it made sense. I never saw it like that, but he was right. To see it from the other side was pretty clever, I had to admit that and he did a great job. The reporters an paparazzi seemed to respect him and this actually made me a little jealous.
Why did he need to be so superior at everything he did, while I had a panic attack and needed to be saved and carried? Life was unfair.
“What are you thinking?”, Dimitri asked.
“Hmm? Nothing”, I said and shook my head.
“No, tell me”, Dimitri insisted.
“Rose! Dimitri! Wait up!”, Someone behind us called.
It was Ivan and he was running towards us. He looked like he hadn't slept at all last nice, he clothes were all wrinkled and his hair messy.
“What happened?”, Dimitri asked when Ivan began waling beside us.
“Slept over at Liam's, he had a Poker night. It was awesome, but I forgot to make an alarm on my phone and I didn't had any spare clothes on me this morning, so this needs to do the deal.”
“I think I have some in my car”, Dimitri said.
“You're a life saver!”, Ivan shouted in my ear.
“Argh, Ivan!”, I complained and hold ma ear.
“Sorry”, he said sheepishly. “Oh by the way, here is your money, you won the bet.”
Ivan took the keys from Dimitri's hand and began jogging back to the parking lot.
“Which bet?”, I shouted after him and looked quizzically at the money in my hand.
“Adrian got bitch slapped!”, Ivan answered laughing.
I began laughing too and heard Dimitri beside me chuckle as well.
“Did he get laid?”, Dimitri asked.
“Yes, so you owe me 200, buddy!”, Ivan shouted and rounded the corner, so he was out of sight.
“Damn”, Dimitri mumbled.
“And you told me, I needed to look from where I can get 200 bucks”, I smirked at him. “See? That's how, I only bet when I know I'll win.”
I grinned cheekily at him and took of to my first class, leaving him standing there all by himself.
I sighed again and rolled over for the sixth time in one hour. The last three hours I lay awake, tried to get myself to sleep, but I just couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Rose, pale skin, open throat and blood, so much blood. Her blood.
Or I saw her already lying on the floor, dead.
Or some guys beating her up, holding me in place so I couldn't help her.
Or her just sitting some where, screaming my name, asking me to help her and yet I couldn't.
Every time I would open my eyes in a flash, sweat pouring down my back and my breathing would become irregular. I saw to my side and saw Rose laying there peacefully asleep. But I still waited to see her chest rise and fall, just to make sure. She looked more peaceful when she was asleep. Her forehead would loose her frown lines, her mouth would loose the stiffness and her hold body posture would loose all the tension. She seemed more relaxed.
Rose slept peacefully the whole night, she wasn't disturbed from my nightmares or my rolling around in bed. She lay there, smiling a few times, or scrunching her nose up. She didn't role over like in the movies and threw her arms around me and I didn't dare to touch her either. I was glad she a good nights sleep. At least one of us had one and she certainly deserved one …
I couldn't imagine what this all must be like for her. Leaving her old life behind, meeting new people all the time, being followed by paparazzi and reporters without being used to it. Hell she even had a damn panic attack. I needed to do something about that!
-o-o-o- Thrown Into His World -o-o-o-
Rose
When I woke up Dimitri wasn't laying beside me, not that I expected him to. We slept in the same bed this night and we both lay as far away from the other as possible. It was so damn tense that I could barely let myself fall to sleep, but eventually I found sleep.
The next morning Dimitri was nowhere in sight, so I guess he must have left early. Rachel made me some pancakes with strawberries and they were really delicious. After I was finished she insisted on cleaning the dished herself. It was weird for me to have someone doing everything for me. She then handed me a note.
Meet me at the corner in front of the school. Eddie knows which one I mean. We still are married and the reporters will still be there - Dimitri
Sighing I threw the note in the bin and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. In the big wardrobe Dimitri and I shared (it was walk in and bigger than my old room) where school uniforms for every day of the week, so I didn't need to worry about washing it every day. The left side was my side and the right side was his. I have no idea how the maids did it, but my side smelled like lilies, while Dimitri's smelled exactly like his cologne. Even if I didn't want to admit this to myself and I felt pathetic doing it, but I actually went to his side and just bathed in the smell of Dimitri's cologne for a while. I told myself I didn't miss Dimitri, that I was just … lonely in this big apartment with no one else here.
Shaking my head I left the wardrobe, picked my bag from the floor and got downstairs to leave.
“Bye Rachel”, I said to her as she was walking by with a few towels in her hands.
“B- B- Bye Mrs Belikov”, she stuttered.
Right, I thought. Rich people were mean and ignored everyone around them. But I wouldn't change for them, I would still be nice and they needed to see that nice people still existed. Even if I was only staying here for a short while, I could maybe, just maybe change something here.
Eddie was waiting for me in the garage, standing in front of a dark blue Mercedes and playing on his phone.
“Buh!”, I shouted from behind him.
Eddie didn't even flinched, just turned around smirking
“Saw you in my display”, he explained.
“Damn it”, I pouted.
Laughing Eddie opened the door for me and nodded for me to get in. I smiled thankfully and sat down. The leather felt weird on my bare skin, because it was so warm outside, but it was okay. The drive was different from the one with Dimitri, it was easier with Eddie and not so awkward. We heard music in the background which made the whole atmosphere even more casual.
“Can you drop me off at some corner?”, I asked Eddie. “Dimitri wants to meet me there.”
“Sure”, Eddie replied smiling. “Why aren't you driving with him anyway?”
“I know I'm his wife, but this is my new school and I don't want everyone to just know me as Dimitri's wife, you know? I'm a person on my own, not just someones wife.”
“I get that”, Eddie laughed. “But isn't the whole meeting at the corner thing the wrong way to achieve this goal.”
“Not for the paparazzi”, I shook my head. “And after yesterday I don't want to ever be alone again with these paparazzi.”
“Understandable”, Eddie said and nodded.
He looked concerned at me and gave me a reassuring smile. Guilt washed over me and I felt bad lying to Eddie. He had been nothing but honest to me, helped yesterday and even today and how did I repay him? By lying! I was such a horrible person! Why was I being like this? Why did I lie to Eddie? This wasn't me! I didn't lie!
“There he is”, Eddie said and drove over to the side of the rode, where Dimitri stood waiting for me.
He looked calm and collected and good as ever, but I could make out bags under his eyes. Maybe he didn't sleep well? Maybe he felt bad? I hoped he did, but I knew that it was futile. He didn't regret what he said yesterday, I was sure of it.
“See you at lunch?”, I asked Eddie.
“Not sure, maybe”, he shrugged and winked at me. “But I'll pick you up after school, okay?”
“Thanks.”
I opened the door and was about to get out, when Eddie stopped me. Dimitri already stood by the car and offered me a hand. He frowned when he heard Eddie calling me back.
“Give me your phone”, Eddie demanded and hold a hand out.
Frowning I searched for my phone in my bag and hold it out for him to take. He typed a short while and gave it back with a big grin.
“Call me if you need me”, he grinned.
“I will, thanks Eddie.”
I hugged him, ignored Dimitri's outreached hand and got out of the car. From the corner of my eye I saw Dimitri rolling his eyes. Eddie drove away, waving at us and I waved back. Only reluctantly I turned around and looked at Dimitri, he smirked bemused.
“Found a new friend?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“What's it to you?”, I asked and shrugged.
“You're still my wife, Rose”, Dimitri said warningly.
“Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot”, I replied sarcastically.
Again Dimitri rolled his eyes. He took my much smaller in his much bigger hand and we began walking towards school. We both didn't talk, but it was surprisingly comfortable to just walk with him hand in hand down the street.
“You okay this morning?”, Dimitri asked suddenly.
I looked frowning at him. What did he mean? Why wouldn't I be? He was the one with bags under his eyes.
“The reporters”, he clarified.
“Oh”, I said and avoided his eyes.
We still were a few hundred meters away from school, so we didn't even see them, but I knew they were there. They were waiting to bombard Dimitri and me with question, they just couldn't wait until they got another opportunity to harass me!
“I- I honestly don't know”, I admitted.
Dimitri gave my hand a light squeeze that made me look at him. His eyes held a lot of sympathy and compassion, which surprised me a little bit.
“It's okay”, he said. “If you want we can answer a few questions now, they normally go away when they got what they wanted. Once they got their story we're boring for them.”
“I don't know. What if I mess up?”, I asked unsure.
“You won't and I'll be there. And if you want to stop, we will stop and just go to school immediately, okay?”
I looked questionable at Dimitri. Why was he being so nice to me all of a sudden. I appreciated it, don't get me wrong, but I still was a bit suspicious.
“You think this would help?”
“It would help you”, he said immediately.
He didn't say it would help, he said it would help me. At this moment I didn't know that there was a difference, but I would learn soon that there was one. But right now I just nodded to Dimitri and he smiled a little.
“Then come on”, he said and tucked on my hand.
I followed and smiled a little as well. It was possible that he was doing this because we were in public and he played his 'role' right now, but I didn't care. This Dimitri was someone I liked and because I knew that there was another Dimitri I didn't like, I needed to appreciate the moments I had with the good version of him.
“Hey”, I asked him. “Didn't you sleep last night?”
“I did”, he replied frowning. “You were awake when I came to bed.”
“Yes, but I fell asleep before you did and you have bags under your eyes. So did you or didn't you”?, I asked.
“I couldn't, I only got two or three hours of sleep”, Dimitri answered. “But I'm okay, honestly.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah”
And with that our conversation was over again. We became silent again, but this time it wasn't comfortable like before. The school came in sight and with it the reporters that were already waiting.
“Show time”; Dimitri grumbled.
He let go of my Hand and instead put it around my shoulders. I was glad he did that. His smell engulfed me and I felt instantly better. His strong, heavy arm around my shoulders gave me a feeling of safety and I pressed myself against his side more, without even realizing it, until Dimitri squeezed my shoulder.
“There they are!”, someone shouted and all the reporters turned around and came running at us.
“Slow down!”, Dimitri shouted. “We will answer your questions, just ask them one at a time.”
Of course nobody listened to him and they all began shouting questions, the same they have been shouting all the time since I first heard them. Microphones were pressed into our faces and I tried to hide beside Dimitri, tried to squeeze so hard into his side, that his tall frame would swallow me and hide me from these idiots!
“SHUT UP!”, Dimitri yelled and they instantly were silent.
“Thank you”, Dimitri sighed. “Like I said, my wife and I will answer a few questions, but please be a bit more civilized. My wife isn't used to such rude behavior and I don't want her to experience it now, she is still getting used tp her new life with me. Please don't make her leave me after a week.”
The reporters chuckled lightly and Dimitri smiled charmingly. Wow, he was really good at this. Paparazzi and reporters listened to his every word and did what he wanted them to do, hell they even hold up hands! Dimitri pointed randomly at one and the questions began.
“Rose, are -”
“Mrs Belikov”, Dimitri interrupted her. “You aren't friends with my wife Miss Graham.”
Dimitri glared at the woman and I knew who she was. I had heard her name before, or read. Miss Juliane Graham was the best journalist ever. She got all the secrets nobody wanted another human being to know about. I instantly disliked, not only because of that, but because I saw her ogling Dimitri up and down.
“I'm sorry”, she apologized and focused on me again. “Mrs Belikov, is it true, are you pregnant? Is that the reason you and Mr. Belikov married?”
I looked up at Dimitri. Was is supposed to answer her or was it better if he answered all the questions? But Dimitri smiled reassuringly again, squeezed my shoulder lightly, kissed my temple and nodded. I smiled back at him and looked at Miss Graham.
“No I am not pregnant”, I answered.
“And you want us to believe that?”, she scoffed.
“Wait another few months and you will see I'm not”, I replied shrugging.
“So you married him for his money?”, another man asked and pressed his microphone into my face.
“Watch it!”, Dimitri growled and pushed it away again.
“No I didn't”, I said, while I lay a hand over Dimitri's. I took the hand he used to push microphone away in mine and hold it for a moment. “I fell in love”
I didn't dare look anyone in the eyes when I said that. Instead I looked at Dimitri and my hand, fingers intertwined, and I hoped they would see this as a loving gesture of mine.
“I fell in love”, I repeated more confident.
“She didn't knew who I was”, Dimitri said and took my hand in a stronger hold in his. “Or how rich I was. When she did it was already too late, she loved me and I loved her.”
“But why marry?”, someone asked.
I have no clue who, because my eyes were focused on Dimitri's and he was staring back into mine.
“Why wait?”, Dimitri asked. “Life is short. Every day people die. I already found the love of my life and I know I don't ever want someone else at my side, so why not make it official?”
Blushing I broke the eye contact and looked back at our hands. Dimitri's thumb was rubbing small circles in the back of my hand and it was surprisingly comforting.
“Where did you two meet?”
“Brooklyn Bridge”, we both said in unison.
We both looked at each other and laughed lightly. The reporters around us took photos the whole time and at this moment some stopped and 'awwed'. It made me blush all the more.
“Tell us how you met”, someone else asked, but luckily we were saved by the bell.
Dimitri excused us and the reporters thanked us for giving them some answers. When we finally were behind the school gates and alone again I looked questionable at Dimitri.
“What?”, he asked, when he caught me staring at him.
“Why did they do what you said?”
He smirked down at me.
“That's their job Rose. They need stories and photos to get payed so they can pay their bills at the end of the month. When we are nice to them, they are nice to us. It's enough when you answer only two or three questions sometimes, that's all they need, maybe a photo and they are happy.”
And it made sense. I never saw it like that, but he was right. To see it from the other side was pretty clever, I had to admit that and he did a great job. The reporters an paparazzi seemed to respect him and this actually made me a little jealous.
Why did he need to be so superior at everything he did, while I had a panic attack and needed to be saved and carried? Life was unfair.
“What are you thinking?”, Dimitri asked.
“Hmm? Nothing”, I said and shook my head.
“No, tell me”, Dimitri insisted.
“Rose! Dimitri! Wait up!”, Someone behind us called.
It was Ivan and he was running towards us. He looked like he hadn't slept at all last nice, he clothes were all wrinkled and his hair messy.
“What happened?”, Dimitri asked when Ivan began waling beside us.
“Slept over at Liam's, he had a Poker night. It was awesome, but I forgot to make an alarm on my phone and I didn't had any spare clothes on me this morning, so this needs to do the deal.”
“I think I have some in my car”, Dimitri said.
“You're a life saver!”, Ivan shouted in my ear.
“Argh, Ivan!”, I complained and hold ma ear.
“Sorry”, he said sheepishly. “Oh by the way, here is your money, you won the bet.”
Ivan took the keys from Dimitri's hand and began jogging back to the parking lot.
“Which bet?”, I shouted after him and looked quizzically at the money in my hand.
“Adrian got bitch slapped!”, Ivan answered laughing.
I began laughing too and heard Dimitri beside me chuckle as well.
“Did he get laid?”, Dimitri asked.
“Yes, so you owe me 200, buddy!”, Ivan shouted and rounded the corner, so he was out of sight.
“Damn”, Dimitri mumbled.
“And you told me, I needed to look from where I can get 200 bucks”, I smirked at him. “See? That's how, I only bet when I know I'll win.”
I grinned cheekily at him and took of to my first class, leaving him standing there all by himself.
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