My Ex-Best Friend is a Dragon

Chapter 11

Will
I don't know how long I can do this for. Pushing her away and not be able to hold her or bring her happiness. She could have any guy she wants. Yet, she wanted me and how I held her heart. But me being a dragon is so not right. In fact, I wished I was never born into a monster. But Rosalie is my light because thinking back to the day I had to leave her behind was the most horrible thing I could ever done. I wanted to keep her safe from my actions. I can't risk her losing her life.

I cleared my throat. "We're almost there." "Did you want me to come with you or pick you up?"
Rosalie just continued to stare at the window. "No Will I just needed someone to drop me off and that's it." "Besides knowing you; you wouldn't want to be seen by me." She snapped. "If I didn't want to be seen by you I wouldn't have offered to take you in the first place Rosie." I stated. "Just stop talking." She snapped again. I just sighed and kept on driving to the museum.

30 minutes later...
Rosalie
"Thank you" I say as I quickly got out of the car. I could not wait to get out of his stupid car and away from him. Although the car ride was silent and tension grew between us I didn't need anymore rejection or mixed signals from him. As I went into the building I felt little nervous because me finding out more information about this folktale and figure out where and how this story was made. Don't get me wrong I love fairytales and folklores from different cultures but this one in particular always caught my eye. I remember when I was 8 my dad always got after my grandparents about this story. For instance, dad would get uncomfortable and start changing the subject. As I entered through the halls it felt endless because it kept on going until you reach the elevator. I wanted to know more about the story and finding an historian was ticket to finding out the truth.

Meantime....
Will
On as we made it to the museum I couldn't believe that Rosalie didn't make eye-contact with me. I know I messed up but I'm a guy and sometimes guys don't think straight about what is best for their friend who happens to be a girl. Okay...fine a girl who is a supermodel and does fucking photoshoots for Victoria Secrets and or stupid designers that make clothes that so revealing. I just sighed to myself thinking all the stupid things I have done and not making any effort to amend the brokenness I've caused her. Maybe just maybe we can rebuild that friendship that I choose to destroy. Thinking to myself I have to make this right and give her at least a thin line of hope. I need to see why she wanted to go to the museum and what was she looking for. I went into the building and saw her look a little lost like little duckling trying to find its mother. "Rosalie are you already lost?" I asked with a sly smirk. Remember guys I am a guy who is full of pride and stubborn. "I am not lost!" She snapped at me. "Well then what or who are looking for?" I asked. "It has nothing to do with William Rizin; I can get a ride back or just take a bus or cab." She practically yelled at me. I was taken back when she almost said my full name; and she knows that I hate my full name. I glared at her and marched over to her towered above her. "Rosalie I am not here to fight with you I am just curious why all of sudden you wanted to come to Russia and not France." "Not to mention, your grandparents would kill me if I left you by yourself without protection." "Not to mention, that the their are weirdos with their cameras trying to take pictures of you." "If you hadn't noticed your modeling career is huge and people want to take advantage of you or worse kidnap you." "You hardly ever visited this area, this country, this town, and this culture." I explained to her. She's taken back by my words and kept searching my face for any lies or deception I may have.

"Fine if you must know I would like to more about a folktale that has caused me to more curious than ever." "I want to know about the princess and the dragon I want to know who and why this story keeps passing along to the next generation." She told me.

Rosalie

Will was completely baffled about my search. I mean I can understand how childish the story is but I need to know why my grandmother was telling me that I am the spiting image of the Princess Anya. "Why would you waste your time on fairytale story like that?" Asked Will. "What do you mean?" "I want to know how and why this story was created." I replied back. "Yeah...but I don't think its a good idea." Will said sternly. As I was about to respond I heard a voice. "Well well well if it isn't Miss. Rosie and my baby cousin." Smirked Caleb. "What are you doing here Caleb?" sneered Will. "If you must know baby cousin is that I work here not to mention, I do have degree and a doctorate on History and you just have a degree in what is it...O yes accounting." Said Caleb with a wicked smile. "We can't all be like you now if you excuse us we were just leaving." Snapped Will. "Wait I am not leaving and since your cousin is an historian I need some questions answered." I cried out. "Rosalie we can find someone better thank him now let's go." Said Will as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the exit. "Will let go I want to find out besides your cousin seems nice and willing to help." I said back. Will stopped in his tracks and looked at his cousin and then to me. "Well cousin what's it going to be?" Asked Caleb. "Fine but I swear Caleb you better be telling us every single fact." Said Will. "But of course William I wouldn't dare share anything but the truth." "Just remember karma is a bitch and secrets always come out." "Follow me Rosie to my office." Replied Caleb as he guided us through the hallway and up the stairs. Then we turned right and headed to his office. "So what can I do for you?" Asked Caleb.