The Competition

Yelena

I arrived early and was exhausted. I didn't know that fencing against Natalia would be so exhausting. "Do you mind, red?" a voice interrupts my thoughts. I look up and nod, then scoot over to the empty seat next to me. I take another look at the voice, which reveals who else but Viktor. "What the fuck do you want?" I curse at him. He speaks to me and my expression softens at the reason he woke me. I stand up, leaving the man behind as I take a seat two tables ahead. 

I listen to the voice behind me, "A pretty face like ours shouldn't swear," he's fucking annoying, is that his way of talking to a woman?

" Go fuck yourself, Viktor," I retort. Looking at my watch, I realize we still have ten minutes before class, and I sit down in my nap position, ready to sleep. The only thing I can think about at the moment is Viktor, although he acts like a seven year old boy to me, he still ... he still has a very pretty face, just like his little sister. They have such a striking resemblance: jet black hair followed by a rich shade of deep brown eyes. Not to mention the rosy color of their full lips and  not forgetting their fair skin. What's different about Viktor is that, unlike his sister, he's covered in tattoos, at least on his arms. 

"Katsaros," my thoughts dissolve. I hum to let him know I'm listening. He repeats the word and this time I look back at him, humming for the second time.

 "How about you tell me the reason why you're here, in our academy," he keeps his eyes on me. "Got kicked out of mine." 

"Bullshit," he replies as I leave my seat and walk towards him, our eyes still locked. "And what exactly are you going to do with this information, pretty boy?" I lean forward and give him a lazy smile. He stares ahead, startled. 

"Are you shocked, darling?," I say again in russian and almost burst out laughing at his expression, which quickly turns into a grin. 

"You're full of surprises today, got kicked out of your academy and now you also speak Russian?" he replies in his native tongue. Of course I am, if he's that upset that I'm from a rival academy. "No offense, however you don't look uh..." 

"Russian? I know I'm a mixed race. Russian father, Greek mother."

"Am I interrupting you guys?" a voice says in the back. I turn to see Carson entering the room with the professor, followed by several students. Saving myself from an awkward situation, I reply, "No, I was just asking ." Back at my desk I sit down and wait for the class to begin.