Ghosts Of The Past (A t.A.T.u Fanfic)

chapter 29: Don't have to try

"First day of school and already having pretty girl's calling you."

Ivan teased as Yulia walked by with the cordless phone pressed to her ear, only to get flipped off by her.

"Shut up asswipe. Not you Lena, Ivan's being a dick."

Yulia stated, heading back up the stairs, slamming the door behind her.

"So anyway, what are you into now? Well besides obviously cussing at Katya. She's how old now, ten?"

Yulia asked, laying back on her bed.

"Nine, will be ten in may. Well I am in choir and in volley ball." Lena retorted, laying across her bed as she doodled devil horns on a pic of Samantha that she had kept in a frame by the bed.

"Volley ball? You? When were you ever athletic?"

She asked, earning a laugh

"I had to do something to lose these fat ass thighs."

Lena stated.

"If you call yourself fat again I'm going to smack the shit out of you When I see you next. You aren't fat!" Yulia stated.

Much later that evening Yulia was still on the phone when Ivan knocked on her door.

"Hey Play-girl, tell your girlfriend you'll call her back. I made dinner and I sure as hell aren't going to eat it alone."

he called, smirking at the sour look Yulia sent him.

"Gotta go Lena, Ivan made dinner. I'll call you back around nine okay? Hopefully the old man has gone to bed by then."

She stated, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, talk to you later....and don't give him too hard of a time."

Lena responded.

The next day Yulia woke up to the blaring of her cellphone, which earned a groan from the girl.

"Damn it, why does school have to start so damn early?"

She complained, slowly getting up.

"You forget that school was your idea."

Ivan called from somewhere down the hall, probably in the lounge area.

"Fuck off Old man! Who asked you!" She called back, rolling her eyes as she got up and headed to the closet to get dressed, fixing her hair in a similar messy style like the one she had wore when she first started at the school.

Well it's time for them to realize the 'cool new girl' is really Yulia Volkova, the little freak that they used s a punching bag.

She thought as she pulled on a plain red t-shirt and the faded out ripped jeans that she had decided to wear the night before. Something easy to move in but still not too flashy.

"Hey Ivan? Can I take my bike today? One more morning on that fucking bus and I am going to be crazy."

she asked, walking into the kitchen and stealing a bagel from the man's hands.

"You already are." He retorted before adding "and as long as you wear the helmet I don't care. Just be careful."

He responded.

Yulia just nodded, pouring some coffee into a thermos before handing him a mug full.

"Here, you look like you need it. I may be late, Lena said something about Katya wanting to see me so I might stop by there after school. By the way, do you think I can take saturday off? I kinda want to spend the day with Lena."

She said, earning a look.

"When haven't I gave you a day off? Well minus the time you stole my jeep and crashed it?"

He retorted, earning a groan.

"I was fifteen old man, let the past go." She retorted before grabbing her school bag before calling over her shoulder.

"Bye, love you!"

This earned her a weird look from then waitress that Ivan had hired, who for whatever reason thought Ivan kept her around as some kind of lolita, though there was no way in hell that would have been the case.

"What are you gawking at?"

she asked, walking past the woman who glanced down.

Damn, Ivan's like my uncle and brother rolled into one. You have no competition from me at being his fuck buddy, lady.

She thought, making note to tease him later for the blonde's obsession with him as she mounted her bike.

Hmm...Wonder what Lena will think? Seeing me drive up on this bad boy?

She thought, smirking as she slid the visor down over her eyes.