Another Adventure

Chapter Two

AN: btw the girl in the pic above is Taylor. I'll be putting a pic of Dimitri in the next chapter. :)

I grab my old black backpack, sling it over my shoulder, and hop downstairs. I grab a piece of chocolate cake and head out the door. Just as I pull the door handle my mom speaks.

"Really, chocolate cake?"

"It's dauntless cake, FYI."

"Oh I'm sure it is."

" What do you think makes Tobias look so hot?"

" Um I don't know, working out maybe? You should try it."
I rolled my eyes

I head out the door and wait at our run down bus stop. I check my watch. I'm a little early. I ignore everything around me and zone out. All of a sudden, I'm kissing Augustus Waters, lips so smooth. We stop and suddenly people start clapping. Oh no I hate this part. It's embarrassing. My cheeks burn. I look into Gus' eyes and he looks back into mine. He smiles at me and takes out a cigarette, never lighting it. Holding hands, I realize we have to walk down the steps. I hold my air tank in my weak arms and slowly start down the stairs. Someone calls my name. But it's not Hazel Grace. Some calls my name, Alexis. I miss a step and tumble down the stairs, my air tanking pulling my breathing device out of my nostrils.

"Alexis!"

It's Taylor. My best friend, her wild olive green eyes wide with worry. She's standing in front of me, out of breathe. Probably from yelling my name at me 1,00 times.

"Yeah?"

"The bus, school?"

Behind her, a faded yellow bus that looked like it was about to break down waited for us to get on. The same old, fat black lady who drove us through middle school sat behind the wheel. She looked really annoyed. She hated Taylor and I. All through middle school, we used to throw things at her. One day she had enough. She told us to sit in the seat behind her to keep an eye on us. We then started pulling her hair. It was only once strand at a time so it pinches. She didn't know it was us. She thought it was the seat belt. The next couple of weeks we put clear glue all round the wheel. Her hands got stuck. We were eventually caught and sent to the principal's office.

We both mount the bus but only take one stair at a time. As we pass her to take our seats, she gives us the stinky eye. We giggle and hurry to the back of the bus.

"Which one were you in this time?"

" The Fault In Our Stars."

"Aww, what part?"

" We were in the Anne Frank Museum kissing. I was going down the stairs when you called my name. It distracted me and I fell own the stairs."

"Oh I'm sorry!"

"It's fine."

"Want to practice this afternoon at my house?"

"Sure."

One time, Taylor wanted to see me go into a book, so we went to my house. Somehow I brought her into the book with me. We've been practicing ever since that day.

The bus comes to an abrupt stop in front of our high school. It's a pretty modern school. Your everyday average teenagers. First and second period went smoothly without any trouble. But when third period came around, that's when the trouble starts. It was writing class. Creativity urges me to go into a book. I can't help it sometimes. In this class we were told to be as creative as can be. I have to hold back. The more creative I am as I write on my college ruled notebook paper, the more I feel the of a book, begging me to enter. Cultivated, conundrum, dexterous, I slowly slipped way into my own fantasy.

I walk into the gym and there stands my mentor, Dimitri.

"You're late" he says blandly.

"Sorry comrade, class was a mess."

"I don't need excuses."

Man he looks hot with his smooth, chestnut chin length hair, outlining his gorgeous face. Fighting him in physical combat is hard considering I don't want to damage his face. I throw a punch at his stomach, but he catches my fist and spins me around.

"Good work. Our session is over for today," he says after about 2 hours.

As he bends over to grab his bag, I sprint at him, yelling like a Native American and try to flip him over. He catches my arm and flips me over instead. On all fours, hands on my wrist, he hovers over me, looking into my eyes. His deep chocolate brown eyes, so dreamy.

"What did I do? I had you."

"Your battle cry was first mistake. Keep this up. It's good practice for both of us."

"So even if I didn't scream you would've gotten me?"

"Probably" he laughs.

"I like your laugh. Singular not plural."

He has his serious face on and looks into my eyes. We just stare at each other.

"So uhh, you got any other moves you wanna show me?"

He looks deep into my eyes then finally drags his gaze away from me, pulls himself up, and helps me up.

I snap back to reality and realize everyone is staring at me. Taylor keeps tugging at my shoulder and our teacher looks pissed.

"Alexis, is there a particular reason you do not think that it is necessary to be involved in our class? If not you may step outside or take a walk to the principal's office. Your choice."

"Sorry Mrs. Kirova, I just I felt like I was about to faint.

"Perhaps, you should spoken to me about this before we sat and practically screamed your name for five minutes."

"Yes Mrs. Kirova. Will do."

I rush out of the room to my next class but Taylor stops me.

"What happened in there?"

"Ugh I was in Vampire Academy."

"Tell me everything!"

"We'll it was a practice session with Dimka."

"Ooo exciting. did you guys make out?"

"If I had a bit more time", I trail off thinking of the different outcomes of Vampire Academy situation.

*Bell rings*

"Let's go to class. I'll tell you about Dimitri after" I say?

We all take our seats and Taylor makes sure to sit next to me. In math we are learning something that's really easy. I'm good at math so I might be able to slip out for a while. With my head in my hands, I listen to Mr. Dashkov blab on about how important it is that we study. This time I don't ignore the tug in my brain that tells me to slip out.

Ahhh back with Dimitri and the training. I take a risky glance over at him just to see he's already looking at me. I face him, and then all at once, like we rehearsed it, a hungry look grows in his eyes and we both pounce at at each other like ferocious tigers. He grabs my lower back as I wrap me legs around his waist. Our lips collide, softly at first, then more aggressively. He was like the ocean, no way to escape him. But that wasn't an issue. I didn't want to escape him. He pushes me against the wall, one hand in my hair and one hand grasping my lower back. I run my hands through his hair then grab his back so hard my nails dig into his skin. His lips brush over my neck and I breathe heavily.

"Roza" he murmurs.

Someone slaps me. But it wasn't Dimitri. It was Taylor that slapped me. In a flash I'm back in reality. I wake up to the sound of an ambulance driving to the hospital.