The Poison & The Cure

St. Vladimirs

    "Oh Rosie. Wake up. Don't wanna be late for your first day of school." My current roommate and good friend, Ivan, said. After the attack on P.D.O.A, my company, I had to go undercover at a high school and bust the attacker. I was transferred to Montana to start the search, each agent was stationed in a different state to find him, and remembered that my childhood friend Ivan had recently moved here. We were staged to go undercover as high schoolers because all we knew about the guy was that he is an 18 year old male with blonde hair. So as soon as I was transferred here I called Ivan and he offered me a temporary home in a heartbeat.

    "Go away." I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow.

    "But I bought you donu-." He was cut off by yours truly knocking him off my bed and racing down the stairs. What can I say, I live for donuts.

    "Mmmmmmm..... so good." I said, with a half a donut in my mouth. By this time Ivan was walking down the stairs and looked as if he was going to pass out if he didn't hold onto the rail.

    "I think you gave me a concussion." He replied. Holding his head as an attempt to make the pain go away. 

    "You shouldn't have been in my way, Captain." I replied, calling him by his old nick name I had given him when we went to high school in California.

    "And risk not sitting on your bed, counting the seconds before you so dramatically rip off my clothes. Absolutely not." This was Ivan, attempting his daily dose of "never-in-a-lifetime-going-to-happen-but-its-worth-a-shot" flirting with me.

    "Only in your very disturbing dreams, Zeklos." I replied in a snarky manner.

    "Aw, come on. I know you want a piece of this. Just as I want a piece of that." He gestured to himself before slapping my ass.

    "Just get your pale ass out the door and in the car before I'm late to 'solving the issue' I'm working on." Ivan didn't know I was an agent or why I was going back to school, no one is supposed to know, (one of the reasons it's called an undercover agent) all he knew was that I had to solve a very important problem and to not ask any questions.

    "I'm going, I'm going. Meet me in the car when your somewhat decent looking." He gestured to my tank top and shirt shorts I usually sleep in.

    After Ivan was in the car I headed up to my room and slipped on my black combat boots, jeans, and a  tank top underneath a leather jacket. I ran down the stairs, careful not to trip and die, and got in my new Porsche.

    The Porsche was a present from my best friend and agent partner Lissa. She got it for me as soon as we got to Montana where we were both staged at. She was currently staying at a "friends" house while being here. She calls it friend I call it lover. Her and Christian had been inseparable ever since they had met each other on a case in Montana. I swear, its only a few more days before they announce they're getting engaged. He was also stationed here from California and just so happened to have a house in Montana where they were currently staying.

    "So Captain, off to St. Vlads we go. Tell me, how bad is it gonna be?" I asked, getting into the passengers seat.

    "I honestly would not know. I went to school with you, remember? Shouldn't be too bad, though. My friend, Dimitri, works as a history teacher there. Tell him you know me and he'll go easy on you." He joked.

    And like that our easy banter continued until we got to the school. I had to admit I missed hanging out with him. I was upset when he decided to move to Montana, but judging from my current situation, I'm kinda glad he did.

    Then all too soon, we arrived at the school parking lot. I reluctantly looked away from Ivan and stared at St. Vlads High. It looked decent. No too bad. That didn't mean I wanted to get out of the car and enter that hell on earth.

    Ivan must've noticed my nervousness because he gently patted my leg, not in a flirty way like it usually was, but in a comforting way.

    "Go on Red Bird. Before I have to walk you to class like a concerned father. You know I will." Ivan has always called me Red Bird because one night when we were in high school we got shit- faced drunk and decided to dye our hair. His blue, mine red, we had called ourselves the "Captain America" team. The next day when he had sobered up he dyed it back to normal. But I liked the way my red hair looked and had kept it that color for a few days, but it's back to its natural color today.

    "But I don't wanna." I whined playfully.

    "Then I guess you just wanna stay in the car and have hot car sex with me."

    "Okay. I'm getting out." I got out quickly, but not before Ivan had, yet again, slapped my ass.

    Turning around I glared at him as he winked. I managed a small wave as he drive off and turned back to the school.

    "Okay St. Vlads. Here goes nothing." I muttered under my breath, walking through the double doors.