Annoyed was what she was feeling at the moment. Her messy brown hair was put up into a pony tail, and her clothes were overly layered. It was after all winter. Her brown eyes scanned over a book she had borrowed from a friend the day before. Scanning was one thing that saved her life in college. But, the cheers for someone fighting. Well, lets just say they were the thing annoying her. Closing the book with a sigh, she stood up and went to the crowd of people who were cheering. Fixing her glasses for a second, she pushed her way to the front. Dimitry, the schools bully- in her eyes- was fighting again. Taking out a pencil she fooled around with it, before she was nudged in the back. Causing her to fall foward, and not only hit him in the face but doing a face plant and dropping her stuff. She sat up quickly, and began to try and get her things together.

DImitry and two of his friends were standing in a circle around a freshman at the college. This little shortie of a man has attempted to put Dimitry in his place when he was talking down at the the Queen Bee at his lunch. Aww, how cute. The freshman has a crush on the Queen! Oh please. What a freshmeat. 
Dimitry stepped up to him and proceeded to continue his beating. He grabbed a hold of the boys shoulder and and used the other hand to punch him in the face then give him a few hard nudges in the gut. He already had the boy on the ground. How pathetic! Then again, DImitry was incredably strong. Even if he was twenty-three. He kicked the kid in the gut two times to stop his attempts at getting up. The kid curled up, cringing, and held his stomach, coughing twice.
"You ever try to-" Before he even got his threat out, something bumped him in the side and made him fall. A low pitched uh came out when he hit the floor. He looked up and saw a girl. It was that nerd girl from his painting class to be precise.

Anna got all her things together. But her pencil that had flown out of her hand. She noticed the entire crowd had become quiet. She flinched slightly, and looked up at Dimitry. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get in the way.." she said reaching out for her pencil and grabbing it, before quickly putting it up. 

The look on Dimitry's face was what silenced the entire lunch room. Even teachers, who never did anything to him when he beat up people, were looking at the two. Never had someone ever even dared to knock him over. It was infuriating! He wanted to simply give this girl a good pop in the mouth. But there was the pact he made with himself. Never ever ever would he beat up a girl. No one ever seemed to notice his victims weren't girls. Maybe he could get something out of this girl.. Make her repay him some how. He stood up and while the girl was on the ground and reached down and lifting her up by her sloppy brown pony tail. "Didn't mean to huh? We'll see just how much you mean that." He grabbed the turned and yanked her in a direction headed to the hall leading away from the cafeteria. He gave his friends the sign with his hand telling them not to follow. 
He continued to drag her away until they were outside of the school. Then the bell went off for the end of lunch as they just exited the building. He shoved her so he was in front of her and looked at her with his arms crossed. "Now what am I going to do with you I suppose?"

Anna gasped slightly in pain as she was pulled aloung by him. So much for staying out of the limelight.. Looking up at him as she was shoved, she looked away swallowing. "I really didn't mean to." she protested. "Someone pushed me." she squeezed her bag tightly in her hands. "Please.." she asked looking up at him through her framed eyes. "Don't do anything to me." she was afraid. No one had ever pushed him. She just happened to be the first one to do so.

Dimitry cocked an eyebrow at the girl. He found it very hilarious how she reacted. She thought he was going to hit her. Hah! This is too good. Maybe he should scare he a little. Or maybe mess with her head a bit.He stepped up to her and grabbed her chin. He didn;t like it when people didn't look at the person they were talking to. Since he was a lot tller than her, he had to majorly tilt his head to look at her.
"Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. Depends on how you are going to correct this wrong thing you have done. Any suggestions miss nerd?"

Anna's face turned a darker red. "No. I don't." she said quietly. Swallowing slightly, she stared up at him. Was he not going to beat her up? Just let her go? That's it? Staring at him still she pull her head out of his hand. "I don't...know, Dimitry.."

His hand flew back slightly as she ripped her head out of his hand. Fiesty are we? He liked that. His devious smile he had on before grew on one side, forming into a crooked smile. His arm lowered, still looking at her.
"Well, I have a few ideas. How about you do anything I tell you to do, and I don't beat up to a bloody pulp? How's that sound?"

"D-Deal.." Anna said quietly. "I'll...do what you want." she replied looking up at him now. "What do you...want me to do?" she asked in a quiet tone.

"I'm sure I'll come up with something. But for now, I'll test you. Let's see if little miss goody goody two shoes is willing to skip the rest of classes."

"Goody two shoes?" she whispered to herself raising an eye brow and nodding her head. "Okay...fine. I will." she said crossing her arms.

"Hmm, so there is promise in you after all." He walked around her, intending for her to follow, and headed for the parking lot. He pulled out his key ring and pressed a button on the remote and his Black Jeep Wrangler beeped once. He opened the driver side door and climbed in. He had it suited up. It wasn't one of those small loser Jeeps. It was a monster.  Complete with roof lights and everything.

Anna followed after him and opened the passengers door. "..Where are we going?" she asked looking up at him confused.

Dimitry turned on the ingnition and looked out the side mirrors as he pulled out. Once on the street, he answered her question. "To my house of course."

Anna swallowed slightly. "To...study right?" she asked softly staring at him. Thoughts were going through her mind, that made her blush.

DImitry merely laughed as he turned around a corner and went down a road. "If that's what you call it, then sure."

Anna blinked slightly then leaned against the seat, feeling a bit more relaxed. So it was studying. Good, less stressed. She let out a small sigh and waited for them to get there.

DImtry pulled into his empty driveway after five minutes of silence and holding back laughter. He turned off the monster and jumped to the ground. He slammed the door and went to the door. He shoved his key and the hole and turned the knob and walked in. HIs house was oldy nice and clean despite his reputation. His mother was a clean freak. He waved his hand to Anna as he walked in and went upstairs. He had to do everything he could to not laugh. He entered his room at the end of the hall. Once she was in he shut the door and walked up to her. His hand turned her around from staring at the canvas with a painting still on it, and spun her around. His hand went around her cheek bone and slithered halfway into her messy hair. "Hmm, where to start. Where to start. . ."

Anna's widened. "W-What are you doing, Dimitry?" she asked staring up at him. She felt her heart begen to pick up speed. "Y-you said we were studying..."

"What? I said nothing of the sort!" He played a fake appalled look on his face. Sarcasticness seeped out with everyword. "I said, 'If that's what you call it.' That doesn't mean we were studying. Well, in a way it is studying. Would you rather me beat you up in front of everyon at school?"

"N-No...please don't." she said blushing. "You wouldn't hurt girls would you?" she asked tilting her head down. 

Dimitry's smirk fell slightly. "No I wouldn't. But still. I would find way to make you pay. I'm a very resourcefull man." He attempted to recoil slightly from her decoding of his mind, and pushed her onto the bed behind her. He leaned forward before she got a chance to get away. His arms stretched out beside her likes jail bars.

Anna swallowed and her eyes widened even more. She tilted her head away so he couldn't see her face. "Don't...d-do anything." she said making her her glasses stayed on her face.

This girl was beginning to annoy him. What a goody goody! He bet she never even had a boyfriend in her life! "Relax! It'll be fun." He reached his hand over and took off her glasses, letting them fall ligtly to the floor. He leaned his head in and kissed her gently. He needed to get her going before she would give in to him.

Anna closed her eyes as he kissed her. Her heart began to pick up pace even more. Pushing him up, her breath was uneven. "D-Do you...even know my name?" she asked unsure and confused.

"Sure. It's Anna.  You're Mrs. Addis's star student in painting class." He took a long breath in. "What will it take to make you agree to this? I won't go all the way. I just need something to unbordify myself."

Anna soon had an innocent face on. "J-Just as long...as you don't go all the way." she said quietly.

Dimitry smiled again. Good. NOW, he was beginning to like this girl. Maybe they could be friends. . . . . ..  Maybe.
"Heh. Promise." He leaned in again and kissed her once more. Except just a little more intense this time.

Anna soon kissed him back, before pulling away to breath. She then tilted her head to the side so she could ketch her breath.

Dimitry chuckled slightly as he caught his own breath. "Good. That means we're getting somewhere." He scooted down slightly and lifted her shirt. His lips pressed again the side of her stomach, with a series of gentle kisses. he trailed back up to her neck, nibbling slightly.

Anna gasped softly and felt chills go down her back, each time he kissed her. "Dimitry?" she whispered softly. "Do you...even like me?" 

Dimitry lifted his head slightly and stopped it in front of her ear. "Hmm. . I don't know yet. We'll find out won't we?" He never liked to judge a girl by how well she can keep him entertained. But they would get to know each other eventually. His parents didn't get home 'til one in the morning (they both work in the same department and same shift at the office).

Anna nodded slightly, before closing her eyes. Her under shirt was the last thing on. And she felt slightly embarssed. "I don't think...w-we should do this." she said quietly staring up at him.

Dimitry lifted his head away from her and sighed. "Fine, whatever. But next time, your head goes in the toilet in the guys bathroom." He pushed himself off of her and turned toward the door. He walked out of the door and down the stairs. Then he proceeded to the basement. There was his sanctuary. Thick paper covered to walls where convases rested in a corner. Most had paint splattered on them and harsh stroke marks. This was what he did to relieve stress. Yes, Mr Tough guy had a soft side. He lifted a Brush from the sink and walked back over to one that was half done. He opened a few jars of paint, all shades of blue, that he had mixed prior and began to paint away. Flicking the brush at it harshly and making wide stroke marks as he swung his arm in front of him.

Anna slowly sat up and added weight to her right arm. Where was he? She couldn't see. "Dimitry?" she said softly and reached out slightly for no one. She heard foot steps going down the stairs, sounding like it went to the basement. Feeling around on the ground, she finally found her glasses. Quickly placing them on, she got off the bed. "Dimitry." she said quietly walking down the stairs, looking around until she heard small noises from the basement. Running down the stairs, she saw him flinging paint at the wall. "Dimitry...is this how you release stress or something?" she asked curiously.

Dimitry turned and looked at her. Then he turned back to his canvas and flicked more paint over the last layer of strokes. Paint got onto the paper on the wall and on the ground. "Yeah. It's relaxing in a way. Just don't tell anyone. They'd think I was a softy or soemthing..."

"Don't worry. I don't really talk to people at college." Anna said softly walking down the rest of the stairs. Watching her step, she stood in place. "Why don't you ever throw paint at school?" 

"Because, I would be a joke. 'Bullies', as people call me, don't do artsy stuff. I'm not about to ruin my rep because of it." He laid another heavy stroke onto it.

"You should care less what everyone else thinks." Anna said staring up at him. "Sure, I still think your a bully...but are you hitting me?" she asked crossing her arms slightly.

Dimitry's hand slowed slightly as he stroked the paper. Now it was a little less aggressive. More like tickling to canvas now. "No. I won't hit a girl. That's the one thing I won't do. But still. . . I like my status at school. I like being on top. It feels nice. But . . . "

"It's silly..." Anna said quietly. "Believe it or not, I used to be the popular one back in highschool. Yet, I never went out with a boy." Anna looked up at him. "It ruined me inside, but I got out of it. I'd rather not blend in or out."

Dimitry paused and turned to look at her. "Really?" He made it sound like he was surprised.

Anna nodded her head. "I look the way I do on purpose." she said leaning against the wall. "One: For people to leave me alone, and two: because I like it." she closed her eyes. "What do I need to do exactly...for you to 'forgive' me?"

Dimitry turned back to his painting and tickled the paper again, making small thin stroke make to add some texture. "I.. don't really know." His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to clear his head. He hated having to think this much.

Anna stepped back. "Maybe if I just left...and got out of your hair, that would be good?" she asked softly.