My name is Ana

7. Janitors closet rendezvous

"Marshall, huh?" Dimitri purrs out in his deep, smooth voice. "Romanian, huh?" I counter.

"Yes. So where do your Marshalls come from?" I feel off guard with this question. Can't he start off easy with my favorite color or something?

"I honestly don't know. I was adopted. I only know my name was Ana. I don't remember anything else." Dimitri just stared at me like he had something to say but couldn't say it. Our fingers touched, and I felt the tingling again. It's soothing in a way. I didn't move my fingers. Neither did he. Does he feel that, too?

"When do you turn 18, Ana?" He asks. This guy asks bizarre questions. "Um, Friday, actually. Why did you say Justin wouldn't be a problem much longer?" I ask.

Dimitri is looking at our fingers. He starts stroking my pinky with his. "Is he your boyfriend?" Ahhhh, back to this. Frickin Justin.

"No. we grew up a few houses from each other. Our parents became friends. We never dated or anything. I've only ever seen him as a friend. Why?" I ask. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued.

Dimitri covers my hand with his and curls his fingers into my palm as he tells me."It will make more sense on Friday."

I look at his hand covering mine. His hand is so much larger compared to it. It's warm and strong. Despite the difference in size, they feel like they were made to go together. The tingling is running through my hand. I'm no longer feeling awkward.

"Do you feel that too?" I whisper. "Yes," he gently sqeezes my hand. "What is it?" I ask. Dimitri looks at me, smiles, and says. "You'll find out on Friday." I'm confused. "Why Friday?" "Because Friday is your birthday." He smiles. I narrow my eyes at him. He chuckles, giving me an evil sadistic smile.

Something is going on here, and Dimitri Ardelean from Romania knows exactly what it is. Game on, Dimitri.

I'm conflicted inside. Part of me is saying he's dangerous and I need to run. To question why this guy I've known for 10 minutes is holding my hand. I should be asking him if he's part of some trafficking ring. Is he going to throw me in a van after school? The other part of me says that I want to hold his hand and fall right into him. Forever.

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Dimitri wasn't in any of my classes for the rest of the morning. Thank god. I really needed to get my thoughts together. He felt everything I was feeling. He wasn't even surprised or bothered by it either. He seemed bewildered, actually, and what was that s**t in the parking lot? Something passed between us. He knows exactly what is happening, too. I'm going nuts, and he's telling me to wait until Friday. For what? I hate games.

I'm frustrated and marching through the halls to meet up with Beth for lunch. I've just spent the last 4 hours listening to every girl I have come across discuss all of the ways they're going to catch Dimitri's attention and seduce him. Sometimes in detail, all of the dastardly deeds they want him to do to them.

Ironically, they're the same things I want him to do to me.

Wendy Robin's is determined to f**k him in the janitors closet, Shannon Patrick claims to already have. Vanessa Ferguson said she's got a date with him Friday night. This is only making me more confused. I just met him!! Even the thought of him talking to these girls fills me with a jealous rage I didn't even know I had the capability of feeling. It makes me want to scream. Why do I even care? It's not like I have any claim on him.

Is he really f*****g girls in closets and lining up dates halfway through his first day? Merely minutes after holding my hand and making me feel like he has something special with me? He's probably done the same thing to someone different each class. Now I feel stupid, and I'm livid.

Of course, the one guy I have interest in is likely to steamroll through the entire senior class his 1st week in this school.

Thinking of all of this has been taking me in emotional circles all morning. Beth is of no help.

I tell her everything after I meet up with her on the way to lunch. Everything. Right down to asking my creature to f**k me the other night as we waited in the lunch line while and while Beth built her salad .

She has decided we're soul mates and wants to know where she can find one. After, of course, she congratulated me for attempting to finally screw on my virgin futon.

Neither of us is ready to dismiss the possibility of him also being my glowing blue-eyed evening visitor. We decided we needed more information before ruling him out as a suspect. Of course, neither of us have an excuse to rationally explain glowing blue eyes either.

Beth and I settle at an empty table and are just getting ready to address the Justin problem when I smell the grotesque aroma of coconuts.

Sabrina drops her tray on the table across from Beth and I, followed by Katie sitting down next to her. "Did you call dibbs on the new guy?" She starts. "I called dibbs at 7:22am, which was before you got to your locker. According to Girl Code, if I called dibbs 1st, he's off limits!".

This guy hasnt even been here for an entire day, and he has already caused me way more drama than I'm comfortable with.

"Oh shut up, Sabrina. Girl code is null and void here. It doesn't matter cause he seems to have called dibbs on Ana, you twat." Beth shoots back tossing lettuce at her.

"Well I heard he f****d Shannon in the janitors closet." Katie throws in. Sabrina nods. "I heard that too. Theresa said he also has a date with Val."

I roll my eyes. Here we go again. I'm getting agitated again, just after I finally start to calm down.

I feel warm tingling before a familiar body drops down next to mine. I turn my head and meet sapphire blue eyes staring right at me.