Christina Petrova/Christie & Charlie

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Christina Petrova After a moderate amount of nagging from Charlie trying to get Christie to get up, the princess finally did after yawning unceremoniously. She got ready, packed her stuff and dressed up properly in the following half hour before turning around and looking for her sister in the other room of the dorm, "Charlie, are you done?"

She circled her lips with the lipstick, smacking them, before turning to open the door. "As ready as I can be."

Christina Petrova Christie's expression flickered into a smile before nodding at her, "Then lets get going. No one would want the Lost Duchess to get late to class just after being rescued, would they? Besides, expect to be intercepted in the hallways by reporters. News are slippery, even when confidential."

She bristled, "I could just stay in here. Be a lot better for everyone. Catch up on tv shows," she said wistfully. "You can stay in with me. Just us two..."

Christina Petrova "As much as I'd like to binge-watch 'How to get away with arson', it is more important for you to actually catch up with your classes, instead of television series."

She scowled at her, "coming from you, " she grumbled, "I'm not the only once behind in that area." She brushed past her, "but if you insist, I'll attempt to ignore the stares and learn some...whatever class i have. Are we in the same classes now too? "

Christina Petrova She rolled her eyes, having a hard time telling if CHarlie was actually being serious or not. "No. Not all of them, at least. I'm not your chaperone t o look after and babysit you 25/8. You're a grown teenager. You should know better than to escape again."

She pursed her lips, the desire bubbling inside of her, and was glad it was her back facing Christie. "Thank god, I'd getsick of you. What do I have first? Dont suppose ive gotten out of English?" She asked, actually curious.

Christina Petrova "No you haven't. You know, it is pretty hard to bribe the teachers here, specially our lovely older brother, which only sounds counterintuitive."

"I don't bribe teachers, I just didn't want to see him," she grumbled before pushing out of the dorm, expecting her to follow.

Christina Petrova  Christie looker at her phone for their schedules, "Huh. Funny. We actually both have English today first period." Christie replied, unconsciously walking after Charlie.

She groaned rather unladylike, "you're really not tempting me," she moaned, "whatever, I can pretend to be you. We're twins, we look like each other. Make them think they're seeing double."

Christina Petrova "Well, we're twins, but not twins twins. We're not identical," she chuckled, "Besides, pretending to be me is only about the worst thing you could do."

"Why? I could get away with it. Just have to put you on stilts."

Christina Petrova She #SHOOK her head, "I did not mean it that way. What I meant was that apparently many people that dislike me are fond of you, so you'd lose their liking or whatever."

She looked at christie weirdly, "people don't like you? Why wouldn't they like you? You're nice, I'm a bitch. Like you're the most non problematic person in this place."

Christina Petrova Christie cracked with laughter "The fact that I am nice to you because you are my sister doesn't mean that I am nice or caring to people."

They got into the grounds, people (trying to be discreet Charlie supposed) turning to eye them. Ignoring them, she said, "you're nicer than me, you should-" she cut off as she saw someone, her walk faltering to a stop.

|-| Gun=

She withdrew her hand swiftly, "I've been sleeping just fine," she muttered, "and I've been going early to catch up on T.V,' she argued. She found that the best way to lie was to ignore her, really, especially when Christie approached sensitive areas. "Didn't you say I needed to work hard anyway?"

Christina Petrova Christina rolled her eyes, "Well, that's funny, because you never have the TV on, and when you do, you're just staring at the tele without really paying attention. This isn't you Charlie."

She sighed, giving her a face, "I don't know what you're talking about, I've been binge watching f.r.i.e.n.d.s, see?" She leant over to bring the box out, waving it at her. "What do you want me to be like, anyway? Coming home at 3 am, drunk?"

Christina Petrova She shifted her weight awkwardly, wanting to answer, Well, yeah, duh, that's what you normally used to do, but knowing that that comment could backfire to her in a following conversation. Instead, she just rubbed her forearm nervously, "Well, not really, but you could at least go out with your old friends to lunarbucks?"

She shrugged, "the only person I even remotely like now is Jax and I am so not going to hang out with him every other day." She moved back onto her bed, "seriously, you worry too much."

Christina Petrova "Funny, because my gut tells me I'm not worrying enough. And if ther'es anything I've learned in my whole life is to trust my gut."

"Sometimes your gut can be misleading," she murmured, "seriously, did you just come in here to give me coffee? Or are you coming in here to see if I'm dead or something? I'm not going to kill myself mind you, I have a rather inhibiting fear of not knowing anything. Which makes death kind of out of the question."

Christina Petrova "That is not what I am worrying about. Either way -whatever. Just deink your xoffee and finish your room."

She rubbed her eyes. God, she was so tired. Taking a sip of the coffee, she looked at the ground, "I don't remember a time where you bossed me around," she sighed. She wanted to sleep so badly. If she had it back. The gun. She could sleep, without nightmares, like she use to be able to. She turned to watch Christie with a frown, "how much do you trust me? Like on a level of one to ten? Not like "do you trust me to not run away" thing but on a general level."

Christina Petrova Christie frowned, "The fact that you doubt my trust for you offends me. I trust you wholeheartedly. Of course, there are a few things that I would never tell anyone, but there isn't anything I would tell anyone else without telling you first." Christie's features softened, "Though I am starting to feel like it doesn't work the same way the other way around."

She paused, "I would tell you anything if I was able to," she decided, pushing the computer away and positioning herself in front of Christie, taking her hands into her own, "I just need you to do me a favour, with absolute faith in me and trust, with the knowledge that it is for nothing but my own mental sanity."

Christina Petrova "If you were able to? What the hell does that even mean? Are you being blackmailed or something?" Oh no. This could't be happening... "I'd do anything for you, so long as it is for your own mental sanity and not something that proves to be the opposite."

"Of course not," she said instantly. Liar, liar. "And...well...when I was in Prague. I had a gun. It helped me sleep, see, and I was wondering if you could ask to get it back. It's not loaded or anything. Just..I need it."

Christina Petrova She tried digesting the whole infortmation without judging, the key word was tried. "You had agun when you were in Prague? Why would you have a gun? And why would you need it now, if you claim it is not loaded?"

She paused, biting her lip, unsure of how to word it, "it's a security blanket," she decided, "yes, it's not loaded but...it just helps me feel safe."

Christina Petrova She continued to process everything, "Okay, but why the sudden paranoia to feel safe? Did you escape from someone? Were you afraid they might find you?"

She hesitated before shaking her head, "it doesn't matter, I've been thinking about how to ask for a while now," she said, "I just..I need it, Christie, it's not loaded." That was a little white lie, it may not have been loaded but there were bullets nearby. In Prague anyway.

Christina Petrova "So you want me to go all the way to Prague to find an unloaded gun and bring it to you just so you can sleep inside the safest academy in all elementrium?" She concluded.

"I figured they combed through my place and so they found it and brought it back, so you could just ask for it since you most likely have more authority than me to ask for it."

Christina Petrova Christie shot her hands up in defeat, "Alright, I'll see what I can do. No promises, though, okay?"

She breathed out in relief. That was easier than expected. "Thank you," she said with a smile before tilting her head, "by the way, could you do me a favour?"

Christina Petrova Her eyes widened, "Please don't tell me they found some drugs that you now want me to dispose of."

She smirked, "now that you've reminded me..." she trailed off, leaving it in the air, before shaking her head, "kidding. But...that guy we met the other week, Logan, could you...stay away from him? I don't know..I get bad vibes from him."

Christina Petrova Her eye twitched a little, "You also got bad vibes from Coppe, and in the end we became a couple."

She raised an eyebrow, "so you're going to be in a relationship with this guy just because I have bad feelings for them."

Christina Petrova "That is not what I said at all, and you know it," she scowled ever-so slightly."

"I'm serious, Christina, stay away from him," she said with a frown, "it's not like you even know him anyway."

Christina Petrova "And you do? Because as far as I am concerned, you claimed you'd never seen him before."

"I said I didn't know him," she corrected her, "not that I haven't seen him before. Regardless, Christie, please? It's not like he even matters or is a big deal."

Christina Petrova "Whatever." She shrugged and shook it off. She changed the subject, "Do tou have any idea where they could have stashed your belongiings from Prague?"

"Well, no, not really, I hoped you'd know. Like what did they do after I ran off to the station? Surely they didn't leave everything there?" Actually, that was probably a good thing.

Christina Petrova Actually, she hadn't quite thought this part through. "Uh. I know your personal belongings were supposed to get here packed in boxes by tomorrow. Dunno about risky objects, though I suspect they'd bring them here to Elementrium with more of a rush."

"Reckon they'd be worried about finding a gun? Enough to go to mother about it?"

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Christina Petrova "Quite likely, although I don't think they've given her the memo yet."

"On second thought, maybe the gun should be loaded," she said before she registered it.

Christina Petrova Christie #SHOOK her head, "If I do get it back by any odd desire of the dese fate, then you are never going to load it."

She tilted her head, "I can agree to that," she said eventually. "As long as you stay away from Logan."

Christina Petrova "No." She deadpanned, "I might not see Logan and whatever, but this isn't conditioned. You can not ever load load it. Regardless of anything. This isn't up for bargain."

"I'll tell you I won't, but I won't promise it until you promise me you'll stay away from him," she said, curling her nose, crossing her arms over her chest.

Christina Petrova "Why do you even care so much about him?" Christie didn't particularly cre about the guy as she had only talked to him once but it maddened her that Charlie thought she could tell Christie who she could be with or not.

"I don't. I just want you to stay away from him, dammit Christie. I'm only here without a f*cking fight because of you. I left Prague for you. I put up with the whispers and stares for you. I deal with my mother's wrath for you. So you can do this one thing for me. And that's to stay away from Logan Whitmore," she growled, nearly on the verge of yelling. "Because if I you don't, if he talks to you, then I swear to god I-" she stopped talking and whipped her head away, breathing hard, "just don't. Please don't go near him."

Christina Petrova Christie took a step back, though not intimidated by her sister, but rather because she had been shocked at her sudden outburst, "How do you know his last name?"

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Christina Petrova "We were together the whole time and he didn't mention his last name once." She pressed.

She sighed, her mind racing, "it was a summer fling, alright? It ended badly."

Christina Petrova "Okay," she nodded and gestured for her to elaborate, "And why shouldn't I talk to him?"

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Christina Petrova "And since when do your sloppy seconds of one night stands count as exes?"

"I said a summer fling, not a one night stand."

Christina Petrova "Then it would have been short-lived, or I would have suspected if you went out with a same guy more than three times."

She blinked, "ouch," she said, "look, whatever Christie, do whatever you want."

Christina Petrova She rolled her eyes and sighed before sitting down and rubbing at her temples.

She moved to her bedroom, taking out a jacket, "I'm going out," she declared.

Christina Petrova "Where to?" She inquired.

"I don't know," she said, pulling it on, "maybe a party. Maybe a bar. Maybe the park."

Christina Petrova "You're not gonna tell me then. Fine. Just remember that the bodyguards will be watching your back."

She opened her mouth to say 'I can easily lose them' but she closed her mouth, deciding not to push it. She was surprised, actually, she wouldn't have stopped Christie from going with her. "Yeah, whatever," she muttered.

Christina Petrova "Okay then," she snapped. "Then leave if you must."

She shot her an annoyed look, shoving her feet into a pair of heels, "I'll leave if I want not leave if I must. I really don't need to, I just want to."

Christina Petrova "Same difference. Just storm out or whatever," She said indifferently as she made a dismissive gesture with her hand.

"I don't storm anywhere. Much too graceful for that."

Christina Petrova "Then waltz for all I care. It will still be lacking in conveying the drama that you seem to hold so dearly to your own."

"I'm not holding onto drama," she said simply standing up, clicking her heels on the ground, "and, by the way, I never said you couldn't follow me," she added on before pushing out of the room and into the hallway.

Christina Petrova She wanted to follow Charlie. See what she was up to. But honestly, CHristie was too fed up to do that. She just wanted to rest.

She paused at the end of the hallway, wondering if Christie would follow, but after a moment, she realised the other girl wasn't. Sighing, it was probably for the best.

Christina Petrova Christie didn't know what to do with her sister anymore. SHe'd tried being subtle. SHe'd tried being nice. She'd tried being upfront. She'd tried being mean. Nothing seemed to crack her just right.

She shifted through the academy, staying in the shadows, the sidelines, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She could feel the eyes of the bodyguards on her back and in the space of ten minutes, she'd lost them. Thank god.

Christina Petrova She groaned before laying back on the bed and falling asleep.

|-| Kaz/Charlie=

Kaz Novacek It was the middle of the night and he just couldn't sleep. He'd left everything he had to come to Elementrium. To come to the Academy. He tried shaking the thoughts off but he couldn't by himself, so he turned to the aid of scotch from the decanter of a random teacher's office. It was warm.

She was wandering around the place. She use to always do this before, it was the only time she could be around here without someone staring or wanting to talk to her. Walking past a teacher's lounge, she paused, peering in, seeing Kaz and hesitated. Finally, she leant against the doorway, "I won't tell my brother you stole that. He's very possessive over that. Of course, the freak likes it warm."

Kaz Novacek He frowned, trying to remember all the Petrovas and their names. Of course, he only thought of the one who was going to be king years ago. "Harry? No. I stole it from a teacher. But yeah, whoever's this is, it's not as cold as I would have expected."

Oh, right, he's not open with his identity. Forgot about that. She bit down on her lip, shaking her hair out with the tips of her fingers. "You could put it in the freezer," she suggested, "be cold in about 30."

Kaz Novacek Kaz shrugged, "Would work, but I have my alcohol levels strictly calculated. If I drink in 30 minutes, I might still be tipsy by the time school starts and we don't want that."

She raised her eyebrows, "of course you do," she said and moved forward into the room, running her hands over the furniture, "you could get drunk, of course, then you won't even remember school."

Kaz Novacek Kaz blinked twice before squinting slightly, "I could, but that would't look good coming from a student who is just coursing through their very first week."

"They're use to it by now, I can give you a book on who comes to class drunk. I doubt they'll even notice," she said with a shrug, "but fair enough...it's not a good past time. How you liking this place?"

Kaz Novacek "It's busy. Lot's of homework and training. Guess I am still going throught that 'currently adapting' process." He shrugged, silently yawning.

"Fair enough," she conceded, "guess I can't complain with how we've barely seen each other."

Kaz Novacek "Well, with your sister safeguarding you 24/7 and having those sentinels of yours following you... I guess it has just been hard to find you available."

"Well, if it's anything, I know how to lose any of them so if you text me...I'll come alone," she said, slipping onto the bench, watching him.

Kaz Novacek He swilled the decanter on his hand, just like he had done with the beer bottle back in the Irish pub the day they'd first met. "I shall, but it's just so different now."

She glanced away, knowing what he meant, and shrugged, rubbing her arm. "I guess it is," she breathed out. She coudln't even say she was the same person either. Because she wasn't. She wasn't....who she was in the academy when she was in Prague.

Kaz Novacek "Do you even miss it?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed, as the alcohol started to sink into his blood, resent coating the blades of his voice.

"Prague?" She asked, glancing back to him, "every day. God...I'm so, so, sorry. You were dragged here because of me."

Kaz Novacek "Not Prague... and don't be sorry, because it's not your fault, but I meant if you miss..." He squinted, as if that somehow cleared his mind and organized his thoughts. "Me. Or rather us... You know, maybe it was just me, and I don't want to make things awkward. Or maybe I was just seeing things that weren't there, or my memories are betraying me, or it has been long enough for me to forget but-" He sighed and opened his eyes again, "Did we have like a thing? You know, like, a vibe?"

She looked at him with a slight inclination of her eyebrow. Her other...flings...were always direct in their attraction, none wanting to beat around the bush, they certainly didn't fumble around. "I don't know, Kaz, did we? It's not like we were making out on your bike."

Kaz Novacek "That's the thing. I saw you as a friend, but I noticed until later that while we were friends, we didn't always behave like so. Or maybe that was just me." He took another sip from the whisky. Bad decision, he knew, but at least the warm sensation distracted him from the awkwardness of the conversation.

A lot of people think that. "And people say male and females can be platonic," she joked.

Kaz Novacek Not knowing what to say, he only took another sip of his scotch. "Well, I guess it's nice to know you didn't feel the same way, then."

She winced, "sorry, Kaz...it's not really...I'm not ready for a relationship," she said with a shrug, "it's not you."

Kaz Novacek HE rolled his eyes, having heard that last phrase several times, "But it is. If someone really liked me they wouldn't care about 'being ready for a relationship'," he air-quoted that last part, "And I don't blame you, nor am I mad at you. It's just a sucky situation."

She looked sharply away. How do you tell someone that it really was you and not them? How do you tell them that you can't date them because the touch of a male makes you want to gag, let alone the thought of sleeping with someone. "Yeah, well, maybe liking someone isn't enough," she said with a shrug.

Kaz Novacek He gulped, "Yeah. Maybe that's it." He lied and closed the decanter again. "I should stop drinking about now."

"You probably should," she agreed, glancing back to it, "he'll probably notice the difference already but...he'll definitely notice if you finish it. There's easier methods of getting liquor, you know?"

Kaz Novacek "Yeah but none are as exciting as stealing a teacher's warm scotch in the middle of the night."

She raised an eyebrow, deciding to take that as a joke, "sure it is," she said grinning, "though, robbing a store is so much more exciting."

Kaz Novacek "It is, but I was too lazy to go find a sketchy store that was still open at 2am to shoplift a beer that would've been bad, too."

"Every alcohol store is open at 2 am, it'd be bad for business if they closed earlier," she pointed out.

Kaz Novacek "Not convenience stores, " he countered, "and they're the cheapest."

"Not if you're robbing the place, price doesn't really matter," she shot back.

Kaz Novacek "It does. You're stealing more money from a company, and if you steal enough, and were to be caught, it could count as a felony." he argumented, not really invested in it, but just arguing for the hell of it.

"You just said you wanted only a beer," she pointed out, "I've stolen worse."

Kaz Novacek "What have you stolen, A gun?" He joked.

She hesitated, "okay, that too," she said, "I meant alcohol, dumb-dumb, now change the topic, lets not go into my list of felonies."

Kaz Novacek He chuckled before getting an O-face, "Oh." He said, "Sure."

"You see, I'm a dangerous criminal, you definitely don't want to get involved with me," she said with a wink.

Kaz Novacek His grin returned, "I sure don't want to. But I will."

"You will? Mighty sure of that, aren't you?"

Kaz Novacek "As a matter of fact, I am. No matter what I do, I keep coming back to you one way or another."

"It only happened once, Kookie, don't get over your head," she said, "it was a fluke."

Kaz Novacek He nodded, "I know. But I feel like this is only the first time of many yet to come."

"Oh dear god," she said bursting into laughter, "you're a romantic, aren't you?"

Kaz Novacek He rolled his eyes, "You've merely misinterpreted me as I haven't meant anything romantic ever since you clarified your inentions with me were not, well, romantic."

"Uh huh," she said, eyeing him, before shrugging. She wasn't going to fight him in that area. He knew himself more than she did. "I don't really have intentions with anyone, really," she mused, "having intentions with someone kind of sounds manipulative."

Kaz Novacek "But aren't we all manipulative beings?" He mused, slightly frowning.

"Suppose so," she conceded, "not like I'm innocent in that area. Anyways...I'll leave you be." With that, she slipped off the table.

Kaz Novacek "Well, that's a quick dismissal. Aren't you going o properly say goodbye like you did in Prague?"

She turned to eye him, raising a sharp eyebrow, "a proper goodbye? Like Prague? I only did that cause I thought I would never see you again...this isn't really a goodbye."

Kaz Novacek "No. I meant like you used to do in Prague. Like, you know. How us people in Prague dismiss each other with the kiss on the cheek and whatnot," He smirked teasingly.

Her eyebrows shot into her hair line but she moved forward anyway, "you are going to be death of me," she pointed out, leaning up to plant her lips onto his cheek, "Až do příště, Kaz," she said, before pulling back.

Kaz Novacek He smiled, a lopsided and tipsy line of a triumphant grin. "Uvidíme se později, Charlie."

"Get that smug look off your face, Kookie, I'm still not ready for a relationship," she shot back.

Kaz Novacek "Never implied you were. Never even asked to be in one." I'm just feeling accomplished, is all, he thought.

"You insinuated it," she responded, "but whatever. Either way."

Kaz Novacek "I may have, I agree. He then closed his eyes and stifled a yawn, "But alas, I should get going to bed. I have class early tomorrow. Or rather, today."

She turned, walking to the door, pausing at the frame to wink over at him, "don't sleep in," she said.

Kaz Novacek "I won't," he offered the faintest of smiles before standing up and heading on the opposite direction.

|-| Run in=

She was sitting under a tree, separated from the crowds of the school, hoping no one would find her, and was flicking through her phone. She'd seen him through the hallways the past few days and though he'd never made eye contact, she could feel his eyes on her. Like poison. But she tried to ignore him.

Kaz Novacek Kaz walked towards the garden outside school to sit on a bench to read a book that they'd left him on English class. Unluckily, he was getting distracted essily by everything around him.

Her eyes got dragged up to eye the male that had been haunting her for the past few months And frowned. She wasn't sure if she's should call out to him. She didn't want to lead him on. Sighing, she raise don't her hand, "Katz!"

Kaz Novacek Kaz's ears perked at the familiar sound and he turned his head around to try and find the source, until he found it and grew a faint smile on his lips, "Le Charlotte."

"La," she corrected him as she watched him, "La Charlotte. I'm female. Not male."

Kaz Novacek He squinted, "Well, I don't speak French, so I won't take that to heart, " he shrugged it off, "Still, Le Charlotte has a better ring to it."

"It's like saying calling you by the pronoun 'she' has a better ring to it," she said, "sure, it might but still."

Kaz Novacek He now officially positioned himself on the bench so he faced her, "Well, let's leave that up to phonetic experts to decide, shall we?"

"Yeah, of course, lets do that, sounds like a good plan," she agreed. "What are you doing out here?" She asked.

Kaz Novacek "Reading 'The Catcher in the Rye' for English class. Don't even know why we have English class when almost no students here are native-english speakers in comparison to where the rest of the students are."

"I read that book. Well, Christie did, she told me what happened and did everything for me," she said with a shrug, "it seemed kind of boring."

Kaz Novacek "I don't like reading that much, so I guess I won't love it, but I'm still too early into the book to really be able to judge."

"Same! I don't like reading. At all. Hurts my eyes."

Kaz Novacek He laughed, "I maybe don't dislike it that much, but yeah, I would very much rather watch Fireball or 'Mean Duchesses'."

"Mean duchesses? I feel like that's a dig. I'm not mean. To most people, anyway."

Kaz Novacek He furrowed his eyebrows, "It is a dig, and you are also mean."

"Not to people I like," she said, "not my fault most people are asses."

Kaz Novacek "Well, that doesn't mean you're entitled to be mean to them. Be the bigger person. They'll thank you later."

"Hm, I could but I never will," she said with a shrug.

Kaz Novacek "Fair enough, at least I did my part to try and convince you to be a better person, " he chuckled.

"I'm already a great person, I don't see why I have to change myself," she said regarding him, "I don't really like changing myself due to other people's opinions."

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