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.

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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.

Timeskip? We need to bring back Kaz lmaoi