Banish Me

Different Languages

A/N: Ok, so I would just like to say, thanks for reading. It means a lot to me. I'm sure all of you have read that on this site before but I mean it. I'm not saying the other authors didn't but you can bet your pay check that I do. Anyways, I just wanted to mention that I don't know Russian. The only forgein language I even remotely know is French and even that isn't extensive. The Russain I do have in this story and it's sequel (yes, there is a sequel) comes from google translate. It may be wrong, if it is, I'm sorry. Blame them, not me. If anyone wishes to go check it out for me, by all means, I'll send you what they're supposed to say and you can give me the proper translation. Oh and this chapter is dedicated to a good friend of mine. He was gracious enough to follow me over from Miss Literati and I give him a thousand thanks for doing it. 

Enjoy! 

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Gwen tried to get me to go out on the field but I decided not to. Peter would be just fine without me sitting on the sidelines. I’d had enough American football to last me a lifetime so I headed back to my room. I called my father when I was halfway there. I’d scanned the bleachers for him but I didn’t see him, or Steven, anywhere.

The phone rang twice and then shot me straight to voicemail.

“Hey Dad. It’s me…I’m going back to my room in case you were wondering. I couldn’t find you so…I hope you won’t be too mad. I don’t even know if you’re still here or not…so…yeah. Call me back if you want.”

I ended the call and started for the staircase at the back of the building.

“Where are you going?”

I stopped on the bottom stair and looked back. Darken strolled out of the dark and smiled.

“I’m going to my room. Where are you going?”

“I’m following you.”

“That’s creepy.” I folded my arms over my chest. “You know that right?”

“Oh I’m aware.” He mounted the stairs. “Shall we?”

“Where’s your hot date?” I followed after him.

“I told her I was going to get something to eat and I’d be back.” He unlocked the door. “I just neglected to tell her when I’d be back.”

I snorted and walked through the door he was holding open. “Are you going to avoid her forever?”

“Нет.”

“You do realize I don’t speak Russian.”

He grinned and leaned against the wall next to my door.

“Well that’s good to know. That means I can say… Мой брат любит Вас. And you have no idea what I’m saying.” I unlocked my door and turned to look at him.

“Just as long as you’re not talking dirty, I don’t care.”

He shook his head and looked at his feet. “Я хочу Вас, потому что мой брат хочет Вас. Вы очень красивы, и я не думал, что я хотел бы Вас это очень. Но я делаю. Это расстраивает меня много.”

“Yeah. Now I’m sure you’re doing that just to annoy me.”

“Shall we?” He motioned towards my room. “I’m sure you have other things planned this evening.”

“Yeah because my social agenda is booked.”

“You’ve adapted to American sarcasm better than I have.”