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only four years older than you. I wasn’t alive in the 80’s.”
    “Oh, right,” I say, realizing how stupid it was to ask him. Most of the time, I feel like Tristan is my own age. But for some reason, right now, he seems a lot older.
    Out of curiosity, I reach up to touch Damon’s hair. He’s so much taller than me that he has to bend down. When he bends down, I’m surprised that his hair stays up. When I touch it, I feel it’s hard as a board.
    Wow. That’s a lot of hairspray.
    I raise an eyebrow, questioning him.
    He shrugs. “One of my bodyguards did it. Apparently he was really into rock music.”
    I giggle again, and wince at the pain in my nose. I’ve really got to stop laughing.
    “So, you punched Katerina,” Damon says to Tristan, frowning at my discomfort.
    “On accident,” I say, defending Tristan.
    Damon doesn’t look convinced.
    “You can punch me if it would make you feel better,” Tristan says.
    “No way,” I say. “If anybody gets to punch you, it’s me.”
    He smiles. “I’d love to see you try.”
    “You think I can’t?” I ask.
    Tristan, with his smug smile, shakes his head. “Maybe you think you could.”
    I put my hands on my hips, getting a little angry with him. “ Excuse me, but if I’m not mistake I did put you on the ground today. I can do it again. ”
    “My Russian isn’t that advanced. Either slow down when you speak or switch to English, please,” he says.
    “I wasn’t aware that I switched languages,” I say, calming down a bit.
    Damon laughs behind me. “You’re kind of hot when you get angry.” Then he looks at Tristan. “She knocked you down?”
    Tristan grins, like he’s actually proud of me for doing it. “Yeah, she did. I still have no idea how she got one over on me.”
    “I didn’t mean to do it,” I say.
    “I think our training sessions are getting too rough,” he says. “I really didn’t mean to punch you.”
    “Maybe you could not punch her next time,” Damon says. “That would be great.”
    “I didn’t mean to,” Tristan says. “She’s getting really good. And I wasn’t paying attention like I should have been. I usually know if she’s going to block the punch or not. And this time, she didn’t.”
    “We should probably get to class,” I tell Damon, who looks like he’s about ready to punch Tristan again.
    “Schools out. It’s two,” he says, looking at the time on his phone. “Maybe we can hang out though.”
    “What did you have in mind?” I ask.
    Damon puts his arm around my shoulders and starts walking away from Tristan and his bodyguards. We both know they’ll follow, but for a moment it’s nice to pretend like we’re normal teenagers.
    “I was thinking we could watch the best movie made in the 80’s,” he says.
    “And what would that be?” I ask.
    “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” he answers, like it should be obvious.
    “I’ve never see it,” I say.
    He stops in his tracks. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
    “I’m not much for American entertainment. I had a friend who was really into this show called Jersey Shore. It made me want to never watch any American TV show or movie ever again,” I say.
    “Ugh that show is awful. I can’t believe they made six season of it,” he says. “But don’t let it scare you off. Aside from reality shows, Hollywood has done some great things.”
    “Whatever you say.”
    I follow him to his dorm room. I’ve never been inside it before, but his room is bigger than mine. And he doesn’t have a roommate.
    So.
    Not.
    Fair.
    But then again, I don’t have six bodyguards either. Just one.
    Tristan says something to the other bodyguard and he, along with four of the guys, leave. The other two stand by the door.
    I look at Damon, feeling a little awkward.
    “Are they going to come with us on our first date?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
    “Unfortunately,” he says. “But trust me, Katerina, we will be having so much fun that you will