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Hello, my lovely readers. The first back story/short story about the gang from M F high is dedicated to TrentonTess. On with the show

Chapter 1: I Don't Like You, at All

"Give me an M!" Hayley Marshall shouted as she stood in the middle of a coffee table. Music pounded through the room while students danced and sang songs they thought they'd love forever; but would forget them by next year. Other students were gathered around the table, cheering Hayley on, and trying to look up her skirt.

"M!" Anna shouted, shaking a cup full-of-something which looked like fruit punch and smelled like alcohol.

"Give me a Y!" Hayley shouted, pointing at Liv, who shook her blonde curls as she talked to an upper classman, and did not seem to notice Hayley.

Vikki kicked Liv in the calf—from her seat on the couch. Liv jumped, and cried out, rubbing her calf. "What the hell, Vik!" the blonde shouted at their captain.

"Give her a Y!" Vikki shouted at Liv, pointing at Hayley, who stood atop the table, an eyebrow arched. "If you want on the squad next year!" the older girl snapped, giving Liv a long look before falling back into Damon Salvatore's arms.

"Y!" Liv shouted, raising her arm, fist balled, a forced smile on her lips.

Hayley nodded. "Give me a –" she stopped mid-cheer when Elijah Mikaelson walked in the door, his arm thrown over the shoulders of Katherine Pierce. She inhaled sharply and then her smile returned. "Give me an S!" she called out with a huge smile.

"S!" Damon cried in a high, falsetto tone that made Hayley roll her eyes.

"Give me your bra!" Stefan Salvatore cried, climbing on the table, and trying to stick his hands under her top as Hayley tried to stop him.

"Cut it out, Stefan!" Hayley shouted, when Tom Salvatore—one of the other Salvatore triplets—entered the room. He stomped over to Stefan and jerked him off the table. Stefan tried to get away but Tom was stronger and Stefan gave up fighting.

"This party sucks," Katherine said as she and Elijah came closer to the rest of the crowd.

"Need a pick-me up?" a redheaded girl asked and Katherine grinned.

"Thanks, Sage, you always have my back," Katherine said.

Elijah grabbed Katherine by the arm. "Kat," he said quietly.

Katherine smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be back, soon. Enjoy the party without me, baby," she whispered to him.

Katherine was a year younger than Hayley, but she acted like she was older. Maybe because she was dating Elijah, who was three years older than Kat. Hayley thought it was only three. But Elijah looked so young that she didn't know how old he was. She knew he was in his junior year; so he had to be sixteen. Right?

What Hayley did know about Elijah was that he was quiet. Shy, almost. He kept to himself—most of the time—except when he was with Kat. Hayley had seen him, with a book in hand, when she was trying-out for the high school cheerleading squad that summer. He had been sitting in the bleachers. She supposed it was because it was quiet down there, and there were not too many people to bug him.

Hayley blushed when Elijah looked her way, but he didn't even seem to see her. He walked over to his brother, Klaus, who stood beside his little geeky, friend, Caroline Forbes. Caroline had hit a growth spurt last year and had to buy a bigger shirt—to cover up her boobs—now that boys like Stefan had begun to tease her. Why would you want to hide your hotness? It was stupid. Really.

"Get you a drink?" one of the jocks, Jesse-something asked Hayley.

"Sure," Hayley said with a smile.

Bonnie Bennett gave her the evil eye but Hayley tossed her hair over her shoulder and glared back. If Bonnie didn't want her boyfriend to flirt with other girls; she shouldn't take her eyes off him. Bonnie walked into the kitchen and Hayley let out a snort; turning to Anna. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Anna said with a shake of her head.

"Obviously," Hayley sighed and decided to go check on her makeup. She headed up the stairs. On her way past the bedrooms, she heard the typical moaning that came with most parties in their dreary, little town.

Hayley walked into one of the bathrooms and locked the door behind her. "Hey!" a voice called from inside the shower. She jumped, turning to find Elena Gilbert and Silas Salvatore, in the tub, with a bottle of red wine. "Want some?" Elena asked, extending the bottle to Hayley.

"Thanks," Hayley reached for it when Elena pulled the bottle back to her chest with a pout.

"No drinks for the Pom Poms," Elena said and then let out a loud giggle. She looked at Silas, who let out a loud giggle of his own. "Go away, Pom Pom!" she cried at Hayley.

Glaring at the two drunken friends, Hayley unlocked the door and yanked it open. She stopped when she saw Elijah. He stood in the doorway of a bedroom. His fingers were wrapped around the doorframe and his face had gone white. Then he walked away. Hayley hurried down the hall. She looked inside the room, to see Katherine in bed with her friends, Jules and Brady. "Stop gawking and close the door, or come in here," Katherine snapped at Hayley who slammed the door shut.

Hayley ran to the stairs and saw Elijah as he left the house. She pushed past her fellow students and kids who she would be in classes with at the beginning of the new school year. "Hey, Hayley," someone called to her. She ignored them as she opened the door and ran into the dark night.

People stood just outside the front door, talking, making out, laughing, dancing and drinking. Hayley stood on tip-toe, until she spotted Elijah's dark hair. Taking off, she ran after him. "Elijah," she called breathlessly, stopping at the end of the block. A cramp had begun to form in her left leg, a stitch made her side hurt like hell, her breathing came out in short gasps. "Elijah," she called again.

Elijah paused, turned around and looked at her, his eyebrows went up. "Yeah?" he called back to her.

"Wait!" Hayley called to him, out-of-breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Elijah watched her for a moment and then he came back down the sidewalk. Stopping, just in front of her, he looked down at her and she felt his dark gaze penetrating her. "What do you want?" he snapped at her.

Hayley looked back up at him. She felt small as his eyes bored into her. Yes, he stood six or seven inches taller than she did—but it was the way that he was looking at her that made her feel like she was tiny. He leaned closer to her and she took an involuntary step back. She could feel his anger and his pain. It radiated off of him.

"What do you want?" Elijah demanded between clenched teeth. "Tell me, little girl, what do you want from me?" he questioned her.

Hayley felt her lower lip quiver. "Nothing," she whimpered.

"What?" Elijah yelled, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her.

Letting out a gasp, Hayley stepped on his foot, hard. "I don't want anything. Let go of me!" she shouted, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I don't know you!" Elijah snarled at her. "Why did you follow me?"

Shaking all over, Hayley twisted in his grip. "Please. Let me go!" she cried, eyes on the top of her strappy heels.

"You're just a little girl," Elijah told her. "You're my sister's age?" he muttered like he was talking to himself. "You shouldn't follow people from parties. You don't know me. You don't know what I would do to you."

"Let me go," Hayley whimpered again. "Please."

"Don't follow me, again," Elijah warned her, pushing her away from him with a disgusted look. "Get lost, kid."

Hayley ran from Elijah. She swore to herself that she would never, ever allow him to touch her again.

One Year Later:

"Is that the best you can do?" Vikki shouted at Hayley, who felt like her legs would give out at any second. "Again!" she shouted.

Hayley groaned. Her back arched as she forced a smile. One hand going up in the air—like she was a gymnast—about to perform for the Olympic community. Turning sideways—keeping her heels pressed together—she placed both hands above her head in a perfect line before taking a running start. Using her momentum, she flew through the air, into a perfect set of forward flips, ending in a somersault, and a splits. She turned her upper body sideways to offer Vikki a huge smile.

Vikki stood on the sidelines with Liv, Anna, and the other girls. Vikki nodded with a smirk. "Good. But I expect perfection. My team has always gone to nationals. Go again, Marshall."

Hayley inhaled and forced her shaky legs back up. She spotted Elijah. He laid under the bleachers, writing something—probably something obscene with his knife—the one he carried in his boot. He stopped, catching her watching him, and stared back. His lack of expression made her shiver.

Elijah had changed. He used to wear dark clothes but now he wore nothing but black and his eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner. She'd heard he beat up a freshman—the first week of classes—who mentioned Kat to Elijah's face. The freshman transferred and Elijah had been suspended for a month. He did not seem to care.

Now, Elijah rested on his elbows, his eyes on Hayley and she felt naked. She wished she'd worn something more than her black short-shorts and the pink tank, with the barely-there straps that was cut low enough to show cleavage which was still growing.

Sucking in a deep breath, Hayley attacked the next handspring with all her concentration. "Better. Again!" Vikki shouted. Hayley looked back at Elijah who was still watching her. She'd show him what real anger looked like and she was not scared anymore.

Attacking the exercise again, Hayley let out a shout of triumph as she sailed through the air, and fell down, hard, her legs actually burning. Her hands protesting when she hit the ground. Instead of looking to Vikki, for approval, she looked at Elijah, who finally smirked at her as she panted.

"Again!" Vikki shouted.

Hayley got to her feet, gritted her teeth, and strode to her spot. She took her position and then gave the next try her all. As she flew in the dismount, she let out a sudden cry of shock—when she realized that her leg would not straighten out completely and she fell down on her ankle. "Shit!" she screamed, holding her ankle.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she rolled onto her side and her right eye peered at the grass beneath her and the other connected with Elijah who did not move. He seemed to be frozen in place as the girls gathered around her.

"Come here," Vikki called to her and Hayley wrapped her arm around Vikki's shoulders. Liv and Vikki carried her into the school.

An hour later, Hayley inhaled as she made her way down the hall. She really wished she hadn't told the girls she'd be fine. She'd just twisted her ankle. She'd had worse injuries during junior high practice; so she thought she'd be fine.

Hayley puffed out air as she headed towards the girl's locker room. "Need help?" Elijah's voice came from down the hall and Hayley spotted him. He leaned against the wall, a smirk on his face.

"No," Hayley snapped, biting down a cry of pain as she made her way toward the bathroom. "I don't need anything from you."

Elijah let out a harsh laugh. "Come on, Marshall," he called in imitation of Vikki's voice. "Do it for the team."

"Screw. You. Elijah!" Hayley bit out before she pushed herself one step closer to the locker room.

Elijah let out another laugh. "I didn't know you were so feisty," he told her. She forced herself to not shrink back when he crossed the hallway and came to stand over her. "You're making me have bad thoughts, Hayley," he told her, pressing closer to her.

Pressing her body against the wall behind her; Hayley glared up at Elijah. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" she snapped at him.

Elijah let out a dark chuckle. "No. Are you offering?" he asked her, reaching down and tugging at her tank top strap.

"I've got a rep to protect, and screwing the school's resident psychopath isn't going to get me anywhere. Now, get the hell out of my way!" Hayley tried to shove past Elijah. He took a step back and she fell into him.

Again, he laughed at her, and it was really beginning to piss her off. "You think I'd want you?" Elijah demanded, grabbing her ponytail and forced her to look him in the eye. "You're so dull-witted and arrogant that you think I want a brainless, social-climbing, little bitch, like you?"

Hayley snapped and spit in his face. For a moment, Elijah actually looked shocked and Hayley smiled. "How do you like a taste of your spite?" she asked him.

His hand moved so quickly she did not have time to blink when he wrapped it around her shoulder and pushed her back into the wall. Her breathing became erratic as his body pinned hers to wall. He pressed his nose to her neck and inhaled and she trembled. "I could do anything to you right now," he told her.

"I'm not afraid of you. I know that's what you want, but I'm not," Hayley replied.

Elijah drew back, his dark eyes penetrated her, again, and she inhaled sharply. "You need a shower," he told her and then he let her go.

Hayley gasped when Elijah stepped back and walked away. She inhaled and exhaled quickly, trying to gain control of her racing heart and hormones. "Hayley?" Anna called as she came jogging back down the hall. "I totally forgot my jacket in my locker. Did you need help to the showers?"

Nodding, Hayley looked to the end of the hallway and half-expected to see Elijah there, but he wasn't. "Yeah. Thanks." The two girls took their time to get up to the showers and Hayley tried to get rid of images of Elijah Mikaelson.

MF High

"Elijah Mikaelson is a total psycho!" Vikki told them, painting her nails as she laid on Hayley's bed.

"Yeah. He is," Liv agreed. "He wrote that Hales is a slut, who put out to, like, the entire football team, under the bleachers," she told the group.

"His brother, Klaus is hot," Anna said as she offered Hayley a bowl of popcorn.

Vikki grinned. "Damon is the hottest guy on campus but there are some really hot guys at Whitmore. You guys need to come with. This Saturday. I have a friend, who has a friend, who scored me some fake IDs. It's time that Hales loses her V-card. No virgins on the squad this year. Just don't get preggers. Seriously! I don't want any fatties on the team." She gave Anna, who had just picked up a handful of popcorn, a pointed look "We need to be some hot bitches."

Saturday came and Hayley felt a pit in her stomach growing. "Are you dressed?" Vikki snapped through the door. Hayley looked at the ridiculously short black dress that fell just below her panties and rolled her eyes. She wore too much makeup, thanks to Vikki. Red, red lipstick, black eyeliner, in thick strokes, and blush that made her looked flushed.

"Coming!" Hayley called back. She refused to blot the makeup so that Vik did not bitch at her. "You can do this," she told herself. All she had to do was pick up a hot guy, hook up, and everything would be fine. She could do this. She would do this. Otherwise, she would be off the team. She just wished that she wasn't the only virgin. Why did Anna and Liv already have to have done it? It sucked.

Hayley opened the door and Vikki looked her over. "You look hot, Hales. Let's go!" Vikki cheered and they left.

Hayley rode in the back of Vikki's car, with Anna in the front. Anna was her only real competition for head cheerleader—two years from then—and Hayley would do anything to be the alpha. Or so she thought.

They rode up to Whitmore and Vikki led the way across the lawn. A boy came out of the crowd and kissed her on the lips. "Vikki Donavon. Looking beautiful, as always. And you brought us sacrifices, to the altar, this year," the college boy said, eying them.

"Shut up, Tristan," Vikki cried with a laugh. "You're going to have to be careful with Hayley. She's our newcomer. Say 'Hi,' Hayley!"

"Hi," Hayley said, waving at the guy who grinned back at her.

They walked into the frat house and Hayley felt her stomach sink. A cup was shoved into her hand and she took a sip before choking. Ugh, she thought, trying not to spit it back out.

"Tastes good," another boy said.

"Excuse me," Hayley said. She brushed past the guy who gave her the drink and then went in search of her friends. Anna and Liv were staying together while Vikki went upstairs with Tristan.

Hayley felt alone and insecure. "You want to dance?" another guy asked her.

"No, thanks," she told him.

"Come on. I won't bite," the guy said.

"I said 'No,'" Hayley snapped. The guy took her arm, trying to pull her to the dance floor which was just part of the living room, filled with couples groping each other while swaying to the beat.

"She said 'No,'" Elijah's voice came out of the crowd and Hayley watched him grab the guy's arm and twist it behind his back. "Would you like it better if I said it?" he inquired.

"No, man, she's all yours," the frat brother said.

Elijah took Hayley by the arm and dragged her out of the house. "You can thank Niklaus for talking me into going out for 'Fresh air,' tonight. What were you doing here?" he snapped at her while he shoved her into the passenger seat of whoever's car he was driving.

"Vikki made me come. I have to tell them I'm leaving," Hayley said, moving to open the car door when Elijah leaned over her and locked it.

"They can call you. Tomorrow," Elijah said, revving then engine and bumping a car on his way out.

They sat in silence, the entire way back to Mystic Falls. By the time they got back, it was three in the morning. "I can't go home. My parents think I'm staying the night at Anna's," Hayley told Elijah as he drove through town. Elijah grunted in response. He drove to the high school. "What are we doing here?" Hayley asked him.

"Can't get enough of the place," Elijah told her, grabbing a blanket from the backseat and taking off. Hayley got out of the car and followed him.

"What are you doing?" she demanded as they walked over to the bleachers. He climbed under them, without replying, laying the blanket down and laid on his back. "Elijah?"

"Are you coming, or did you want to sleep in the car?" Elijah asked, eying her.

Hayley snorted and then climbed under the bleachers, settling down beside him. She looked up at the stars. "It's a nice view."

Pausing, Hayley refused to look at Elijah as she opened her mouth to speak. "Thank you. For saving me. At the party." She avoided eye contact for another thirty seconds before she looked at Elijah.

Elijah smirked at her. "Yes. I'm a knight in shining armor." Propping himself up on his elbow, he examined her. "What were you doing there?"

Sucking in a deep breath, Hayley looked at the bleachers. "Well, Vikki said I had to lose my V-card…" Laughter erupted from Elijah. Her eyes flicked to him, seeing that he had fallen on his back and was shaking, she felt annoyed. "It's not funny."

"You're right. It's not." Elijah's smile did not echo his words. "You should have sex with a boy who cares about you." She stared at him for a long moment before he glanced at her and scoffed. "Not me."

"Okay," Hayley replied, not meaning it. Carefully, she moved to him, pressing her face into his chest. "Good night, Elijah."

"Night, Hayley," Elijah mumbled.

Smirking, Hayley enjoyed the feeling of the bad boy's heart, pumping, steadily, underneath her palm. Her reputation would be in ruins if anyone ever found out, but she didn't care at that moment.

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