A/N: This story got deleted a couple weeks ago and I had to think of a way to follow the rules for all those um well use your bad word vocabulary. I finally got it fixed the first two chapters are about the same but the third is where everything starts to change. Give your feedback and check out my other stories especially my new TVD fanfic Betwixt:)

Chapter 1: Meet and Greet

Point of View: Tiara Alexandria Green September 6, 2010

I look at myself in the mirror frowning at my knees that looked so… weird. Why couldn't this stuck up school have skirts that went past your knees? I roll my eyes then focus on the black polo with the dumb school logo on the top right. With a sigh, I head into the bathroom and stare at my hair probably the only thing that was good on my body. I'm sure people would beg to differ always telling me how god blessed me in the back and in the front giving me what girls pay for. I leave my hair alone and start to put on my eyeliner and mascara then after some moisturizer I'm grabbing my bag and heading out the door.

I always smile whenever I see my blue Subaru Impreza WRX/STi it was the least my parents could do for practically kicking me out and sending me to another state. I push the old hellhole out of my thoughts and begin my drive to Covington Academy.

This year was going to be a breeze all the classes that they offer for seniors I already took or I'm too advanced for it. All I really have is study halls, concert band, and creative writing since I leave early for work each day. I was excited about band since it isn't your usual type of band class. It is where musicians of all types gather around to work on music together and create bands for some showdown at the end of the year. I'm probably more excited about creative writing it's in my blood I can pop out five thousand words in no time without a second thought. I love making people get addicted to my writing, which is why I post it online for the world to see.

I back into one of the front parking spots then turn off my car. I make sure my socks look perfect with these terrible excuses of black shoes they seem like orthopedic shoes. I grab my bag, throw it over my shoulder, and walk through the black gates that read 'Caritas et Veritas' at the top. Apparently, it means love and truth, which in my opinion is a weird school motto.

I easily blend into the crowd of high-leveled testosterone and stuck up bitches since being invisible is one of my best qualities. I pull out my schedule as I walk down the hall occasionally looking up but not enough when I bump into what feels like a pure wall of steel.

"I am so sorry! I'm such a klutz coordination is not my strongest ability," I babble as I pick up the various books and papers off the floor.

"It's fine it's the first day I doubt anything will go as planned."

I chuckle nervously then practically melt when I look up into piercing blue eyes, "Uh I'm Tiara," I murmur feeling the need to say something as we both stand up.

"I'm Ian… Mr. Somerhalder sorry I'm not used to the whole teacher thing yet," Comes out in what I think is a Louisiana accent from perfect pink lips.

"It's your first year?"

"Yeah and yours I assume from the way you look around as if this is some alternate universe," He smiles a bit and I want to run to a corner and hide before I say something stupid.

"Yeah." I study his perfect features, short copper hair that ghosts over his forehead, long eyelashes, perfect jawline, perfect nose, perfect white teeth, and pure perfection. "Uh good luck maybe I'll be in your class."

He nods smiling again, "Good luck to you too and possibly." I keep staring into his eyes that anyone could easily get lost in. Mr. Somerhalder looks down and gestures to my hands. "I kind of need that."

I look down and realize I'm holding some folder that is obviously not mine, "Sorry," I hand it over quickly then look back down at my hands unable to look at the most gorgeous face I've ever seen.

He bends over slightly to find my eyes again, "Am I that scary?" He says with a hint of amusement.

"No!" I clear my throat and try again in a calmer voice, "No I just.. I'm… You're really… I'm going to go to class nice to meet you Mr. Somerhalder."

I quickly walk around the just about six feet tall Adonis heading towards what I now know is study hall. Of course, on the first day nothing happens but packets being passed out for parents to fill out. Next on the list of my very short day is an hour and a half of band that I'm quite giddy about. I walk in and people are already talking, playing instruments, singing. I sit down in one of the more calm areas of the room and some girl sits next to me.

I turn to face her when I feel her staring at me, "Uh can I help you?"

"I'm Cheynne!"

"Hi."

"You're new here."

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious."

"Sassy I like it."

"Is there a reason behind your babbling?"

"Hmm nah but let's be friends!"

"…I'm good."

"Oh c'mon you look lonely."

"I don't have a problem with lonely." I cross my legs and look down at my hands trying to end this pointless conversation and surprisingly it works.

The rest of the class is filled with showing off our best musical qualities then separated by what we do. We all work together with our group until the end of class then I'm on my way to another study hall. I debate on changing my schedule or trying to get out of even more of the school day. I pull out my laptop and begin to write but somehow my mind makes it back to smoldering blue eyes.

Why are you thinking about that man? You're lucky he even talked to you since all guys practically don't know you exist until it's convenient for them. Don't you dare do it! That's so creepy! Stop!

My subconscious doesn't stop me from Googling that gorgeous man's name he can't look that good and not be on the cover of a magazine. As I thought there's pictures of him modeling but mostly when he was young. I see a shirtless picture then instantly close my laptop not wanting to dwell on things that are out of my reach and very out of my league.

It seems like time is flying by when the bell rings and I make my way to creative writing. I'm one of the first people there and I decide to sit in the front since I'm comfortable with the subject. Some jock looking guy sits next to me but I don't give him another thought as I make it to the last couple of pages of The Great Gatsby.

"I heard that there's a new teacher this year," The random guy says to me.

"Hmm well it's not like I knew the old one."

"You're new?"

"Mhm."

"Nice… play any sports?"

"Not officially but I used to play football with my friends."

"That's a surprise I figured you would-"

"Would paint my nails, spend hundreds at the mall every weekend, and hate football? Well I don't I'm a tomboy and have no problem with it."

He chuckles, "What's your name?"

"Tiara you?" I ask as if I actually care.

"Tyler Hoechlin."

"Well nice to meet you Tyler Hoechlin," I mutter trying to finish reading before class starts.

"Same to you Tiara?"

"Green Tiara Green."

"Have a phone?"

"I'm not stuck in the twentieth century I have a phone."

He actually laughs, "Good give it to me." I hand him my phone from my pocket and seconds later, it returns there.

"Good afternoon everyone I'm Mr. Somerhalder."

I look up slowly and blue eyes from Adonis himself stare back.

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