I wake up and look at the clock 7:10 am. Time to wake up and go to school. Great. Note the sarcasm.

I quickly jump out of bed and slip out of my pajamas. I walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on. Once the water is heated to the temperature I like I step in. I wash my hair twice with shampoo and conditioner, I want to look good on my first day of school. I scrub my body with my coconut flavored body wash. Once my legs are shaved, my hair is satisfying, and my body smells like coconuts I turn the shower off and wrap a white fluffy towel around my body. And a smaller white fluffy towel around my head to dry my damp hair.

I walk out of the bathroom and shiver, do to the difference in temperature from the bathroom and my bedroom. I pull on the clothes that I had put there last night. Once I am satisfied with my body I move on to my hair. I quickly blow dry it and curl it.

I look at the clock 8:36 am. I have about thirty minutes til I need to be a school. I run down my stairs and call out "Love you mom!" And I run out my front door. Elena, is waiting outside in her boyfriend Damon's car. Since Elena and I both can't drive Damon has to drive us to and from school.

Damon is very... different. He doesn't have many friends- other than Alaric, who happens to be dating Elena's aunt, Jenna. Damon also has a very bad boy time of image. And also the simple fact is he is in collage. But hey, I'm not complaining he is nice to Elena and gives me rides.

"Hey Caroline!" Elena says while hugging me. I haven't seen her in a while, due to the fact that this summer I had to visit my dad and his boyfriend.

"Hey Elena!" I say while hugging her back.

"Hey Blondie." Damon says, acting not interested, but we all know that he cares for me in the friend way.

I roll my eyes, "Hey, Damon."


I start walking to my new locker for the year. It is all the way across the school from where all my classes are. I sigh and quickly shove all of my stuff in my locker and start heading to first block so I won't be late. Unfortunately for me, I still didn't make it in time. In fact I'm five minutes late for class.

I sigh and debate if I should tell the truth or make something up. I guess I will just wing it.

I open the door and start walking into class. I look up at my teacher, and I am in complete awe. He is very young, maybe early twenties. He has blonde hair, and blue eyes with raspberry lips. I blush lightly and look away. He totally noticed me checking him out.

"Well, I assume you are Ms. Forbes, because you are the only one not here on time." He says with a English accent. A totally hot English accent.

I nod my head, slightly embarrassed when Tyler, my ex boyfriend says "Stop checking Mr. Mikaelson out and sit down already." And everyone in the classroom starts laughing. I start heading towards the only empty desk, in the front right corner.

"Well, Caroline. I will let you of the hook this time, it's the first day of school. However see me after class to talk about why you were late for my class." Mr. Mikaelson whispers in my ear. I nod quickly, and my blush grows, he was so close to me.

Mr. Mikaelson turns to the front of the classroom and says, "Welcome to 10th grade U.S. history. We will be learning about: The Revolutionary War, The Civil War, World War 1, World War 2, The Holocaust, and the first five presidents. This class should be easy because of the simple fact that you have already learned about all this. Plus you grew up at the place of a very important Civil War battle, and in one of the most historic states in history, the good old Mystic Falls, Virginia."

The way the words roll f his tongue gives me chills. And the fact that he looks ridiculously hot while he is staring right at me.

The rest of class Mr. Mikaelson talks about classroom rules and the way he grades tests. I am not listening though, I am too busy looking at the way his blue jeans hang perfectly on his hips.

Once the bells rings everybody starts running out of class to enjoy their free period while I slowly start walking to Mr. Mikaelson's desk.

"Um, Mr. Mikaelson, you wanted to see me?" I ask shyly.

"Yes, I was wondering how you managed to be five minutes late on the first day of school." Mr Mikaelson says, smiling at me.

I start blushing and say, "My locker is halfway around the school, down in the 12th grade wing."

"Well, that could be a problem." Mr. Mikaelson says, while rubbing the little scruffs on his face.

I nod my head and say, "Yeah, but there is no trading lockers once you have been assigned to them, I tried to trade mine last year."

Mr. Mikaelson nods his head taking in the information I have told him. He finally says, "Well, I can't have you five minutes late for class everyday."

I nod my head in agreement. "So, what do you want me to do?"

"I guess you could just leave all of your stuff in here. It would also help you make it to your other classes on time." Mr Mikaelson says while smiling lightly.

I nod my head and say, "Okay I will bring it all over after school."

"Well, looks like you are going to be late to your next class if you go to your locker now... so let me write you a pass," Mr. Mikaelson start writing on a sticky note, "you should have enough time to go to your locker and go to the bathroom if you want to."

I nod my head and blush, he is being really nice.

And from the second I walked out of Mr. Mikaelson's room I knew that everything has changed.