If you've already began to read this story, first of all thank you! Secondly, i have made many changes to the first and second chapters to even out the edges and make the story both easier to read and easier to write. So please reread before continuing the story! Thank you!

-Danielle

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD or the characters, but am responsible for this story plot!

Since the age of twelve, Damon Salvatore had been on his own, bouncing from foster home to foster home, his entire livelihood fit in one backpack and his wrap sheet seemed to be a mile long, charges ranging from auto theft to assault, Damon had spent time in a few juvenile detention centers. He was a fighter, it even said so on his file. Five years of fighting, Five years of feelings of rejection, five years worth of loneliness and five years of doing whatever it took to survive had made him hard and somewhat cold, but now, after five long years of anger and wondering, Damon was going to get answers.

He stared vacantly out the window at the swiftly passing scenery in the passenger seat of Ms. Beatrice's', his social worker, black '99 Audi.

She had picked him up just yesterday (from the worst home he'd been in so far, but with a record like his, no one else was willing to take him. His knuckles were still healing, the red marks glared angrily at him, contrasting against his pale skin and his eye was still bruised and sore, reminders of the fight he got into with one of the other foster kids who accused him of stealing money) and they were now driving to his brother's home in Virginia and she was in the middle of a long winded speech, a speech he'd heard many times about new beginnings and making the most of what he has been given and having appreciation and many other things Damon didn't care to hear right now. He sighed heavily and kept his eyes gazed out the window.

"Are you listening to me Damon?" Ms. Beatrice asks, tucking a stray auburn strand of hair behind her ear and chancing a look at the young man beside her.

Damon mumbled something incoherent, causing Ms. Beatrice to sigh.

"I know its been a rough few years now Damon, but i think this will be a good change of pace for you, Stefan has contacted us and has agreed to let you live with him. I know it's difficult, but this will be so good for you. This is exciting."

For the first time since Damon got in the car he looks at Beatrice and anxiously tongues the split in his lip before saying

"My brother bolted as soon as he turned eighteen, leaving me with an abusive alcoholic father who fucking beat the shit out of me whenever the bastard felt like it. Stefan didn't care about me then so why does he care now? Five years later?! Im sorry Ms. Beatrice but this is fucking bullshit." He shouts angrily, slamming his fist against the dashboard, ignoring the pain that buzzed through his bruised hand.

Ms. Beatrice jumps at Damon's sudden outburst of anger. She looks at him worriedly, but doesn't say anything after that, the car ride is silent and the energy from Damon is cold, almost volatile. A few hours pass and as night begins to fall, Beatrice pulls up the driveway, turns the car off and looks over at Damon, who had fallen asleep during the long car ride. She sat silently, watching his chest move with each breath he took. Being with him from the moment he entered the system, Sally Beatrice remembered when Damon was just a scared little boy who missed his mother and now, a handsome, independent young man was before her. A young man who had been through too much in the past five years and she did her best to help him through it. Whether he was getting into legal trouble or having issues with his current home, Ms. Beatrice tried her hardest to help Damon, no matter how many cases were on her desk. He had forged a spot in her heart and it was in that heart that she knew that staying with Stefan and his girlfriend, Katherine was what was best and as Damon's eyes began to flutter open, she couldn't help the smile that formed on her face.

….

Damon stares bleary eyed at the trio of adults conversing on the front patio of a two story house. It was a simple, modest house with a burgundy shutters and sloped porch. He watched as Ms. Beatrice shook hands with the couple and exchanged casualties before she turned to Damon, motioning for him to come over. He sighed heavily before exiting the vehicle, walking up the paved driveway and standing next to Ms. Beatrice, who wraps her arms around his shoulders. Damon looks the couple up and down before grinning at them sarcastically, causing his split lip to crack painfully.

"Wow, Damn its been so long. ive missed you so much buddy." Stefan says, releasing the grip he had on Katherine's hand and takes a step forward with his arms wide making an effort to hug Damon, who takes a step back, furrowing his brow at his older brother.

"Too soon for hugging? Alright, i get it." Stefan says with a nervous chuckle before extending out his hand. "How about a shake instead?" Stefan asks. after a few seconds of Damon just staring at his hand as if it was a foreign object Stefan falters and drops it.

"Alright i guess you don't shake hands either." Stefan says before winding his arm around Katherine's waist and bringing her towards Damon to introduce them.

"Damon, this is my girlfriend Katherine." Stefan says. Katherine smiles politely, tucking a strand of perfectly curled hair behind her ear before saying

"Its a pleasure to finally meet you Damon, i've heard so much about you."

Damon doesn't acknowledge Katherine, he maintains an uninterested tone and drops the backpack he has slung over his shoulder.

"Where should i put my stuff?" he asks

"Oh yes of course, you guys must be exhausted driving all this way from Mystic Falls, please come inside!" Katherine says opening the front door "I'll make some coffee and we can continue this conversation in the livingroom"

"Unfortunately i can't stay" Ms. Beatrice says, handing stefan two large folders.

"This is all the information and paperwork you'll need for Damon, please fax it to me by the end of the month." She finishes before shaking his hand.

"Thank you for this opportunity. I think this will be perfect for Damon." Stefan says.

"Yes, so do i." Ms. Beatrice says with a warm smile before turning to Damon and embracing him, she could see the same fear and anxiousness in his eyes as she did the first time she dropped him off at his first foster home. As she released him from her grasp she asks the thing she asked every time he was starting somewhere new

"You have my card with my numbers and email on it, right?"

he smirks at her. "No, but i dont need it, I have your number memorized." He says pointing to his head.

Putting her hand on his shoulder she says

"This will be great for you Damon."

"If you say so" He replies sardonically.

She smiles at him before giving him another hug and begins the walk to her car, she climbs in, chancing one more look at Damon, she can feel the tears beginning to well up so she quickly waves goodbye one last time before reversing out of the driveway and driving down the dark road.

Damon watches her go and wishes he was still in the passenger seat, the lump in his throat made it hard for him to swallow and the anxiousness he was hiding made it hard for him to think. He didnt want to be here, he rather be in that cell in juvey then spend one single day here.

"SO!" Katherine exclaims interrupting his thoughts. "Would you like to see your room?"

…...

The next morning, after a short, awkward car ride with Stefan, Damon was in the main office of the high school he would be attending, waiting to receive his class schedule. He couldn't help but notice the way the older woman at the front desk continued to send pointed glares his way. He winked at her and blew her a kiss, causing her cheeks to flush and for her to look away offendedly, which of course made Damon smirk.

Damon knew he was a sight to see. A busted lip, bruised knuckles and a black eye but his harsh appearance did not falter how good looking he was. Damon never had trouble attracting girls. Since his move from his father's place in the city, he had spent his fair share of time in small towns, and from his experience, there's nothing small town broads loved more then a troubled bad boy from the city. They almost honed in on him and licked up his bad behavior and problems like catnip. But Damon always remained passive, whether those girls wanted to fix him up into their ideal boyfriend or just needed to be pounded into a mattress, Damon never chased them. He was the epitome of what their mother's warned them about, and nothing got their panties wetter. Damon smirked at that thought, It was definitely going to be shitty, having to live with Stefan and his girlfriend, but at least he was going to be getting a lot of pussy, these girls wont know what hit them.

Not long after a short, pudgy man came out from one of the back offices and extended his hand out for Damon to shake.

"Welcome to Sierra Vista High, I'm Mr. Marco, the principal here. Ive had a lengthy discussion with your social worker and brother, Damon, and i must say, were all excited to have you here."

On the contrary, Damon could hear the lack of excitement in Mr. Marco's voice. With Damon's record of insubordination, reckless behavior, destruction of property and general lack of respect for authority, there was no way any principal would be excited to enroll him.

"Lucky for you the school year has just started up again last week so you haven't missed much." Mr. Marco continued,Handing Damon a manila folder.

"In there you'll find your schedule, a map of the school, a list of all our school rules and guidelines and another list of sports, teams and clubs you may be willing to join. Good luck on your first day Mr. Salvatore, and if you have any questions, Myself or Ms. Lynne here will be able to help you." Mr. Marco finished, gesturing to the women who sat behind the front desk before walking back down from the hallway he came from.

Damon opened up the folder in his hands and quickly scanned over the papers, and as he made his way out of the office and into the hallways, he couldn't help the nervousness he felt in the pit of his stomach.

…

Bonnie Bennett found it extremely hard to concentrate on the lesson on the whiteboard and the monotonous lecture being given by her anatomy teacher while one of her best friends, Caroline Forbes, gossiped in the desk next to her. Bonnie loved Caroline, but being a senior came with alot of pressure, not only with the school work assigned, but also with her fulltime job, maintaining a social life and college preparations, Bonnie was starting to feel the stress already and the school year had just begun. She still wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to do with her life, she was unsure of herself to say the least. Bonnie was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that both Caroline and Mrs. Aeon had both stopped talking. She turns to Caroline first, confused that Caroline wasn't even looking at her anymore, she was staring straight ahead with an awestruck expression. Caroline bit her bottom lip before whispering to herself

"He's perfect."

Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows before following Caroline's gaze and her mossy green eyes landed on a boy she had never seen before. He was tall, his complexion was pale and his arms were toned and muscular, she bit her lip as her eyes bounced all over his frame before landing on his face and thats when she noticed that his electric blue eyes were looking right into hers. Even with a bruised face he was still beautiful. His facial structure was so sharp, almost god like and Bonnie felt a flutter in the bottom of her stomach when he smirked at her.

Mrs. Aeon was rattling off things to him but Damon wasn't listening, he was completely transfixed.

"Damon!" Mrs. Aeon practically shouts, drawing his attention back to her.

"You're late, i hope this doesn't become a habit." Mrs. Aeon says in a chastising tone. "Please find an empty seat quickly so i may continue my class." she says, handing him his manila folder after scanning through it.

"Yes ma'am." Damon says with a tilt of his head before making his way to the only empty desk in the back of the classroom, setting his folder and binder on the desk and tucking his backpack under the chair.

Bonnie could feel Damon's eyes boring into the back of her head, but that didn't stop Caroline from chancing a look back at him, to which he nodded his head at her in acknowledgment before returning his attention back to Bonnie.

"Okay Bonnie, He's cute as hell and he could barely take his eyes off of you as soon as he came in! " Caroline whispers excitedly.

" I know right? he's freaking me out!" Bonnie whispers back, chancing a look back at Damon who smirks at her in return, Bonnie turns her head back around swiftly making Caroline laugh.

"Maybe my little Bon Bon will finally lose her virginity this year?" Caroline says with a wink and a nudge.

Bonnie makes a face and slaps Caroline on the shoulder and stares straight ahead, attempting to ignore Both Damon's stares and Caroline's giggling and focus on the lesson.

As the monotonous voice of Mrs. Aeon floods the classroom, Damon can slowly feel the tightness of nervousness loosen in the pit of his stomach and turn into excitement. He watches the caramel girl in front of his being teased by the beautiful blonde next to her, he can't help but smirk a little, and he can't help but agree with Mrs. Beatrice for the moment, that maybe, this place could be perfect for him.