Story inspired by the Anarbor song : 18

So if you wanna piss off your parents date me to scare them show them you're all grown long hair and tattoos are what attract you baby then you're in luck,

and I know it's just a phase you're not in love with me you wanna piss off your parents, baby, piss off your parents, that's alright with me

Chapter 1: Rebel Child

Caroline shook out her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her blonde locks fell in waves around her face and stopped just before her shoulders. Before a few weeks ago her hair had been much longer, to just past her rib cage. In a fit of frustration she had chopped off several inches herself in the middle of the night. Her mother had gone ballistic the next morning when she saw her daughter's hair, shoving forty dollars into Caroline's hand and demanding she went down to the hairdresser to get her hair evened out. In her new fashion Caroline had pocketed the money, and chopped off more of the hair herself, using the bathroom mirror as a guide.

To any outsider, it would appear that Caroline Forbes had lost her mind in the summer before her senior year of high school. The once rule abiding, clean cut, miss mystic falls, was morphing into a moody, unpredictable teenager. The first fews weeks of summer had passed like any other. She'd worked part time as a lifeguard at the community pool, attended several miss mystic required events, and kept up with housework as her mother worked her long hours, and her father was off on one of his many business trips. The following school year would have been just like any other as well.. If she hadn't found out. She'd have started senior year with all her friends. Excitedly taken up her role as cheer team captain, coordinated with all the new Miss Mystic falls contestants, applying to the appropriate colleges and answering every request her parents asked of her with " okay daddy" or "of course mom." But now she knew the truth about her parents, and all of that was out the window. She'd kept her pool job, but blown off all of her Miss Mystic duties, started talking back to her parents, and sneaking out of her room in the middle of the night. Just to see if she'd get caught.

She appraised her appearance in the mirror, unaccustomed to her new appearance. Yes her hair was shorter, and her skin was darker from the tan she had gotten from long hours working at the lifeguard chair, but that wasn't the only difference. The nose piercing she'd so desperately wanted in the 8th grade until her mother had refused. That happened. She'd grown her nails out and painted them a bright colour, the way her father found to obnoxious. The sun dresses and cardigans she'd have usually turned to on the first day of school had been pushed to the back her closet.

Caroline smoothed her hands over the frayed ends of her denim shorts and tugged self consciously on the grey slightly cropped tank top she wore. It wasn't a scandalous outfit by any means, but she knew that her father's conservative tastes would never approve. On that thought Caroline let out a snort of laughter to herself, knowing now that her father wasn't so left winged in every aspect of his life. She grabbed her book bag from her desk chair as she exited her room, and walked confidently towards the kitchen. Her father bill was sitting at the kitchen island, flipping through a few work documents between glances at his computer. She knew her mother was already at work and wouldn't be home until close to dinner. Caroline walked over to the fridge and pulled it open, scanning the contents and not acknowledging her father's presence.

"Morning Carebear" Bill greeted, not looking away from his work. Caroline didn't respond, pulling a bottle of juice out of scanning the label. Not hearing his daughter responds, Bill glanced up and felt his face flush in anger as he noticed his daughter apparel. Bill swallowed the gulp of coffee he had taken and nearly spat on the floor, and tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke to his daughter.

" Are you wearing that to school?" Although her father's voice was calm, Caroline could hear the strain in his words and how hard he was trying not to shout. Caroline smiled to herself as she pulled the juice from the fridge and closed the door, not responding to her father's question. She walked away from where her father was sitting and towards the front door.

" Caroline?" her father called after her as she kept walking. Her hand was on the front door, twisting the knob as her father's voice grew less calm and more hostile. By the time Caroline had opened the front door and made it to the front steps, her father was in the midst of a full blown freak out. The sound of his shouting was muffled as she shut the front door and made her way down the short walk to where her friends, Katherine and Elena Gilbert were idling in a crossover SUV. Her father was hot on her tail, pulling open the front door and shouting after her as she continued towards the car, pulling her over sized sunglasses down over her eyes, and pulling open the back door to the car open, and climbing in.

" Um i think he wants to talk to you" Elena said nervously watching as Caroline's father stood on the front porch of the home, his face red from shouting.

" Just drive." Caroline asked, leaning back in her seat and taking a long drink of the juice in her hand.

….

By the time they arrived at school Caroline's phone had exploded with several texts, 5 missed calls, and 3 voice mails from her father. Caroline shoved the phone into her shorts pocket, knowing that by the time her father made it into the office at 9 am she wouldn't have to worry about hearing from him for another several hours.

Caroline was leaning against a bank of lockers, as Elena and Bonnie both collected their things for class. Katherine had long since sauntered away, in pursuit of bothering Mason lockwood.

" I can't believe you quit the team" Elena exclaimed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Caroline had dropped that bomb on her friend only a few weeks prior and Elena still wasn't over it. Partially due to the fact that Elena found out when Caroline didn't show up for the bus for cheer camp.

" You do remember that you were the one to convince me to join the teen in the 9th grade right? That was you, telling me about how fun and fulfilling it would be, and now you're quitting. In our final year on the team. I mean you're supposed to be captain for christ sakes!" Caroline rolled her eyes and hugged her books to her chest. Bonnie nodded along with her friends words before adding in her own two cents.

"And now you've left Elena and I to battle it out for captain, even though in reality neither of us are good enough dancers actually come up with half decent routines. So you've basically sunk the whole team" Bonnie joked, looking over at her friend and grinning. Caroline fought the urge to roll her eyes again.

"Rebekah's a good dancer. She'll help you." Caroline said referring to one of the junior dancers on the team.

Her friends continued to babble on, but Caroline had all but stopped listening. Her thoughts were drifting away from the present situation and towards the uncertainty of her life. Sometimes she thought she was being dramatic, but as her mind floated towards all the lies her parents had been feeding her, she knew her actions were justified. She was done being the perfect daughter. The perfect student. The good girl. She'd joined the cheer team because her parents had encouraged it. She'd run for Miss Mystic because her Grandmother and all her aunts had reigned during high school. She ran committees, and volunteered at events, all at her parents suggestions. But she was done with that. She was ready to do whatever she wanted to do. All Caroline had to do was figure out what that was.

She was snapped out of her haze, and Elena leaned in closer to her and spoke.

" I see Mikaelson hasn't lost his flame for you." Elena quip, nodding her head towards the end of the hallway.

Caroline turned her head to look down the hallway, and sure enough, Klaus Mikaelson was heading in their direction. He'd seemingly had a crush on her since his family had moved to Mystic Falls in the 10th grade. He'd watch her as she walked by in the hallways, and flirt in his sarcastic and cunning ways if they were in the same class. The few times she'd gone to his house to pick up his sister Rebekah for a cheer practice or for a ride to a competition he had always been the one to answer the door, that is until he moved into his own place before the end of last year.

Caroline had never returned any of his advances, mostly because up until that summer she had been dating Tyler Lockwood, but also because he was exactly the kind of boy her parent would warn her to stay away from. Klaus would be more of what her parents would classify as a "bad boy". He didn't live with his parents, he never attended town events, and he didn't seem to care much about school. Caroline wasn't even sure if he really liked her, or if he just got a kick out of messing with her head and all those around her. Either way, Caroline had always felt flattered but slightly uncomfortable with the attention.

But today as Klaus walked by her Caroline met his gaze and allowed their eyes to lock as he walked past her. His mouth spread into a lopsided closed mouth grin as her eyes stayed on his until it became necessary for him to turn his head to continue walking. Caroline looked down at her feet, after he had past and smiled at her shoes. She suddenly felt very aware that it didn't matter what she did anymore. She had no one she wanted to please or impress. She could stare in the hallway at anyone she wanted.

…..

The rest of the day passed without much incident. Although almost every member of the cheer team approached her to inquire if the rumours that she was leaving the team were true. Caroline did a lot of smiling and nodding, and pretending to be sympathetic to the girls sadness to her departure. Before this day caroline hadn't realised just how little she cared about cheer until she had to listen to everyone complaints. Any love she had had for the sport had clearly melted away long ago.

She'd had to sit through a near 20 minute lecture from football couch tanner, about letting down the team and abandoning her responsibilities. The near whole time he was talking at her she was busy picking at her nails under her desk.

…

" So practice will probably run long today." Elena stated, as she, Bonnie, Caroline and Katherine walked towards the girls locker room in the gym.

"Seeing as we have to figure out a new captain, and routine and" Caroline once again stopped listening and began to think about how exactly she'd be getting home. She didn't want to wait around the school for a few hours for her friends to be done cheer practice. She could walk home but it was almost 10 miles. There was always the bus?

Caroline shook her head to clear her thoughts. She bid goodbye to her friends and pushed open the nearby gym doors to the outside. She stepped out into the student parking lot and began to weave her ways through the cars towards the city bus stop on the other end of the lot. She arrived at the bus shelter and began to dig through her book bag for coins while examining the bus schedule tacked up there.

There was a roar of an engine from somewhere near the back of the lot and as Caroline turned around she way a sleek black motorcycle came speeding through the student lot. The bike came to a stop a few feet infront of her, the stretch of grass that separated the student lot and the bus shelter from each other between them. The bikes moter cut and went quiet, as the rider rested his feet on the ground and removed his helmet.

" Need a ride?" Klaus Mikaelson asked, watching Caroline with a smirk on his face, his voice cool and confident.

Well this was a total cliche. The bad boy with the motorcycle asking her if she wanted a ride home. This was straight out of the pages of a bad teen romance novel, but in that moment she didn't care.

If her parents saw her on a motorcycle they'd likely have a heart attack, and with any luck, they'd be home when she pulled up.