AN: I'd like to use this as a time to say a big thank you to nymphadora_tonksxx08, If I'd never had joined that Role-play, I'd never have gotten the inspiration to write this story, Thank you for the help, as well as for being a cheerleader to me.
I hope you will enjoy helping me with this story, as I know it will be big.
Side note: the story will be in two POV's that means C1, is Daphne, C2, Stefan, C3, Daphne, sometimes both POVs in one chapter, but I'll make it perfectly clean who's pov you're reading from.
Mucho Amor
Emy

Chapter one
 Free love

The first day, sophomore year, this year I was going to stop being the clumsy Daphne Matthews, I was going to be something more than the loner girl.

It was hard enough knowing that whenever I tried to be a better person; it would never really work out. Was it just better for me to be a loner?

Not many people knew, well some knew but didn't want to know. I could see things, things that normal people shouldn't be able to see. I would know when the phone rings, minutes before it rung, even knowing who was on the other end of the call. Sometimes I'd see event, most of all I had a sense when people were going to die, even my own death, but I won't go into that right now.

I was sitting in front on my vanity mirror, combing my long red hair, most people envied how long my hair was, it waved slightly, not enough for it to be curly. Placing my comb down before taking a deep breath, focused my eyes on my face, every thing about me, I didn't understand, my father's blue eyes looking back to me as I kept perfectly still. I kept looking into my eye, "I will be better," I lightly spoke; speaking to myself as if I was another person.

It didn't talk long before I was too my feet, this was going to be different, I quickly looked over my outfit, simple pleated skirt brushing against my knees, the creamy orange going perfectly well with my ivory white button down blouse. My eyes now searching around my room, I could see my one plimsoll, I put it on, but glancing around the room, "Damn," I started to hop around in search for the other one. This would always happen to me. "Mom, have you seen my other white plimsoll?" I called from my room, I'd always lose everything, even if I had the curse of seeing the future, I never could see where I'd lose things.

"Daphne," Gina my mother walked into my bedroom as I was lying on my stomach looking under the bed, "I've got it, you left it in the bathroom." Her voice always dull when she spoke to me, I glanced up from the floor seeing her place the shoe on the bed. "You need to have a better idea where you put your belongings." It was like she was getting tired of finding my things; turning away she walked out my room leaving me on my own.

Getting to my feet I picked the shoe up sitting down, staring back to the bedroom door, I couldn't explain it, or even understand how I never really connected with my parents. I loved them. That much was true, but whenever I'd think about it, I kept getting a sinking feeling that I wasn't going to be around them much longer.

"Daphne, breakfast!" Daniel, my father's voice called from downstairs, it snapped me out of my trance as I slipped the shoe on, standing up one more time. I couldn't bring myself to look at myself in the mirror again, I swallowing what seemed like a hard lump in my throat down, I pushed my hands down the front of my skirt picking up my school stuff heading for the stairs.

If there was an award for plainest house in the world I would put my house for first place, the walls all the same shade of cream, the only thing to stand out was the photos descending the staircase. Every morning I would look at how I went from being a baby, to toddler, then all the way to my resent freshman school photo.

I wasn't an only child, I had an older brother who went to college, so even if he wasn't around, I wasn't long from being reminded how proud my parents were of how smart he is. "You're wearing that to school?" Daniel looked up from the paper he was reading, his blue eyes kept looking to the three quarter sleeves on my shirt, my hair was down flowing behind my shoulders.

I sighed pulling a banana out of the fruit bowl in front of me, I couldn't quiet meet his eyes, "Yes, I am wearing this," I kept my voice low, it was hard enough feeling the way I felt, but I glanced back to my mother cooking bacon and eggs, "Mom, I'm not really that hungry," I added pealing the banana. It was true, I was so nervous my stomach kept churning.

Gina moving around the table, she placed a plate of fried meats along with eggs and fried toast, it all made my stomach churn, "You know your brother David had a full breakfast every single day, and look where he is," she said placing a plate in front of me.

"Well, David will end up with a heart attack before he's forty," I spoke without thinking, both set of eyes were on me, I knew the look too well that was given when I spoke about future events.

"Daphne, don't talk like that!" Daniel's voice snapped, the room going completely silent, "Now eat," he added with a stern tone. Gina started to place food onto the plate, after that, it seemed she was too scared to speak anymore.

Slowly pushing things around my plate, Gina moved around the table placing food on Daniel's plate, these were the moments where I'd feel even more disconnected from them, it wasn't that they didn't love me, it was hard to live with someone who could tell what the football results were before the game had even started, or that the power was going to go out. It just wasn't easy for me to be myself, so I just held it to myself, I kept everything little thing I could so they wouldn't be angry with me.

"So, you got everything you need for school?" Gina finally broke the silence after Daniel started to eat his breakfast, but the tension still hung in the air making me feel nervous to speak. When I didn't reply she nodded, "That's good, just remember I've got a hair appointment, so when you get home, don't come into the kitchen," she spoke as if I'd answered her question. Gina was a hairdresser, but most the time she'd have people come to the house to do their hair, she'd just ask me to keep out of the way.

"Honey, I'm going to be late home tonight, inventory at the store, I need to supervise," Daniel's voice was calmer now, but then he was a manager at the local grocery store.

So I sat listening to the idol conversation between both parents, I felt like I was being pulled into a black hole, it wasn't that I didn't care, I just couldn't put my place at the table, staring as the clock ticked forward closing my eyes, I could see the school bus, it was pulling to the stop, me only a few feet away from it, but it pulled away without me.

My eye snapped open rushing from the table, "Daphne!" Daniel's voice snapped, It was a rule to ask before leaving the table, but my mind was more focused on not missing my bus.

"Sorry, must go, I can't be late," I rushed kissing his cheek, he let a small smile slip, I knew he didn't like the idea of making me late.

Gina rolled her eyes as he let me off again, but I quickly kissed her cheek, "Hair appointment, I'll go right to my room, Dad, gonna be late home, I'll see you later," I picked my bag up rushing to the door, I opened it running to the stop, one good thing about my gift, never missing a bus, train or anything.

California sun, nothing could beat it really, even if the summer was over, and it still was warm out, just the bitter heat was giving way, so it was easier to study. Sitting on the bus I find my normal seat, back left, not too close to the front, not too close to the back. I rest my forehead against the glass watching the endless trees, green; even in a drought people find ways to keep their lawns lush and green.

Ignoring the conversation of a group of girls in front of me, it was always the same conversation, the girls being in my year, the popular kind that didn't speak to me, well if the occasional insult didn't count to it. I found it easy to not want to be a part of their group. First girl being Becky sun kissed skin, long chestnut brown hair; she'd end up being found dead from drugs. Jenny bleached blonde hair, lean body, head cheerleader; she'd marry out of high school, with four kids, all different fathers. Tina, smallest of them all, moved from Japan, her on the other hand will go places, she'd be a star, finally Carla, Latino, caramel skin with curly brown hair, well she'd open her own gay bar, even if she wouldn't admit it to her friends. So as you could tell it was easy for me not to be crazy about their approval.

"Hey Daphne," the small voice caught me from my day dreaming, it was Tiffany, she ran her hand down her smooth blonde hair, her brown eyes sparkled behind her rectangle black framed glasses. "What you think?" I could tell she was talking about her hair, normally it was long like mine, but over the summer it seemed she'd gotten it cut to her shoulders.

I gave myself a good pauses, most the times I had to act surprised by the things that Tiffany did, even if I'd see them coming a mile of the bat, I didn't want to freak out my only good friend in school. "It's very cute," I replied, over the years I'd mastered the act of surprise, so Tiffany went to taking out a compact mirror checking over her hair again.

"Daphne, you know long hair is going out of fashion?" her voice always seemed so soft spoken, I didn't looked back to her keeping focused on the window, my eyes reflecting back onto me, I couldn't think of how to explain how much I didn't really care about fashion.

"Well, I've been talking to my mom, she said that I need to go shopping soon, I mean I really need to get some new skirt," Tiffany carried on, she talked at me most of the time, my mind blurring in and out of what she was saying. "Daphne… Daphne, are you even listening to me?"

My face snapped away from the window reflecting myself looking back to Tiffany, "New skirts, fashion changing, Evan looking good, thinking about Homecoming, you want to try out for cheerleader," I gave a quick summary of what she had been talking about the whole bus journey to school.

Tiffany nodded for a moment, her eyes quickly scanning me over, "you ok? You're look, well more melancholy than normal." She kept her volume down low, her eyes kept focused on mine. I'd always envied how her eyes always reflected warmth, while mine always felt cold.

Feeling the bus slowly down I simply shrugged, "I'm fine, just nervous," I added getting to my feet, I waited for Tiffany to get up so we could both get off the bus.

Tiffany hesitated to move, I watched as everyone else got off the bus, "Daphne, this year, remember, this year," her voice clear, it was all I'd been telling myself over the summer.

"Yes, this year, also assembly, registration and classes, but we need off this bus," I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but Tiffany simply laughed it off, getting into the isle walking off the bus.

I got off the bus looking to the big group of students going to the building, John Swett High School, the place surrounded by teens, most excited to catch up with friends not seen over the long summer break. Some had gone out of state, out of country for vacations.

"Daphne, this is going to be our year, we're going to change. Can you feel it?" Tiffany sucked in air, puffed out her chest, even if there wasn't much to her tiny frame she still insisted on a padded bra, her dress showing vibrant patterns, her hand holding onto her school bag.

Rolling my eyes I pulled my bag up my shoulder, "Tiffany, really," I kept walking towards the auditorium where the sophomore assembly was going to be held, I didn't want to be a wet blanket, but Tiffany was like the optimist to my pessimist, "This year," I finally caved in saying as we wondered the hall towards assembly.

"Good, we're…" her voice cut off as someone caught her shoulder as he walked passed, "Hey!" for the first time Tiffany sounded annoyed her speech was interrupted. My eyes followed the boy who'd knocked into her. He was tall with dusty mousy brown hair, body lean I couldn't help but wonder who was, but Tiffany was too busy glaring.

The boy turning back, he's face was breath taking, I didn't speak turning my eyes to Tiffany, "I'm sorry," he sounded so polite, I could feel Tiffany sucking in a breath.

I pushed Tiffany lightly, "It's ok, she's just a little excited," I finally spoke, Tiffany was still holding her breathe, so now he nodded carrying on walking away, "Tiffany!" I now pushed her with my hip.

"Damn he is so cute!" Tiffany held her hands out, she was pretty sure he couldn't hear her as he'd already was eight feet down the hall entering the auditorium. I rolled my eyes, personally I wasn't boy crazy, I'd find them cute, handsome, but never really spent my time going nuts over them.

Keeping in sync with Tiffany I couldn't help but laugh, "you know, one day you'll realise the world doesn't revolve around boys," my tone cool seeing the auditorium was already getting full.

"Yes, but until then, I love boys," she giggled finding us seats together, sitting down I couldn't help but laughed as Tiffany searched the hall for that boy again.

"A ball is thrown vertically from a roof top of a building that is one hundred and ninety four feet tall, it travels at sixty eight miles per hour, how far would it be from the ground before gravity pulls it back to the ground?" Mr Carlson asked writing the sum onto the black board, he turned to face the class, and he'd gotten a new hairpiece over the summer. I kept my eyes facing the front of the class, my text book open writing down the sum, I wasn't that good at algebra, but this was the one class I didn't share with Tiffany, my eyes going behind me, the boy that Tiffany was making a fuss of all day, even in the lunch hall she kept trying to find him, but here he was in my advance calculus class.

"Well, Miss Matthews can you tell us how you would answer this question?" Mr Carlson caught my attention as my attention went back to the front of the classroom again.

I closed my eyes, a part of me would always use this, I couldn't believe I'd forgotten, but opening my eyes I could feel everyone in the classroom watching me intensely, feeling confident, I swallowed the lump in my throat, quickly I went through the method of the answer, I didn't answer to quick, but when I finished Mr Carlson gave an approving nod.

"Yes, so what I want you all to do for homework, I am going to give out some work sheets, just to get your brains back into gear after the summer." He nodded with his wide smile, he may have been in his fifties, but Mr Carlson's smile always took years from his face, despite the hair loss.

Hearing the last bell ring I got to my feet trying to see if the boy was there, but to my surprise he'd must of left as soon as the bell went, for now my putting in a good word for Tiffany would had to wait.

Walking out of the class heading for my locker I felt like my eyes would look around for the boy, I didn't even know why, it wasn't like I cared much about it, but Tiffany was quick to my locker to be bouncing on her feet, "Well, did you, did you see him?" her voice excited as I opened my locker.

"Well," I started while closing my locker; I already had a tone of homework to do when I got home, I just wanted to get on that school bus and get home. "He's in my calculus class," I stated when she opened her mouth, "and no I didn't talk to him," I added starting to head to the exit, I really didn't want to miss the bus home, today was too long, now all I wanted was to just get my homework done, and then have dinner before starting everything again the next day.

"Well since you're in his class, maybe you know, you could, get the inside scoop?" she asked while stepping out into the sun, I couldn't believe myself.

I pulled my bag up my shoulder, "I'll see what I can do," I finally replied getting onto the bus, I couldn't really see this working out well, but for now, this school day was officially over, I just wanted to get home.