AN: Hey guys! This idea has been in my head for the longest time since it doesn't seem like there is any Dark Elena fics out there, I made one! Enjoy the prologue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just a typical fangirl that needs a TVD fix once in awhile! :)

Prologue - One Look And I Can't Catch My Breath

Caroline and I walked along the long hallways towards their homeroom. Our schedules that had been printed out on paper matched the other exactly and we were so happy. We could never dream of being apart for a second. We were friends in the greatest form.

Entering room 137B, the English room, we were immediately amazed at how big it was compared to other classrooms. A white tiled floor that stretched out as big as Caroline's living room, and the faintest shade of blue for the wallpaper. There must've been 20 desks in the room accompanied by a large wooden desk in the very front, followed by the good ol' chalkboard that I loved oh so much.

On it read the name Mr. Saltzman, who was of course sitting in the chair with his feet up on the desk and eating an apple. For some odd reason, Caroline and I were used to that.

"He's kinda hot," I whispered, Caroline nodding in agreement. We giggled and took our seats.

In no time, students flooded the room and took their seats aswell until all twenty desks were filled. Once everyone settled in, Mr. Saltzman stood up holding a stack of papers and began to pass them out.

When I got the paper, my mouth dropped. We were supposed to write a full page essay about what career path we are taking and why and I had no clue whatsoever. That's bad.

Sighing, I picked up my pencil and started writing, stopping after two sentences. Shit, I can't do this. It's the first day and I'm already gonna get a bad reputation. I did the only thing I could and raised my hand to go to the bathroom. When he let me, I speed-walked out of there like a bat out of hell.

I headed the short distance to the women's room and immediately ran to the sink and splashed my face with water. It was nothing really, but it helps me focus more.

I left the bathroom and spotted a boy at his locker, putting away books and taking out new ones. I didn't get a look at his face but I knew he was attractive right off the bat.

He didn't notice me and closed his locker and turned to walk in the opposite direction. He has longer hair than the rest of the guys and it was as dark as a raven's wing. As he walked, I could see his back muscles tense beneath his shirt, and his veins and muscles bulged under his shirt sleeves as he held onto his supplies. He couldn't have been any taller than a solid 5'11 or 6'0.

He wore a dark brown v-neck and faded navy jeans with biker boots which gave me the impression that he rode a motorcycle, though I could be wrong.

If he looked that good from the back, I couldn't wait to see his face. Nevertheless, I needed to get back to class. I turned away and walked back to class.

By the time I got there, the bell had rang and I quickly grabbed my things and Caroline looked a little confused as to why I was gone for so long, so I passed it off as 'period issues.'

She seemed to believe it and we headed out the door to go to our next class.

Man, if I see that boy's face and it's attractive, you can bet every dollar in your bank account that he's mine.