My First VPD fic! I do not own any of the characters or anything else you recognize. Tell me what you think!

It's roughly set after the events in season three. Enjoy.

First day of classes, it's always the same. I figured that after I got out of high school that I'd be done with the corny, first day of school ice breakers. I walked into my 9:00 AM Psychology class, around 8:58 AM. As usual, I was running late. The class was almost entirely filled when I strolled in so I found one of the few remaining seats near the front of the room. Not even a minute later, I hear someone clear their throat and everyone's attention is brought to the front of the room.

The professor; a short, middle aged woman stands in the front of the room wearing a floor length skirt with a blouse. I watch as she claps her hands together and announces, "Good morning class, welcome to Psych 205: Psychology of Women. Hopefully you are all in the right place, if not, there's a door at the back." She smiles sweetly and waits a few seconds. When she hears no rustling of books and notepads she resumes, "Fantastic. Alright, I know it's the first day of fall classes and everyone wishes they weren't here, but alas, it's time to receive the education you pay so highly for!" She pauses briefly to allow a few small laughs from her students and gets down to business. "I'm not one to force everyone into those awful first day activities, I always hated them as a kid, and I hate them even more now. With that being said, I'm just going to pass these out to the end of each row. Please take one and pass it on down. Any extras, you can pass to the front to this empty desk here. While you look over your syllabus, I'm going to do a quick roll call and then we'll get started!"

I took the stack of papers from the kid next to me and passed them along. I scribbled my name in the corner of the syllabus and started flipping through the dates and assignments as the professor began calling names.

"Stephanie Blackwell? Jordan Calvin?" I momentarily zoned out, focusing on the required text books listed in front of me until I heard my name being called, "Elena Gilbert?" I lifted my hand slightly in the air and murmured a quick "here". After hearing my name, I turned my attention back to the syllabus in front of me waiting on the last of the list of names. As she neared the end of the list, I brought my attention back to her and waited politely until she was finished. "Sarah Ross? Stefan Salvatore?"

At hearing that name, my heart immediately stopped beating and my entire body froze. No, it couldn't be him. Why would he be here of all places? That has to be some sort of mistake. I watched as the professor brought her head up from reading the list and scanned the classroom. I watched as her eyebrows knitted together and as she repeated, "Stefan? Stefan Salvatore?" I immediately turned to look towards the back of the class room and scanned the rows. My eyes finally stopped when I saw him. Stefan. My Stefan. He was sitting in the back of my Psych of Women class. Here. At my school. I felt my face get flushed and my whole body got warm as my eyes locked with his. I noticed that expression on his face. The one he always used to give me when I showed up somewhere I wasn't supposed to be, somewhere dangerous. I continued to watch him as I heard his smooth voice announce his presence. Our eyes never left one another until I heard the last name being rattled off and I slowly brought my attention back to the front of the room.

For the remainder of the class, I sat, completely frozen while thoughts of the past and questions ran through my head. I absent mindedly scribbled over my notebook paper as the professor went over the syllabus. After what seemed like the longest forty five minutes of my life, I heard her dismiss the class as well as announce the required reading for the next meeting. I took my time loading up my book bag, and remained seated at my desk as I heard more than watched the room empty around me. I waited for the inevitable. Finally, I heard smooth footsteps come from behind me, and somehow, I just knew it was him. I took a deep breath and gathered up all of the strength I had and forced myself to look up from the desk I was seated in.

I looked up to see those beautiful brown eyes, the very ones that haunted my dreams every night and the very ones that left me two years ago. My breath caught in my throat and my mouth wouldn't open. I stared into those eyes and watched as the emotions ran through them knowing mine were betraying me in ways I couldn't even imagine. I watched as his eyes racked over my body as if he couldn't believe what, or rather who it was that he was seeing in front of him. My heart stopped once more as his eyes met mine and registered that it was really me.

"Elena," he all but whispered as what seemed to be relief flooded his features.

Relief? He was glad to see me? Surprised? I couldn't tell. I felt one of my eye brows raise and before I could stop it words came out of my mouth, "What are you doing here? Did your dear friend Klaus send you to watch over me again? Great job you did the last time. Before you up and abandoned me. Abandoned your brother." I forced myself to hide the tears that I felt welling up in my eyes; I had decided almost two years ago that I would never cry over Stefan Salvatore again for the rest of my life.

I watched as his eyes fell and his shoulders slightly slumped forward. He took a deep breath, "Elena-," He started but then stopped as he noticed the room filling with people. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me from my seat and steered me to the door. When we got outside of the classroom, I jerked my hand from his grasp and watched as his eyes filled with hurt. Serves him right, after everything he's put me through. Everything he's put his brother through. "Elena, can we just go somewhere and talk? There's so much I've wanted to tell you. So much has happened."

I scoffed, shaking my head slightly, "It would have been a lot easier to tell me these things had you not left in the first place, Stefan."

I watched as he nodded, accepting my anger, "Elena, please. I know you're mad, but there are things you should know."

I stood there for a few more seconds, allowing myself to think of the possibilities until I decided I would hear him out, and then he could be on his way back out of my life. I've lived this long without him; I've learned to be okay by myself. I nodded shortly at him, "Okay, my roommate has class until noon; we can go to my room. I will hear you out, after that I owe you nothing."

He nodded and gestured for me to lead the way. My dorm wasn't far from the building we were in, so I walked quickly to the exit and walked out into the bright morning sun.