Fresh Pair Of Eyes
Chapter one: A stranger calls
Quinn Fabray sighed. It was one of those sighs that didn't come from lack of sleep, or anything in particular. In fact she was pretty sure she'd slept more than enough, she couldn't stand being awake – it was easier to pretend it wasn't coming true. Did she actually miss Lima? It couldn't be possible, and as she squeezed her eyes shut she hoped it wasn't true. Ohio wasn't her home, but Mystic Falls didn't seem to much better. She missed her friends, and the fact that they knew everything she'd been through. Maybe this was the fresh start that she needed? That's what her mom kept telling her anyways. Judy loved it here, mostly because her new boyfriend lived here and also happened to be Quinn's new history teacher. Alaric Saltzman, it was a stupid name Quinn thought, and she knew something was up with him anyways. He was younger than her mom, and of course Judy had her charm, but it still made Quinn suspicious. As each rain drop trickled solemnly down her window she felt an emptiness set in. It usually came around at night, when the house was silent and the sky was dark. When there was no one beside her to hold her tight in the dead of night and whisper to her it would be alright. She shook the thought out of her mind. Thinking about it wouldn't make it any better. It wouldn't make it hurt any less. There wasn't a cure of this. missing something you've never had.
Pulling the car to a stop in the school parking lot she stretched to reach the mirror and gave herself one last look over. A soft smile threatened to show as she thought she recognized a tint of pink to her hair, but of course that was probably her imagination. Taking in a shaky breathe she accepted the face that looked back at her, the hazel eyes that held so many secrets, the lips that had once whispered words that are said too often - and she even managed to put on the smile she'd been practicing. Stepping out of the car in a nude dress and brown blazer she swung her bag over her shoulder and gave her shoulder length hair a tousle, she was glad it was growing back. She knew exactly what she was going to do, she only had to last a year here, and then Yale. She wouldn't let anything get in the way of that, she wasn't here to make friends. But Quinn had never been more wrong.
It seemed like all schools were the same. Same tacky wall colouring, same poor quality lockers, same judging eyes staring from each group – but at the same time nothing was familiar. She wondered what they were thinking, but she decided not to care. Maybe they thought she had a boyfriend, they didn't know the boys that had left her. Maybe they thought she was unbroken, but they didn't know about the daughter she couldn't raise. Maybe they thought she was happy, but even she didn't know whether she was. Straightening her back she made her way through the hallway with just the sound of her brown leather ankle boots on the polished floor, the reception was just a corner away now. She didn't need anyone's help. A motto she had started to live by.
"Looking for someone?" said a dark silky voice, it was smooth and inviting and Quinn couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation, like it had knocked her off her track. She raised both eyebrows in an arch as she took in the person in front of her. She was definitely not in Lima anymore. The guy was taller than she was, not awkwardly as in the case of Finn and Rachel, but just tall enough. He wore all black but somehow didn't look like one of the skanks boyfriends Quinn had the pleasure of meeting. It was different, the leather jacket on the well built body oozed something much more, alluring, and the blonde hoped she didn't blush. But when her eyes trailed up to his a forceful bite down on her bottom lip was needed, she knew that even if they never met again she wouldn't forget those eyes. There was something about the shocking blue colour of them against his alabaster skin that made the girl feel almost hypnotized, but being herself she of course made sure not to show it it. Just as she was taking in his prominent jaw bone and his lips she decided it was best to say something before the temptation sunk in.
"No, somewhere actually - not that it's any business of yours" as soon as the words came out she pulled herself out of her trance, there was no way she was falling for a guy. She'd been there before, and it wouldn't help anything. Guys like that couldn't be what Quinn needed, they only wanted one thing, and from experience that usually didn't end too well. The stranger didn't move, it was almost as if he was blocking her. "Which is right behind you" she continued in a blunt tone of voice, and surprisingly she found a smirk begin to turn on his lips. She rolled her eyes and took a step right, he immediately did the same, and if Quinn didn't know any better it felt like it was in sync. Which of course, wasn't possible. She looked up hesitantly.
"Oh come on, don't I at least get a name? Feisty blonde doesn't do you justice..." the way he trailed off reminded Quinn of the way he'd made her feel, but surely he couldn't be thinking of her in that way? She felt all the insecurities a girl could have come to the surface, causing her to immediately bury them down. She was Quinn Fabray, and some stranger wasn't going to change that.
"Quinn. Are we done here?" She retaliated spitefully, but all he did was cock his head to the side a little.
"Don't you want to know mine?" he asked, a playful puppy pout appearing from his lips which only emphasized his bone structure. She mentally slapped herself for thinking about that.
"No not really, aren't you a little too old for school?" she snapped back.
"Aren't you a little too bitchy for a new girl?" he said in the same tone of voice. Quinn inhaled deeply and took a step forward, the look in her eyes must've been clear enough for his expression to return to normal, but even though he wasn't smirking there was something mischievous in his eyes anyway. She decided to ignore it.
"You have two choices, to follow me round thinking you're having some seducing affect on me and have to deal with the bitter disappointment of rejection – or you can leave now and go prey on some other girl who I'm sure would just love to play your game" she motioned with her head behind her to the group of giggling girls in gym kit that all seemed to turn immediately silent as they were hit by her glare. There was an equal silence from the guy and the proximity of their stance sent a shiver down Quinn's spine, she just didn't know how to take that. To her surprise he stepped away and with a simple roll of his shoulders and that smirk gave a short ok. He made his way past her and it took a lot of strength for the girl not to look back. Just as she thought she was in the clear she heard his voice behind her.
"It's Damon, by the way" she felt like shouting something back but in the now near empty corridor she didn't want to cause a scene, she needed to sign in anyways. She liked the name, not that it mattered. It was all very well until he called goodbye to her. Because she was pretty sure she hadn't told him her name was Quinn Lucy Fabray. The shudder came back, making it clear the last one was of the pleasure, but this one of danger.