Author's Note: Alright guys, thanks so much for the feedback for the first chapter. I appreciated that so much. Alright, well, it's gonna take a few chapters for the 'dark' to come out. I want to get more of the back story in. I'm excited about this fic. I know where I wanna take it. Anyways, enough word vomit outta me. Enjoy! :D

I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS

Chapter Two:

"Hey Mr. Saltzman," I said walking into detention, suppressing a smile. He grimaced when he glanced up. I put an apple on his desk before sitting down.

"Now you're trying to make me feel old. I'm glad I gave you detention." He laughed. I stuck my tongue out at him. "Be careful with that tongue, Bennett. You never know when someone will put it to use elsewhere." He said before turning his attention back on his work. Did he really just say that? Did Alaric just hit on me?

I pulled out a book on Wiccan history and began reading, since I have an hour to kill. Ten minutes passed and no one else came into the classroom and Alaric shut the door.

"Am I seriously the only person with detention?" I asked, unable to restrain my curiosity. He chuckled.

"Well, technically, I'm stuck here, too." He pointed out.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say that this is an excuse to spend more time with me." He looked surprised.

"And what if I said that it was?" He asked moving closer to the desk that I chose.

"Well, I would remind you that you would have seen me Friday, at Caroline's movie night. You know that she'd kill you if you missed it."

"Hm, good point… and if I didn't want to wait that long?" He countered.

"I can't think of a reason that you couldn't wait that long… Mr. Saltzman." I replied, looking at him evenly.

"Maybe I enjoy your company," he hinted.

"And maybe you shouldn't give me detention just to see me… makes a girl not want to spend so much time with you." I replied, pretending to be offended. He laughed.

"I could always make it up to you."

"And how would you do that?"

"I could take you dinner. My treat." He said, sitting in the desk next to mine.

"I don't know… isn't that against the rules… You're my teacher… I'm your student. There could be consequences." I said, innocently. He laughed.

"I think that is the least of our worries." He told me.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Ric?"

"Yes, Bonnie, I am."

"Pick me up at seven." I told him as I packed up my things and headed for the door.

"Miss Bennett?" He called after me.

"Yes?" I asked, turning around.

"You still have forty-five minutes left of your detention. I scoffed.

"You're not serious, are you?" I asked.

"As a heart attack," he answered. I bit my lip and put my things back down. I moved to the desk in front of his and sat on top of it.

"What if I convinced you to let me leave early?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said, daring me with his eyes. I walked over to him and stood in front of him for a minute, really looking at him. Looking at his face and his strong eyes… He's so young for a teacher and he's been through so much. But, we all have. If he wasn't my teacher, I wouldn't think twice about dating him. Not that it really matters, I graduate in a few months, and I'm already eighteen.

I can feel his breath on my face and I can smell him from where I'm standing. He smells and looks amazing. I leaned closer and locked eyes with him before standing on my tiptoes and I pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. I pulled away and looked at him for his reaction.

"Not quite enough to get out of detention," he said, looking at me.

"Damn. Well, I tried." I sat back down.

"You could always try again." He pointed out.

"I'm not that kind of girl. That can wait until tonight." I told him.

"Fair enough."

"Of course, you can always try before then…" I told him. I have no idea why I'm being this ballsy in school… I'm not normally this forward… especially in situations like this. He came over to me and squatted next to my desk. He cupped my face and kissed me. I felt it in my toes – my entire body tingled. He pulled away sooner than I would have liked. "Not bad… for an old guy." I smirked.

"Be careful with that sass of yours," he warned.

"Or what?" I asked, pushing it.

"Or something might happen."

"What would that 'something' be?"

"Someone might get punished for it." He told me. I saw something flash in his eyes… I don't know if it was a bad something or a perverted something… either way, it didn't make me warm and fuzzy on this inside. I'm sure it was nothing. I'm probably just imagining things. It's Alaric we're talking about. He would never do anything to hurt me… Right?

Author's Note: Their date is next chapter. Reviews are love. :] Let me know how you're liking it.

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Anneryn