A/N: I'm sorry if the last chapter was a little hard to read, the line break isn't working for some reason but I'll try to fix that. Enjoy :)

Rebekah was suddenly aware that she was being shaking awake. "Bekah." A voice called, tugging her to consciousness. "Bekah, wake up." She opened her sleep ridden eyes to large blue-gray pools. Rebekah flinched back, shocked at someone else in her room. The events of yesterday came trickling slowly back to her mind when she remembered Miss Caroline Forbes. "Come on Bekah, wake up or you'll be late for class."

"What time is it?" She asked in a cracked voice.

"Seven thirty." Caroline answered, still leaning over the sleepy blonde.

Rebekah shot up. "Bloody hell!" She clutched at her phone setting on the end table between their beds. "Why didn't my alarm go off?" Caroline shrugs. "Thanks for waking me up." Rebekah flew off the bed and into the bathroom for her shower. Caroline watched her go, head tilted. She stood awkwardly about the room, not sure what to do while she waited for roommate. She turned and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Caroline wore the typical Duchess Prep uniform; a black and red pleated plaid skirt with black heals, and a tailored white short sleeved blouse with the Duchess Crest on her breast pocket – a crown circling the trunk of a white tree – with their motto beneath it, Dans transformation nous Bloom (In transformation we bloom). She wondered where they had come up with that, but the more prominent thought of her head was that the uniform didn't look completely horrible. For a few brief vain moments Caroline admired herself, the skirt wasn't a ghastly length that made her look like neither a nun nor a slut. The shoes were actually very fashionably functions, which made her immensely happy; shoes had always been Caroline's godsend. And the blouse was very flattering on her, all and all the uniforms weren't the problem she thought they were going to be. She wrapped her favorite green scarf around her neck and grabbed her beach bag just as the bathroom door opened.

Rebekah's blouse was unbuttoned, revealing toned ivory skin and an eye drawing chest clad in a pale purple lace bra. Caroline's gaze lingered longer than was appropriate before she turned away. Rebekah mumbled something about her shoes before ducking down to look under the bed. She snapped up triumphantly with the pair in her hands, her smile bright. Caroline had to smile back. Rebekah pulled the heels on and proceeded to button her shirt as she spun slowly around the room until her eyes landed on her bag by the door. She gestured for Caroline to follow her out as she pinned her hair up into a cute bob. Caroline watched her as she walked behind Rebekah; if she thought she looked good in the uniform Rebekah looked drop dead gorgeous. The skirt accented her behind rather nicely, again grabbing Caroline's attention. She turned around to face her, making Caroline look back up at her face.

"You were assigned a locker correct?" Rebekah asked in her alluring accent.

"Yes." Caroline nods, trying to cover up her obvious state of checking out her roommate's rear end. "And I've already gotten all my books in there."

"Great, we'll stop by there first so we can pick up your math book." Caroline simply nodded in agreement. It only took them a minute to swing by her locker and grab her things. After, they got to the café quickly, grabbing plates of bacon and cheese omelets with orange juice and tea. Honestly, she could get used to living here. Rebekah led them over to a booth that was already occupied by Elena, who was sipping on a steaming cup of coffee. She looked up with her large doe eyes as they took their seats opposite her.

"Good morning Elena." Rebekah greeted, taking her fork and cutting out a piece of omelet and popping it into her mouth.

"Good morning girls," Elena greets, looking up at them. "Rebekah, you look like hell."

"Thanks." She mumbled, taking a much too large swig of tea. "I didn't get to sleep until late last night. I think it was four before I actually got settled."

Elena arched a brow. "Why so late?"

She shrugs noncommittally. "Just couldn't sleep." Rebekah looks away, trying not to look at Caroline. Elena would be sure to notice, but "hmm" was all she said. For the rest of breakfast the three girls talked about classes, what Caroline should expect on her first day – everyone but Mr. Tanner should give her some slack.

"This Mr. Tanner sounds like a complete douche." Caroline commented as they walked across the quad, the smell of freesia fanning her face.

Rebekah's lips quirked up. "Oh you have no idea." She stopped as they approached the door. "Stick with me love and I'll get you through it." Rebekah led Caroline to their seats, the room nearly filled. Mr. Tanner sat at his desk at the front of the class with his head bent over some papers. A few minutes pass and the bell goes off, signaling the start of the period. Mr. Tanner looks up, his brown curly hair flying everywhere, his beady eyes land on Caroline.

He stands and heads to the board, wiping it clean, before turning it back. "I see we have a new face with us today." Mr. Tanner smiles viciously, making Caroline shrink in her seat. Rebekah desperately wants to reach out and give her hand a reassuring squeeze but she restrains herself. "So tell me, what's your name?"

"Uh," she begins "Caroline Forbes."

"Well Miss Forbes, tell me what was the last math class you took?" His smirk was challenging, saying that she was not adequate enough to be in his class.

"Trigonometry." She mumbled. "About half way through the semester."

"So you're almost caught up. Good, I suppose you're not completely useless." Mr. Tanner turns back to the board to get started on today's assignment. Caroline turns to mouth something at Rebekah, Oh my God. She returns with an I know. As Mr. Tanner starts explaining a new chapter of the book Rebekah looks up at Caroline, who's staring at the board with an intense expression her pen in her mouth. The sun filtered through the window on the far side of the room, the light playing in her golden hair. Rebekah allowed her eyes to travel over the girl's face, her alluring mouth and the smooth expanse of her neck. As she looked at the gorgeous girl the dream that invaded her last night came rushing back into her head.

The summer sun beat down on Rebekah's skin, warm and alive. Her eyes fluttered open, squinting at the sudden light; she sat up and twisted around, looking about herself. She was slightly shocked to see Caroline lying next to her, blonde hair pulled up out of her face, a scanty white bikini covering her most delicious parts. Suddenly Caroline turned her head towards Rebekah, opening her eyes and smiling at her.

"Can you grab the lotion? I don't want to burn." Caroline asked, still smiling. Rebekah nodded with a weak movement, trying to keep her eyes from traveling over Caroline's exposed skin. She moved to hand the bottle to her, but Caroline merely laughed. "Are you going to put it on me or not?" She tilted her head in a way that made it painfully obvious there was no other option. Rebekah swallowed and squirted a dollop into her hand. Making sure to rub it in Rebekah started from the bottom up. Her hands moved over Caroline's toned legs like silk, moving slowly and cautiously. She paused before moving up her thighs, Rebekah's fingers brushed over the hem of her bathing suit, she was sure if she could keep going. Her eyes flicked up to Caroline's face, her eyes were closed again and she looked perfectly at ease. Rebekah took a deep breath to steady herself and moved her fingers to the inside of Caroline's thighs. As she massaged the sunscreen in Caroline let out a throaty moan, making Rebekah's pulse kick up. She shook her head and moved on to her stomach. Caroline arched into her touch, pressing herself into Rebekah as she leaned over her. Rebekah, taking this into consideration, moved to straddle Caroline her legs incasing her, rubbing against her slick skin. Her hands moved under her bathing suit top, soft breast gripped in her hands. Caroline's pebbled beneath her palms and she moved to pinch them between her fingers. Rebekah crashed her mouth to Caroline's moaning into the kiss, reveling in their softness. Caroline wrapped her legs around Rebekah's waist, pulling her closer. "Oh God, Bekah."

Rebekah snapped herself out of the dream, gripping the edge of her desk hard. Granted, the feel of Caroline's sexy curves was more interesting than math, but really. Where had all her self control gone? Before Caroline, Rebekah would have never been fantasizing about rubbing lotion all over anybody in the middle of class. She put her head in her hands, trying to steady herself. Her sleepless night was already taking its toll, Rebekah felt like dead weight, the urge to fall asleep on her desk was overpowering. As she thought this her eyes began to flutter close, her thoughts fuzzy.

Suddenly there was a soft hand on her arm; Rebekah looked up to see Caroline's face looking at her worriedly. "You okay Bekah?"

Rebekah smiled at her; taking an odd pleasure in the fact that Caroline was so worried about her. "Just tired love."

"Oh," Caroline smiled back, biting her lip "okay then. Try to stay awake." She dropped her arm and turned back to the board. Rebekah followed her gaze, flinching back when she saw Mr. Tanner glaring at the two of them.

"Miss Forbes, Miss Mikealson something you would like to share with the class?" The two girls shook their heads. "Well then, you can tell me all about it in detention, after school." Rebekah groaned, there goes her nap. "Now if we can please get back to the lesson."

X X X

"Bekah." Caroline calls, running up behind her as Rebekah turns for her locker. "I'm sorry about getting us detention."

Rebekah lets out a huff. "It's okay Caroline. He can be a bit. . . bitter. It's fine, really. I was hoping to get some sleep but whatever."

She looked at the other blonde with a sympathetic look. "I really am sorry."

"I said don't worry about it Caroline. I have to get to class." Rebekah turned on her heel and made her way to gym.

Elena is waiting for her, mats tucked under her arm, giving Rebekah an expectant look. She ties up her blonde hair in a knot bun, making sure to keep it out of her face. Elena hands over a mat and moves to lay her own out. Rebekah follows after lowering herself down, tucking her leg underneath her and begins her stretches.

"What's got your knickers in a knot?" Elena asks with a smirk.

"Caroline and I got detention from Mr. Tanner." Rebekah huffs out, twisting around uncomfortably.

"What for?" Elena's arms go over her head.

"Talking. Stupid, minor things. It's Mr. Tanner what do expect really?" Rebekah flashes a smile. "I'm thinking about talking to Mrs. Rivers about getting Caroline moved out."

Elena gives her friend a look. "Why? I thought the two of you were getting along rather nicely." She stops stretching to give Rebekah her full attention, her eyebrows going up.

Rebekah bites her lip, not sure what to say. It's not as if she can just tell Elena that she can't sleep because she's having wet dreams about her new roommate. "I just don't think I can get used to having a roommate. I like my privacy."

Elena narrowed her eyes. "Well then, I guess you'll have to get on that then." Rebekah looked at the floor, trying not to give anything away. Elena could read her like a book; there was no keeping things from her. Luckily for her though Coach Joan came through the gym doors in her own yoga gear and began to instruct the class.

After a very relaxing hour Rebekah was dressing back in her uniform and ready to head to her next class, which she shared with both Caroline and Elena, European History. Caroline had saved them seats; Elena moved forward taking her own seat which forced Rebekah to sit next to Caroline. She thought of shooting her friend a glare, but that would surely give her away. Instead she sat next to Caroline, offered the blonde a smile, and opened up her notebook.

"Bekah," Caroline murmured, catching her attention. "I'm really sorry. You seemed mad at me this morning and I was hoping –"

Rebekah smiled softly, "It's not your fault Caroline. I'm just exhausted."

She reached out to place her hand over Rebekah's. "Still, sorry."

Just then Mr. Saltzman – Elena's Uncle – came in with a bright smile on his face, his hair bedridden. "Alright class I have some exciting news –" he cuts off when he spots Caroline. "There's a new face in here."

"Caroline Forbes." She nods.

"Okay, new face has a name. Well Caroline Forbes aren't you lucky because my exciting news will include you." Alaric begins shuffling the papers in his hands, setting down his coffee mug to do so. "I just got this approved by the Headmistress; she's agreed to let us go on a field trip." There are excited whispers at the thought of leaving campus. "There's this great little museum that no one ever acknowledges, so they're pretty excited that we asked to come. They have this amazing wing on the Royalty of England and a video over Queen Elizabeth – that lady is immortal I tell you. She's been around forever." He smiles at them. "Anyway, I'll need you to get these papers signed by your other teachers to excuse you for the day. The field trip is next Thursday; I didn't want to interfere with any of your weekend plans." Mr. Saltzman moves up and down the aisles to hand out permission slips. "Now, I have brief documentary over the French Revolution that I want you all to watch. Take notes everyone." He moves to switch off the light, turns on the projector, and gets the video ready.

Caroline turns to ask Rebekah for a pen, smiling slightly when she sees that the other blonde has her head propped in her hand and her eyes closed. She looks so sweet when she's sleeping, her face soft and vulnerable. All Caroline wants to do it crawl into a bed with her and cuddle. It was crazy, she knew, but something about Rebekah turned her insides to jello. Every time they touched her heart fluttered in her chest and it stung like a prickling flame – it was addictive. Caroline would look at her and she'd get lost, like time and space had stopped just to wait for them. A smile spread across her face as she continued looking at Rebekah's sleeping face. She desperately wished they weren't in class, wished they were in their dorm lying side by side with her head on the pillow so Caroline could watch her, so close in an entanglement of limbs and sheets. She looked up then, catching Elena's eyes on her. Her brow was arched and there was a small, knowing smirk on her lips. A deep red blush spread over her cheeks as she cast her eyes down at her desk. Clearing her throat a bit Caroline reaches out to touch Rebekah on the shoulder. Her eyes fly open immediately, finding Caroline, she looked confused – blinking herself into reality.

"Caroline." Her voice was rough and husky; the sound went straight to Caroline's core.

She smiles adoringly at her. "You fell asleep Bekah."

"Oh," Rebekah shakes her head, trying to clear it "thanks love."

"No problem." Caroline bites her lip, trying to tear her thoughts away from spending a day in bed with her gorgeous roommate.

X X X

Caroline approaches Mr. Tanner's room to see Rebekah leaning against the wall, one leg propped up, waiting for her. Her heart beats erratically in her chest at the mere though, and as she gets closer it flies out of control. Rebekah looks up, gray rimming her eyes, and gives a weak smile to Caroline. She really was exhausted; Rebekah looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks, and for all Caroline knew that was true. Rebekah hadn't bothered to change out of her uniform, and Caroline was glad she hadn't either; it put them together in a way. Rebekah's pink lips pull into a smile and reaches forward to give Caroline's hand a squeeze.

"It'll be fine, don't worry. Just don't make any eye contact." Rebekah drops her hand and reaches for the doorknob. Caroline simply nods, unable to say anything because her breath has stopped in her throat and all she wants is for Rebekah to touch her again, anywhere anyway she doesn't care. She just wants to feel her skin against hers, ribbon soft and intoxicating. Caroline follows her inside feeling a little light headed.

Mr. Tanner is at his desk, head bent over the desk with an angry red pen in his hands. He looks up as Caroline shuts the door behind her. "You're late." His voice is hard.

"Just by a few minutes." Rebekah looks over to Caroline, rolling her eyes.

He stands, straightening the papers on his desk. "First things first, you're going to grade test for me. Try not to get it wrong." Mr. Tanner starts as the two of them take a seat in two desks in the front row. "Here's the key sheet, red pens, get to work ladies." Caroline looks over at Rebekah, give a sigh and starts grading papers. "When you're done," Mr. Tanner grunts "you can clean my room."

Thirty minutes and a stack of papers later Caroline's hand felt as if were about to fall off. Her fingers felt stiff and useless, she looked over at Rebekah who gave her a sympathetic smile. They dropped their pens and looked up at Mr. Tanner. "We're finished." Caroline started, flexing her fingers painfully.

"Okay then." He stood, clearing his throat. "The cleaning supplies are in the back closet, I have to run up to my room. I'll be back in a moment." He didn't wait for their answer, just walked briskly out of the room, the door slamming behind him.

Rebekah moved to the closet and brought out a broom and spray. She handed over the rag and bottle to Caroline, their fingers brushing for a brief moment. Rebekah turned away from her, making sure that Caroline didn't see the blush that spread across her cheeks. They work in silence for the first few minutes, cleaning vigorously and eager to get done. Rebekah is scooting backwards, sweeping up a pile of dirt when her arm connects with warm flesh. She turns suddenly, effectively tangling with Caroline and knocking the both of them to the ground. Rebekah stares up at Caroline with wide eyes as she pushes up slightly. Every inch of their bodies are in contact, their chest brushing and Rebekah's upper thigh pressed between Caroline's legs. Caroline looks down at her and swallows hard. Her face is inches away from Rebekah's and her thoughts are scattered all around, unable to think clearly. "Uh. . ." Rebekah says rather awkwardly, trying to look anywhere other than Caroline's face. Suddenly, shockingly, Caroline presses down rubbing against Rebekah. She doesn't know why she does it, she just can't help herself. She's happy she does though; Rebekah lets out a throaty moan, throwing her head back, and arches into Caroline.

The doorknob rattles, catching their attention, and Caroline and Rebekah throw themselves off of each other. Rebekah smooths out her skirt and runs her fingers through her hair. Mr. Tanner comes in not a second later with a collection of thick binders in hand. He looks about the room with a twisted grimace. "You're almost done, good." He crosses over to his desk, completely oblivious to the awkward tension of the two girls in his room.

X X X

"Dammit Rebekah wait up!" Elena shouts, jogging after her best friend across the quad. She saw that she was going in the direction of the Core Building. "Where are you going?"

Rebekah let out a huff. "You remember how I said I needed Caroline out of my room?" Elena nodded, finally catching up. "Well I went to Mrs. Rivers's office but she was there. Ms. Dill said she was in the Arts building talking to Ms. Ortiz but Gwen said that Ms. Ortiz was in the teacher's lounge in the Core Building – which I just came from. Needless to say that I've been running around for the past hour looking for her and I have still yet to get any sleep!" She growled out the last part, pushing through the doors of the Core building and practically ran down the hallway.

"Okay, but why?"

"Why what?" Rebekah looked over at her, annoyed. Elena and her questions.

"I thought you liked Caroline?" This made Rebekah stop and turn toward her with wide eyes.

"You said I liked Caroline? What makes you think I like her? Where are you getting these ridiculous ideas from?" Rebekah's breaths quickened, if Elena knew about that then there was no keeping her from exposing it to Caroline herself. She liked to take matters like these into her own hands.

"You two are getting along so well. I thought she was fast becoming our new bestie." Elena smirked at her devilishly.

"Oh, of course." Rebekah shook her head. "No, Caroline is a delight. I just need privacy. I'm not used to sharing."

At this Elena's smile widened. "Oh I know." She stopped them in front of the teacher's lounge where they could hear smooth jazz filtering in through the closed door. "So, Rebekah Mikealson, are you sure about this?"

"Yes," she says and twists the knob. I need to get some sleep and that bombshell is not helping. Inside there are only a few teachers, sipping herbal tea and discussing quizzes they've given. The first to spot them is Mr. Saltzman, who smiles at the girls widely. Elena goes up to her Uncle and he kisses her on the head.

"What do you girls need?" Ric asked, wrapping an arm around his nieces shoulder.

"Rebekah was looking for Mrs. Rivers." Elena says, stealing Alaric's coffee mug.

"What do you need Rebekah?" Mrs. Rivers asks, like Beetlejuice she was conjured up just by the sound of her name. Her long black hair is pulled up into and elegant twist, her power suit gray and sharp, and two teardrop earrings glittered at her ears. Mrs. Rivers was the epitome of a Duchess Graduate she was elegant and classy, sophisticated and well mannered, smart and successful. She was everything every girl in school strived to be.

"I wanted to speak with you about Caroline Forbes." She said, stepping closer.

"Your new roommate?" Rebekah nodded. "What about her?"

"Well, Headmistress, I was wondering if there was any possible way that I could get my no roommate status back. I'd really rather live alone."

Mrs. Rivers was already shaking her head before Rebekah could finish. "I'm sorry Miss Mikealson but there's no way I can do that. I've already filed the paper work and unless you and Miss Forbes are having difficulties than I cannot help you. I do not move students for no reason."

"But Mrs. Rivers –!" Rebekah whines.

"Miss Mikealson please." Mrs. Rivers says in a stern voice. "Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes and I'd like to get there before then. Good day Miss Mikealson." With that the Headmistress turns and left the teacher's lounge, leaving Rebekah an angry steaming mess.

Thirty minutes later Rebekah and Elena are sitting down at the booth that Caroline has saved for them. She looks up at Rebekah as they sit; their encounter from detention came flooding back into her mind; and she knows, as Rebekah looks at her as if all that there is is Caroline, that she's thinking about it too.

"So," Elena began, breaking her train of thought, looking between the two blondes "what would you girls like to do after we're finished eating?"

Rebekah shook her head. "I can't, it's Tuesday Elena. I have ballet with Ms. Ortiz."

Elena deflated almost instantly. "Oh, I'd forgotten."

Caroline perked up, looking at Rebekah with a new interest. "You dance?"

"Yes," she nods "my mother pushed me into it before she died. Dances were always her favorite thing; she would hold old fashioned balls anytime we lived in a house longer than a month." Rebekah smiles fondly, she missed her mother every day and it never let up. She didn't really know what to do without her.

"Your mother is dead?" Caroline asked, her voice pained.

"Both my parents are." Rebekah's tone is sad and low. Caroline reaches across the table to take her hand, and this time there is no fluttering heart of knots in her stomach. It's like a loving warmth spreading through her at the contact and it chokes Rebekah, closing her throat tight.

"I'm so sorry." Caroline squeezes her hand reassuringly.

Elena, who is prone to not giving a single care about intimate moments, felt very awkward sitting there with the two girls who were clearly having a moment. She cleared her throat, breaking the two apart. "Well then I guess we should make some plans for this weekend. I need to get some shopping done. New shoes are a must."

Caroline brightened. "Shopping sounds fantastic. I've always wanted to shop in New York."

"It's a date." Elena smirked at the two girls, already making plans in her head.

X X X

It was ten thirty before Rebekah was finally released from dance lessons, with an aching back and sore ankles. The walk back to the Dorm Building felt like thousands of miles but she managed to make it. As she climbed the stairs all she could think about was her bed calling her name, telling her to never leave again. Finally she made it to her door, turning the knob that always stuck, and pushed the door open with her hip. Once she closed it behind her Rebekah let her ballet bag slide off her shoulder and fall to the floor. With a muddled mind, and without bothering to turn on the light, Rebekah fell onto the bed thanking herself for taking her leotard and tights off at the studio. She didn't think she'd be able to make it anymore, and smiled sleepily as her large T shirt and shorts made due for bedtime wear. Rebekah pulled the warm pillow to her body, the blanket over her head, and fell asleep almost instantly.