A/n- Well this is going up a lot later than planned, hooya for unexpected ER visits. Anyways that being said I've decided that I am going to limit it to updating only once a week, probably on Wednesdays and if I can update more than that I will but for now I will make sure that I have a chapter up every Wednesday, which should mean longer chapters cause of the time I will be taking- that being said the next one will be up 4/1/15. As always thank you to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited, followed and the likes. This is going to be a slow going story, so please be patient as I build up the characters to where they need to be and what they are supposed to be like. I have a reason for everything so please keep that in mind. I am done ranting now, please don't forget to review and on that note, until next time, happy reading.

Chapter 2- Lying is the most fun a girl can have (without taking her clothes off)

Sunday passed quickly- a hell of a lot quicker than it really had a right too-

Or so Elena thought. She groaned as she stretched, rolling over and glancing at the alarm clock on her nightstand in distain. 9:30- she was already over an hour late for school and yet she couldn't really bring herself to care, if it was up to her she'd sleep the whole damn day away, to hell with her education. It was only the insistent knocking on her bedroom door that even made her consider moving. She swore softly as she flung back her covers and stalked over to the door, yanking it open.

"Christ, what?" She snarled, narrowing her eyes at her aunt on the other side. Jenna shook her head as she took in the haggard appearance of her niece, the pajamas that she was still wearing a pretty clear indicator of whether the teen was actually going to be going to school or not. She knew that she was letting her run rampant that she should step up and take charge but she also knew that the more that she fought it the more that Elena would rebel and with the way that she was already acting she could only imagine how much worse it could get.

"Are you planning on getting up any time soon?" She questioned softly as Elena rolled her eyes at her, slamming the door in her face. Jenna let out a slow breath and knocked on the door softly again, not expecting any kind of response but figuring that she should at least try, "Are you at least going to school?" The door was flung open a few minutes later, Elena actually dressed and her backpack slung over her shoulder.

"If it means getting the hell away from you, then yeah, I'm going." And then she was shoving past Jenna and fleeing down the stairs towards the front door. She slammed the door behind her for good measure. When she was in the car, the music turned up loud and away from the house she debated whether she would actually go- it's not like she cared about her grades anymore, she was likely failing more classes then not and she hadn't bothered to crack open a text book all semester. She groaned softly and rolled her shoulders, it wasn't exactly like there was much to do in Mystic Falls in the way of entertainment and as much fun as Richmond could provide she didn't want to make the drive. She shrugged her shoulders, turning towards the school-worse came to worse she knew that there were people there that could keep her entertained.

The bell signaling third period was ringing in the distance when she pulled into the school parking lot. As she climbed out of the car and headed towards the main building she tried to remember which class she was supposed to be going too, the small group of stoners towards one of the back walls caught her eyes. She knew her brother was a druggie and at one point that thought would have bothered her but now she found she really didn't care, instead she ignored him and made her way into the old building, smacking right into a body standing outside the office. She grunted softly as she was knocked back onto her ass, her backpack hitting the floor next to her.

"What the fuck." She snarled pushing herself up onto her hands and then sitting up, "Stupid, fucking- can't watch where they're going-" She paused mid-sentence as she looked up and caught the eye of the person that she had run into. They were the bluest eyes that she had ever seen set behind thick black lashes that most girls would be jealous of. Her tongue darted out; touching her bottom lip slightly as her eyes slowly traveled the length of the Adonis in front of her. The corner of her lip curled up as she bluntly looked him over. "Good god the things I'd do to you." She muttered under her breath, sure that she was making him feel uncomfortable with how she was undressing him with her eyes but again she found she couldn't care, she had just set her eyes on her next conquest.

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Damon groaned as he followed Katherine into the old looking brick building better known as Mystic Falls high. He hated school, he didn't want to be in school and if it wasn't for that final few missing credits he wouldn't have even bothered to get out of bed that morning- well that and the promise that Katherine had made the night before. Katherine he noted looked like a hunter on the prowl as she looked over each and every male that they walked past, her eyes narrowed as she picked out her target and briefly he wondered if maybe just maybe that would get him off the hook- he doubted it but it didn't hurt to hope, just a little. He knew it just wasn't going to be his day thought when he walked into the office and the secretary insisted that the school counselor wanted to meet with him.

"So I see here Damon that you don't have the world's best record." He cocked an eyebrow as he slouched back in the overly stiff chair in the guidance counselors office, daring the man that had introduced himself as Mr. Mikalson to go in to it- he knew that his record was shoddy- he had been kicked out of more schools then he could count in the past few years and it was a miracle that they were letting him back at all.

"What's this supposed to be?" He questioned, stretching his legs out in front of himself and crossing them at the ankle, "It sounds like you're trying way too hard to be a friend to the wayward students like myself." He scoffed slightly and stretched before climbing to his feet. "I don't do touchy feely and I don't like adults so if you don't mind-" And then he was pulling open the door and slipping back into the main part of the office. He rolled his eyes as he found his step sister perched up on the edge of the counter, her blond hair being twirled around her finger- the poor sap sitting in front of her, a student from the looks of it, never stood a chance. Shaking his head he slipped out of the office and that's how he ran into Elena. He chuckled softly to himself as she started swearing like a sailor, pushing herself to her feet. He wanted to help her, he debated helping her to her feet but then she was looking up and gawking like she had never seen someone of the male species before.

"Good god the things I'd do to you." He was pretty sure that he wasn't supposed to hear her say that and because of that he found that he really couldn't resist poking at her a little.

"Oh really." He taunted, a smirk curling over his lips as he let his eyes drift over her petit form. "What exactly would you do to me?" Had it been any other girl she probably would have flushed but Elena wasn't a normal girl, instead she squared her shoulders and stepped forward until she was toe to toe with the blue eyed Adonis.

"Things you could only imagine." She whispered, her hand reaching up to rest against the black material of his shirt. Damon swallowed, going from teasing one second to turned on the next and having no idea how it had gotten to that point. She clicked her tongue, hummed softly under her breath and let her hand slide down the material of his shirt before she was stepping back and licking her bottom lip, "mmph," She bite her bottom lip and shook her head, stepping back," If only."

And then she was turning and walking away, barely sparing a look behind her. Damon swore, letting out a slow breath that he hadn't realized he was holding as he watched her move- he didn't even know her name and yet there were things already that he wanted to do to her.

"Well that was interesting." Katherine drawled sarcastically from behind him. Damon flinched; he already knew what she was going to say before the words even fell from her lips. "Looks like you found some entertainment." Taking Damon's hand in her own she dragged him down the hall and into one of the women's restrooms, peaking under each stall before she dared to speak again. "we're gonna have some fun with this one-" Her lips curled into a sneer a look that told Damon just what kinds of tricks she was up too, "We both know you're not interested in some Podunk little town white trash slut like the one that just had her hands all over you- however," Stepping closer she brought her hands to Damon's chest, her fingers tracing along the same path that Elena's just had, her head cocked to the side, "You and me, we're gonna play a little game and that little girl is going to be the pawn."

Damon squeezed his eyes shut, he knew that Katherine could be cruel, he knew where she was going and he didn't want anything to do with it and yet at the same time he knew that it would make his life at home just that much less complicated if he went along with it.

"Okay," He muttered, regretting the words even as he spoke them, "Whatever you want, I'm in."

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It wasn't hard to find out who she was. When he walked into his first class, twenty minutes later she was sitting in the back, her feet propped up on one of the desks, her fingers picking at her nails. He smirked when she looked up and caught his eye but all she seemed to do was cock an eyebrow before looking back down at her nails, acting like the scene in the hallway had never happened.

"Ms. Gilbert, Principal Walters wants to see you in the office." She swore softly under her breath, pushed herself away from the desk and made her way up to the front of the classroom, completely ignoring Damon as she passed by him. It wasn't until she had exited the room that Damon realized that he now had a last night, it shouldn't be that hard to find her with that, after all how many Gilberts could there be in one school.

As he leaned back in his chair and listened to the Math teacher ramble on and on his mind wandered- he found himself wondering why she had ignored him and more than that he found himself wondering if Katherine's plan would even work.