CHAPTER TWO

DPOV
I looked at the group we had today. Three preps, two jocks, a nerd, and a freak. Hm. At least I'm not alone again.

"Well...well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time..." I heard Tanner say from the front of the room. Fuck. He hated me.

The Barbie at the front table raised her hand.

"Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but...um...I don't think we belong in here..." She started. I wanted to laugh. Did she think he actually cared?

"It is now 7:06. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways..." To sleep. Mess with masses. Cause a little trouble... I leaned back, spit my gum as high as I could into the air, and caught again. Barbie and her friends looked disgusted. I just smirked at them.

"You will not talk." Mr. Tanner said looking at the Barbies. "You will not move from...wait. No. Everybody up." I stayed where I was.

"Salvatore..." He warned. I held up my hands.

"My assigned table, sir."

"Fine." He looked at his list, then back to the people in front of him. "Tyler and Caroline, Table one, put a seat between you. Bonnie, Jeremy, table two, same rule. Matt, Elena, Table three. Stefan, Damon, Stay where you are."

"Now, You will not talk. You not move from your seats." He walked up to me and knocked my feet off the table."And you, will not sleep." I pouted and he walked off. Dick.

"Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay-of no less than a thousand words-describing to me who you think you are."

"Is this a test?" I asked when he threw some paper on my table.

"And when I say essay...I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Salvatore?" I looked up at him, and smirked.

"Crystal."

"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide not to come back."

The Nerd got up and started talking about how he didn't plan to. He got snapped at and sat down blushing. Tanner went on wit his usual speech.

"I got a question."

EPOV

I could tell the boy me was trouble. I knew when I saw him He would be.

"I got a question." Oh, no.

"Does Barry Manilow know you raid his closet?"

"I'll give the answer to that question, next Saturday, Mr. Salvatore." He walked out of room.

"Dick." The boy murmured.

I shifted in my seat, glad I was sitting with Matt and 'Salvatore' or whatever his name was.

"Who am I?" I heard Stefan whisper. "Who am I? I don't know..."

I heard a jacket rustle and assumed Salvatore was taking his off. I heard paper crumple and it went flying over my head.

Don't let him get to you, Elena. I thought.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah...nah, nah nah.." He started singing behind me.

"I can't believe this happening to us." Caroline whispered

"Oh, shit!" Salvatore shouted. "He's never done this before! What do you do if you gotta piss?"

I scoffed.

"Hey, homeboy. Yeah, why don't ya go close that door? And we'll have a little fun with the Barbie dolls."

I turned around and glared at him. He smirked and winked.

"Hey!" Matt yelled at him. "If I lose my temper, your dead."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Both of you shut up!" Me and Caroline yelled.

"Hey, Matt, right? Why are you in here? Miss a catch or something?"

"Look, guys, maybe we should just write our papers..." Stefan started quietly.

"Just because you live here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass." Mock hurt registered on his face.

"It's a free country."

"Damon..." Stefan said in warning tone.

"He's just doing it to get at you, Matt." Bonnie whispered. "Ignore him!"

"You couldn't ignore me if you tried."

"Just SHUT UP!" Tyler yelled. Oh, God. He was getting Tyler mad.

"What's going on in there!" Tanner yelled.

Damon, as Stefan called him, got up and walked over to the wheelchair ramp railing and sat on it.

"I say, we close that door and have ourselves a party without Tanner watching us."

"It's supposed to stay open, Damon." Stefan said. How did those two know each other?

"So?"

"Dude, just shut up. There are eight other people in this room you know."

"He can count!" Damon Said clapping.

"Who are you to judge anybody anyway?" Tyler asked, getting up.

"Ty..." Caroline whispered.

"You don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school." I saw Damon didn't say anything for a few minutes. Stefan shifted in his chair.

"Well, maybe I'll just run out and join some sports teams." He answered. I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up.

"Maybe the Prep club, too. Maybe even student Council."

"They wouldn't take you." Tyler muttered.

"I'm dying inside."

"Do you want to know why guys like you knock everything?" Caroline said.

"Oh, this'll be good..." Damon sighed.

"Because you're scarred!"

"Yeah, that's it. You have me all figured out, Blondie!"

"You're a coward!"

"I'm in the Math Club..." Stefan stated quietly. Damon's eyes flicked to him for a second.

"You're afraid they won't take you, so you talk shit about them all." Caroline finished, as if Stefan never spoke.

"Yeah, it has nothing to do with all you activities people being assholes does it?"

"You wouldn't know!" Bonnie deafened. "You don't know any of us!"

"I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs."

"Could you watch your language?" Matt said. He had strong beliefs that you shouldn't swear too much in front of a girl.

"I'm in the Physics club too..." Stefan said.

"What was that, Stefan?" Damon asked, looking up at him again.

"I said I was in the Math and Physics clubs. And Latin."

"Are any of you Barbies in the Physics club?"

"That's an Academic club." I answered. He looked down at me.

"So?"

"So it's not the same."

"To dorks like him they are. What do you do in your club?"

"Talk about Physics. The properties of physics..."

"That's social. Demented and sad, but social."

"You could consider it a social situation." Stefan said, talking a little louder, more confident. "There are other kids. And at the end of the year we have a, uh, banquet at the Hilton."

"You party?" Damon asked.

"Well...we dress up. but we don't...We don't drink or get high-"

"Only guys like you get high." Caroling muttered.

Stefan continued with some stupid story about shoes, trying to keep a fight from starting. He ended with a story about his cousin getting high and going'Twilight Zone' on everyone.

"Sounds like you." Damon glared at her and opened his mouth.

"If you guys keep talking, Tanners gonna come back in here." Tyler said. "I've got a meet next week and I'm not missing it because of you."

"Oh, that would be just horrible. Missing one little wrestling meet." Damon mock whined.

"You wouldn't know! You've never competed for anything in your whole life!" Tyler yelled. He was getting riled up again.

"And I'm so empty because of it. I have such respect for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys!"

Mr. Tanner started moving around in his office. Damon looked over his shoulder then came and sat between me and Matt, trying to look innocent. He was good at it. His eyes got wide and child-like, and a small smile fell on his lips. When Mr. Tanner went back to his office, Damon got up again.

"Damon, there's not supposed to be any monkey business." Stefan said.

"Young man have you finished you paper?" Damon asked him in a grown up voice.

"How do you know him?" I whispered to Stefan as Tyler and Caroline started picking at Damon again.

"I tutor him sometimes...and he's my cousin."

"You're related?"

"Yeah. Oh God." He said as the double doors slammed closed.