RE–EDITED!

A/N: So here's chapter two of MINE… I've made you wait long enough for it… so here goes nothing.

Warning:

OC (don't know if I should really be warning you about this… but what the heck… OC)

Druggie!Jeremy.

Disclaimer: Nope

MINE: Jealousy, Is A Nasty Disease

Jeremy was standing in the line, waiting to get his lunch when Stacey Mackey—the same girl Tyler Lockwood was apparently in love with—walked over to him. She was smiling brightly, looking like she'd just won a million bucks which she must have in the none–cash way because she was now Tyler Lockwood's main girl.

"Hey Jeremy," she said in a cheery voice. There was something off about her smile though. It was almost like she was snubbing him or something. Jeremy couldn't for the life of him figure out why she would be snubbing him, why she was even taking to him in the first place. Stacey Mackey and Jeremy Gilbert where on opposite ends of the social ladder, she was Queen B head cheerleader, and he was weird kid who sits on his own. There really was no reason for them to be talking to each other… at all!

"Um… hey Stacey," Jeremy replied looking around then back at her awkwardly. There was a long awkward silence between them as they shuffled along the line.

"So guess what?" Stacey said her smile once more back. Jeremy actually sighed; because why the fuck was Stacey Mackey playing guessing games with him?

"What…?"

"Tyler Lockwood asked me out." Oh… so that's it, that's why she was talking to him. Of course that would be why she was talking to him.

"Oh… that's, uh nice… Um… why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be telling your friends or something?"

"I should… I did, like straight after he hung up the phone last night!"

"Awesome… I still don't get why you're telling me any of this." Stacey's smile dropped instantly then and her face turned serious, threatening.

"I just wanted to warn you. Whatever feeling you have for Tyler, keep them to yourself, because I'm now going to be Tyler's girlfriend and I don't want you drooling all over my boyfriend."

Jeremy felt like his heart stopped for a single moment before it started pounding in his chest. He looked around the cafeteria, nobody seemed to be paying attention to him which he was grateful for, but he was still freaking out because how the hell had Stacey fucking Mackey known that he had feelings for Tyler?

"He's my boyfriend now, Jeremy."

"Wh–what?" stuttered, his throat constricting painfully. He wanted to cry, but he would not, not in front of Stacey, not in the cafeteria where everyone would see him. Why make himself even more of a loser than he already was?

"I know you like him… as in… like him, like him. I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid, Gilbert. I swear to you, if you try anything funny to break me and Tyler up, I will expose you as the faggot you truly are… Clear?"

"I— —"

"We both know you want him… we both know you can't have him. He's not a fag like you; he'd never go for someone like you. So, I'm going to give you some friendly advice… just keep away… okay? If you do keep away, I won't have to expose you, your sister won't have to be ashamed because of her faggot brother and Tyler won't beat the shit out of you, which I know he will if he ever found out you were fantasizing about him. But if you don't… well, let's just say all of the mentioned will happen. So you'll keep away… right?"

Shit! Was all Jeremy could think, shit, shit, SHIT! She knew, Stacey knew and there was nothing Jeremy could about it but listen to her. She knew and she was going to expose him, she was going to tell everyone his deep dark secret. Tyler would hate him. He probably would beat the shit out of him too. Jeremy couldn't bear the thought of not being able to be friends with Tyler anymore. Tyler had become a part of his life, sort of.

"So you'll do as I say, right? You'll stay away from my boyfriend?"

Jeremy was quite for a moment, swallowing down the bile and the lump that had formed in his throat. "Okay," he whispered, looking down hard at the floor because he couldn't look at Stacey right now, couldn't look at anyone. "I'll keep away."

"Good!" She smiled brightly again, she looked almost nice. "Bye Jeremy. It was nice talking to you." Then she walked off and joined her friends at their table at the centre of the cafeteria.

Jeremy felt dizzy, he couldn't breathe. She knew! Oh heavens, she knew! She was going to use it against him if he even tried hang out with Tyler. Jeremy rushed out the cafeteria; he wasn't that hungry anymore, now he just felt like he was going to be sick. He ran past the students that were hanging around the hall and burst into the bathroom where he rushed to an empty stall and brought back what was left of his breakfast.

"Gilbert?" Shit! It was Tyler. What the hell did he want from Jeremy now? "Jeremy? Hey yow Gil— Oh, there you are."

"What do you want, Lockwood?" Jeremy asked weakly.

"Hey man, what's wrong? I just met up with Elena. She said you ran out the cafeteria after speaking to Stacey."

"Well I'm fine."

"Ah… No you aren't. Dude, you just threw up. How can you say your fine?"

"I am fine, Lockwood. Just leave me alone okay?" Jeremy got up and tried to push past Tyler, but he failed. Instead Tyler pushed him back into the stall and he too got in, shutting and locking the door then blocking it.

"What are you doing?"

"Sit."

"Tyler."

"Sit! Now!" Jeremy put down the seat and sat with a sigh. "So what's going on?"

"Nothing is going on."

"What did Stacey want?" If he told him about what she'd said, he'd be exposing himself, so he lied.

"She was just real excited that you ask her out. She wants everyone to know."

"That's all?"

"Yes. That's all. What else do you want her to say?" Tyler looked at the other boy, unconvinced. Jeremy fought back a cringe, he felt like Tyler could practically read his mind with the way he was looking at him. "It's nothing, Tyler, just let it go, okay?"

"Okay, fine. I'll let it go…" Tyler nodded then unlocked the door and opened it, letting them out. "What are you doing later?"

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you keep asking me what I'm doing later?"

"I'm just asking, Gilbert, no need to get defensive about it, damn."

"I'm going to be busy."

"With?"

"What does it matter to you, Tyler? I'm just going to be busy, okay." Jeremy rinsed his mouth out, and then stormed out of the bathroom, leaving a confused Tyler behind. When Jeremy got out he saw that Elena was waiting for him. Stacey was also there, though she acted like she was just looking for some stuff in her locker.

"Jere— —" Elena started her voice filled with worry for her brother.

"Don't, Elena, please," Jeremy cut in before she could say more. He didn't want her feeling sorry for him.

"What happened to you? What did Tyler say?"

"Nothing happened to me. And I don't care what Tyler had to say." Then he walked off.

"Jer!" Elena called as he walked away. "Jeremy!" But he continued to walk, out the school and to his old hang out spot where he used to sell drugs. He threw his backpack on the ground and sat down with a sigh. He spotted a class mate that was selling dope. The teen looked around; making sure no one was looking his way and then proceeded to walk over to the guy.

"Yow, Roger, you got any left?" he asked the guy. Roger Dodger—as the teen was known throughout the school because of his serious dodgy– nature—looked at Jeremy suspiciously.

"Why? I thought you stopped after Vicki died?"

"I was on a break, I'm back now."

"You gonna start supplying too? Man, I know you had the sickest dope." Jeremy shrugged.

"I might."

"'At'll be way wicked man. I miss your dope. I mean; my stuffs good too, but it ain't Gilbert–Glory." Jeremy smiled a little at the nickname his dope had gotten around the school.

"I'll think about it, Roger."

"Ayt man, you do that. Here." He gave Jeremy a small clear plastic that contained weed. "A little sweet persuasion, I get first batch of Gilbert–Glory when it makes its returns."

"Alright… thanks, Roger."

"Hey, no sweat if I can get the good stuff." The bell rang signalling the end of lunch and the start of lessons. "Later, dude."

"Yeah… Later, Roger." Roger walked back into school and Jeremy went back to his spot. He fixed up his little 'package' then began smoking it, letting the smoke fill him up before letting it out slowly… Sweet, he thought as it filled him, 'chilling' him. He forgot all about Stacey and her crazy bitch rant, he also forgot about Tyler… everything was just… mellow….

Jeremy stayed at his spot till the final bell rang. He got up from his spot and walked to Elena's car and waited for her. He was still a bit high, but he was fine with that, he was cool with that, he was relaxed.

"Hey," Elena said, smiling kindly like a good older sister. "Where'd you disappear to?"

"Nowhere," he said in a voice that was just a wee bit slurred. Elena caught it though, because she'd trained herself to detect that voice months ago when her brother had gotten into drugs. She looked at her brother who had his hoody drawn low so the only things that were visible were his nose and lips.

"What did you do?" she asked, somewhere between angry and worried.

"I didn't do anything." She walked to his side and pulled the hoody off. Jeremy looked away from her. He knew his eyes were probably still a bit puffy and red, nothing could be done about that.

"Did you smoke something?" she asked in a hushed voice, looking around to make sure nobody was listening in case staff got involved.

"No. Of course I didn't, Elena. I don't do that kinda stuff anymore."

"You're lying. You're… you're high!"

"I'm not high. I'm just… feeling good."

"Are you kidding me right now? Jeremy, you promised me and Jenna you wouldn't do this again. You gave us your word! Why?"

"Can't a teenage boy have a little fun?"

"You were doing drugs, on school property!"

"Yes, Elena. Can we just go home?"

"You promised you'd never do it again." Jeremy looked up and noticed that Tyler was walking towards them.

"Can we please just go home? You can shout at me all you want when we get there." Elena sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Fine, get in." Jeremy got into the car. Elena was taking her sweet time to get in because she'd just spotted Stefan who was walking towards the car in all his air of cool teenage boy.

Oh no please, Jeremy begged in his mind, he needed to get out of there, fast and Elena wasn't helping the situation. Tyler finally reached the car. He sauntered over to the passenger side and knocked on the window. Jeremy ignored him so Tyler knock a little louder, a little harder.

"Leave me alone, Lockwood," Jeremy said, still not looking towards Tyler. The door was suddenly yanked opened and Jeremy almost fell out since he'd been leaning on it. "The hell, Lockwood?" Jeremy didn't sound as angry as he would have if he wasn't still slightly doped up.

"Where'd you disappear to after lunch?"

"I was tired, so I decided to skip." Tyler sniffed the air carefully, eyes narrowing.

"Where you smoking?" Tyler asked, voice accusing and pissed.

Jeremy leaned forward on the seat, looking out the windshield at his sister, deliberately ignoring Tyler. Elena was busy talking to Stefan about something Jeremy didn't care to know about, probably something to do with Vampires.

"Jeremy!"

"No, Tyler, I was not smoking."

"You're lying. I can smell the stuff on you, Jeremy. Why? I thought you stopped."

"I was taking a break."

"Are you selling too?"

"I might." Jeremy shrugged lazily. He didn't have time for Tyler.

"Damn it, Jeremy, why?"

"Because I can, Lockwood. Why do you suddenly care so much what I do with my life, anyway? It's my life."

"Don't be an idiot, Jeremy. That stuff isn't good."

"No. It's great." Tyler sighed, shaking his head.

"Does Elena know?"

"Obviously Elena knows."

"And what did she say?"

"She is yet to give me a lecture about my life and how I'm throwing it away by doing drugs."

"And she'll be right. Come on, Gilbert, you're better than this."

"Yeah… that's all good and dandy ain't it." Jeremy looked towards his sister again. "ELENA!" he called.

"What?" she shouted back, looking at him with annoyance.

"Can we go now?" She glared at him but said nothing. She said good–bye to Stefan, giving him a kiss, then got into the car. "Bye, Lockwood." He shut the door and Elena drove them home. When she was about to start talking about his 'problem' he pulled out his iPod and began listening to music with his earphones. He so wasn't in the mood for her lectures.

…TBC…

Another done… whopass!

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