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A/N: Sorry this is a bit on the short side, my brain's being stubborn and refuses to share its ideas. Also, thank you for the reviews, I appreciate them lots and lots :)

Chapter 3

"Miss Gilbert! What is this profanity on your face?" a stern, raised familiar voice met our ears. We both jumped slightly and turned in our seats to see Sister Margaret standing behind the pew, towering over us.

She was a big-ish lady, dressed I full nun attire – the habit and everything. Most of the nuns just wore the veil, ankle length skirts, white shirts and navy blue cardigans…oh, don't forget the rosary beads. But no, not Sister Margaret. She had an extremely stern face for an old lady; her thin gold-framed glasses perched on the end of her nose. She was really tall as well which mean she looked down at pupils, something she seemingly took pleasure in doing as it made you feel extremely intimidated. Kind of like a giant evil penguin was about to eat you whole.

"And Miss Forbes, it looks as though you have decided to ignore school policy in what I presume you were hoping to be a more discrete way?" she looked down at me, a scowl on her face. "Both of you get to the bathrooms. I want your faces cleaned and both of you back here before the start of mass."

We stood up in our seats and squashed past the students who had already filled up the pew. "Stupid cow…" Elena muttered under her breath

"And Miss Gilbert," Sister Margaret added, Elena turned to face her, "run a comb through your hair, you look as if you've been dragged through a bush backwards." Elena's mouth dropped open before opening it and closing it a couple of times like a fish out of water.

Most of the student body had turned round to see what was going on, my eyes connecting briefly with Damon as he watched with an amused expression on his face. A grumbling noise came from Elena's throat, letting me know she was about to shout. I shoved her hard, urging her to keep moving. She shuffled forward as I continued pushing her, preventing her from turning round and cursing at the nun in person.

We made it to the bathrooms and proceeded in ridding our faces of the make-up. Once we were sure we were make-up free and Elena's hair was as flat as we were able to make it with the amount of hairspray she had on it, we returned to the chapel. The students who had filed into the pew after us had all moved along, taking up our original seats and leaving two right on the very end. We slumped down into our new places and the mass began.

The whole thing was uneventful. After our first attempt at conversation Sister Margaret chose to stand right behind us, preventing us from talking and snickering when the aged priest tried to sing parts of the Gospel. When we were dismissed we grabbed our bags and moved swiftly into the hallway so we could start our little rant about Sister Margaret.

"I can't believe she made us wash it off! She's like…she's like…like…The Devil!" I raised my voice in annoyance, ignoring the strange looks I was receiving from pupils coming from the chapel and holding room.

"Yeah, well be grateful 'The Devil' gave you the chance to wash it off. She didn't give back my leather jacket." His oh so calming voice hit my ears. I spun round quickly, so quickly in fact I'm pretty sure I gave myself whiplash.

"That's your fault for giving it to me." I retaliated, a pout forming on my lips.

"It's your fault for wearing it to school." He smiled in triumph. I had to smile too, he was too damn contagious. I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh, glad everything was back to normal.

"Well The Devil could have at least given it back at some point." I folded my arms and huffed, looking at the group of boys in front of me. One of them in particular caught my eyes, my blood boiling as my eyes landed on him. Klaus Mikaelson was standing there, his hair its usual annoyingly soft looking curly self and a smirk plastered on his face. "What the hell are you smirking at, Mikaelson?" I asked in annoyance, glaring directly at him. The smirk on his face failed to fade, or even flicker for that matter.

"I was just thinking," he started.

"That's a first," I scoffed with a slight snort, the concept of Klaus actually thinking being highly unbelievable.

"You should be glad she made you wash your face. At least now you've had your wash this semester." He finished, the smirk still on his face. My blood started to boil as I clenched my fists at my sides, my knuckles turning white. I wanted to punch him there and then, take him down on the ground and beat the crap out of him.

"Fuck you Mikaelson!"

"Language now, Caroline. We're outside the house of God. You don't want to go to hell now, do you?" he asked so calmly, arrogance drinking from each of his words. I was going to retaliate with some quip, a smartass remark, a really hurtful insult, but I was so mad all I managed was to make a noise somewhere between a roar and a scream before turning and storming off down the corridor, Elena in close pursuit carrying our bags.

"I've put your schedule in there," she said quietly handing me my bag. She knew better than to mention Klaus, it would only piss me off more, even if she was telling me to ignore him because he was an asshole. I snatched my bag from her and raided through it, finding my schedule which had somehow buried its way to the bottom of my bag. I forcefully grabbed hers from her hand and compared them.

"Only two damn classes together, Gym and Religion!" I yelled angrily, shoving Elena's schedule back at her with so much force she stumbled backwards slightly. I cast her a somewhat apologetic look and throw my bag in my locker once I'd taken out my equipment. Normally I would have been grateful for having just one class together, but I was in a horrible mood and they were my least favourite classes.

"Um, I've got English round the other side of the school so I better be going." She said quietly, closing her locker before turning to me. I mustered a small smile that she returned before walking down the corridor and disappearing into the stairwell. I sighed loudly, hitting the back of my head against the lockers. I didn't mean to take my anger out on Elena, it just sort of happened. She always seemed to be in the vicinity when I was suffering from my moments of what she called 'Klaus anger'. I took a deep breath, ensuring I was reasonably calm before heading off to English.

The bell hadn't gone when I arrived at my lesson, but the tables, which were set out in pairs, appeared to be full already. I looked around, wondering if I was actually in the right class, but then I noticed there was one free seat left – the one beside Klaus. I sighed and walked to the back of class, slumping down on the chair next to him, allowing my head to make almost immediate contact with the cold desk top. Bad luck was always coming in my direction; there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

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