Chapter 4

"I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine

I got a love and I know that it's all mine

Oh Ohhh

Do what you want but it's never gonna phase me

Sticks and stones are never gonna break me

Oh Ohhh"

Is what startled me out of the best sleep I've had in years. I reached over to the bedside table and fumbled with my phone trying to turn off what is possibly the most annoying song in the world, especially at six in the morning when all you want to do is sleep.

Which is why it makes such a great alarm.

I stayed in bed for about 5 more minutes before getting out and going to the bathroom knowing that I had a meeting with the principal at seven and school starts at 7:30.

It's times like this when I'm walking around all zombie like with my eyes half closed I wonder why I'm wasting my time going back to school. It's not like I need the education. But Caroline Forbes is a social butterfly and being cooped up in this mansion while I am in this town just won't work.

Even if this whole waking up early shit just isn't me. I am not by any means a morning person.

With a defeated sigh I walked out of the bedroom suite, though the small hallway that held a walk-in closet on each side and into the master bathroom.

The bathroom is honestly the most amazing bathroom I have ever step foot in. The walls are painted a cream yellow that sounds ugly, but is actually a beautiful and soothing color. The floor is made of light cream colored tiles that run up the steps that leads to the white bathtub that can hold at least two people and rests on the wall of the room that faces the entry door of the bathroom. On the left side of the tub is the shower that has clear double doors and the inside is made up of the same color of the tiles.

The room is pretty furniture free except for a curved, dark brown, floor to ceiling piece of furniture that seems to be for storing bed sheets, comforters, towels and all that other stuff. Or at least that's what I'm using it for. The piece also takes up all of the wall next to the shower. On the other side of the tub is a wood door that leads to a toilet. The bathroom also has two white sinks on opposite sides of the room. Each sink comes with its own long granite counter and a clear, large mirror that runs to the ceiling and is framed by, of course, granite.

I turned on the tap at one of the sinks, and splashed my face with cold water to fully wake myself up. Putting my hands flat against the smooth granite counter, I couldn't help but stare at my reflection in the giant mirror for a while. I look beautiful even though I have just woken up all thanks to the fact that I am a vampire. But my eyes, my usually beautiful sea green eyes, are now dull. All due to the stress I've been through for the past couple of years, my unhappiness and the fact that I haven't had coffee yet.

I walked out of the bathroom and headed to the clothes closet first and picked out a dress that Rebekah insisted I buy from one my favorite store Express when we went shopping the day before I came here. The dress, which I fell in love with the moment I saw it, is a neon yellow Geometric Lace Skater Dress that is tight on top and flares out to a couple inches above my knee with a skinny black belt to goes around my waist and gives me more curves. I then walked to my shoe closet and picked out my Jimmy Choo Black Patent Leather Decoy Booties that helped balanced out the brightness of the dress from the shelves. At the last minute I went back to the clothes closet and added a black leather jacket that has gold studs on the floppy collar.

I put everything on the bed when I got back to the bedroom suite before leaving the master suite. Finally I reached the kitchen and when I noticed the time I set to work on making my breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon with a cup of black coffee. I honestly hate plain black coffee but I know I will need as much caffeine as I could get to survive today.

After eating as fast as possible without choking, I put the dirty dishes in the sink before running back across the house, to my master suite, past the closest and into the bathroom where I stripped down and jumped in the shower.

I worked the surprising simple nobs to give me just the perfect temperature before washing my body with vanilla scented body wash and washing my hair with strawberry shampoo. When I finished I opened the clear door of the shower then stepped out, naked as the day I was born. Retrieving a soft, fluffy towel from one of the cabinets I dried myself off, then wrapping it around my body. A smaller towel was picked so I could dry my hair before wrapping said towel around it, then going back to the bedroom suite.

My dark brown dresser was already open so I could pick out my underwear. Simple black lacy hip-hugging underwear (in case the wind blew especially hard) with matching bra was my pick. After applying lotion and deodorant I put the undergarments then the outfit including the 5 inch leather booties which I knew I would regret sometime during the long day ahead of me.

With my clothes on I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and apply the little bit of makeup I wear. Mascara to elongate my lashes and black eyeliner put on in a wing tipped fashion that made my eyes pop. For eye shadow I settled for a light pink color that blended well with the skin on my eyelids and clear lip gloss that made it seem like I didn't have on any on my lips. As for my hair I parted it in the middle and then curled it down in loose curls after blow drying it.

Finally done with getting ready I picked up the black studded Christian Louboutin messenger bag that was hanging by the large wood sliding French double doors of my bedroom. The bag already contained a binder with lined paper, some pens and pencils and a magnetic planner for my locker.

I grabbed my phone from where it was charging on the nightstand and my headphones before stuffing them in the one of the small front pockets of the bag.

Hurrying up when I noticed the time I walked out of the house before locking up and heading towards the sexiest car in the world. To me anyway.

At 6:50 I found myself parking close to the school entrance. Breathing deeply I exited the car, making sure to focus my hearing on my own heartbeat, scared that I would do something stupid if I heard a mean comment. It's been a while since I've woken up this early and to say that I was in a bad mood would be an understatement.

It took me a while to find the main office because everybody was too busy ogling me to offer any help. When I got inside a strict looking pale women with cropped red hair, was sitting behind the desk. So assuming she is the secretary I walked up to her. She looked up at me the moment I walked up to her and I couldn't help but be freaked out by the intensity of her stare. Her lips were lifted up in what I could tell is a forced smile and the barely tamed malice in her eyes was obvious to anyone who knows what to look for. By her smell I could tell that she is human. Note to self - avoid her at all times, I thought to myself. The name plate on her desk read "Mrs. Argent"

"You must be the new student. Caroline Forbes, correct?" Her words were phrased like a question but the way she said it, made it a statement.

Nevertheless, I forced a bright smile on my face and answered her in the nicest way possible. Though the only thing I wanted was claw her face off.

"Yes Ma'am" I say nodding, she pursed her lips and gathered some papers that were on her desk into her hands before handing them to me and saying,

"Mr. Argent is dealing with some things and won't be able to meet you until later in the day. The papers in your hands are you're schedule, which has your locker number plus the combination, and a map of the school. Have a nice day and welcome to Beacon Hills." With those words in that creepy low voice of hers, she turned back to her computer and started typing. An obvious dismissal. I wondered if she is married or related to the principal in any way. That's the only way I can see her getting this job.

After sneering at her, I turned on my heel and walked out of the office.

The school is relatively small, but not as small as Mystic Falls High, so it took me a while to find the hallway where my locker is. I walked in long, purposeful confident strides until I finally I found locker number 236, which sadly was next to the stairwell that I went up to look for my locker before I came back down to the first floor. The entire time I was fuming on the inside as I listened to the comments of my new fellow students. "Omg the lucky bitch! She's so pretty. I wonder what her name is?" said a squeaky voiced short girl and "Damn I'd tap that." from a burly jock who before I became a vampire, I would've been be all over.

But for all their comments none of them actually came up and asked for my name or if I needed help finding my locker and classes. Seriously this town is not making a good impression. Only the two boys- Scott and Stiles- I met yesterday were remotely nice to me.

I finally opened up my locker and to my surprise, all the books that I would need were in the locker already. Guess that creepy lady in the office is a perfectionist. I pulled out all the books I would need for the first half of the day and stuffed them into my bag.

I was in the process of writing my classes in the planner that I brought with me when, "CAROLINE" was exclaimed somewhere in the hallway. I turned around and saw one of the boys I met yesterday-Stiles- rushing towards me, tripping over the foot of the Jock that said he would "tap that". I couldn't help the smile that stretched across my face when he reached me, happy to see a familiar face.

"Hey Stiles" I say as I gave him a side hug.

I momentarily turned around to finish writing in the planner before turning back around and smiling at him.

"You're a high school student and you remember my name." Stiles exclaimed as soon as I turned back around to face him.

"I'm only seventeen, you know." What a pile of lies "What? Do I look to old to be a high school student?" I question him with a teasing smile on my face

"Shit! That's not what...I mean-" He started stuttering and no matter how cute it was, I couldn't let him embarrass himself.

"Relax, I was just teasing."

He pursed his lips before grabbing my schedule out of my hands. I couldn't help the smile on my face as he looked at the piece of paper in his hands, nodding and muttering to himself.

"Alright, we have every period together except for third. So I can take you to first. It's kinda awesome that you're a junior with Scott and me."

I was about to say how awesome it was having most of my classes with him and Scott when I caught the last bit of his sentence. I snatched the paper out of his hand and right there on top in big black letters was the dreaded word. JUNIOR.

I didn't have time to say anything before the shrill bell sounded through the hallway. I didn't let Stiles add anything else before I said

"Can you tell me where first block is? I need to call my...friend. I might be late."

"Late to class on her first day? Rebel." He grins. "Go upstairs, first door on the right. I gotta go, Coach is gonna be on my case if I'm late." He continues, giving me a huge smile before running upstairs.

I waited until the hallway was basically empty before taking out my phone and finding the number I needed to call. Honestly I was surprised that steam wasn't coming out of my ears right now, that's how pissed off I feel right now. My anger was only added to when the sound of his voicemail reached my ears. Touchscreen phones do not work well when you are trying to angrily hang up the phone. Knowing that since he didn't answer me now, he was probably busy, I slammed the locker shut hard in hopes of getting rid of a bit of my anger.

Following Stiles' advice I went upstairs and stopped at the first door on the right.

Again with this idiotic nervousness. I'm a fucking vampire for shits sake. Yet here I stand shaking in my boots. It shouldn't matter that I haven't step foot in a school classroom in almost six years.

So after a brief prayer, I put on my big girl pants and opened the door.