Disclaimer: I own nothing but a warped imagination and a weird sense of humour.
A/N: This one's just a crappy filler, my brain's being selfish and doesn't want to share its ideas *le sigh. Thanks again for your reviews, they make me as happy as Larry...whoever he is :)
Chapter 6
"Hey, do you know where Klaus is?" Damon asked, walking next to me as I came from the classroom, late as usual.
"No. Why would I know where he is?" I snapped instinctively at Damon inquiring about Klaus' whereabouts to me. I was used to him making his usual remarks about how he believed I was completely head over heels in love with him.
"I was just asking, I thought he was in your class." He said, putting his hands up defensively in response to my little outburst.
"Sorry. He is, he left already." I cast my eyes sheepishly towards the polished floor.
"Oh," he replied, scratching the back of his head. "Well he better be at my car. I told him to wait for me at his locker or else I'd leave without him and he wasn't there."
"He's probably got detention for smoking on school property, already." I thought out loud.
"I actually wouldn't doubt that." Damon replied with a chuckle.
As he walked me to my locker I thought about the previous school year. In a way I kind of missed having him as a boyfriend; the way he would kiss me for no reason, hug me from behind and rub his nose against mine when I was mad at him and just generally treat me like I was the most special and beautiful girl on the face of the earth. I missed him and was still confused as to why he broke up with me; he hadn't actually given me a real reason.
He on the other hand didn't seem to be thinking about it at all. He was busy bouncing on the balls of his feet and whining for me to hurry up. When I finished at my locker he grabbed my hand, pulling me from the school into the parking lot, completely ignoring the fact I was having difficulty keeping up with his large strides.
He pulled me towards his car where three figures were waiting, one of them surrounded by a cloud of smoke, Klaus. Damon, unlike me, had actually managed to park right near the school which I found strange considering he was normally late.
"Good, I was gonna leave your ass if you weren't here." Damon's raise voice interrupted my train of thought.
Klaus rolled his eyes before running round to the passenger's side and shoving Stefan out the way, diving into the seat once Damon had unlocked the doors. Kol shook his head as he watched, grinning to himself before getting into the backseat. I cast Stefan a sympathetic look as he rubbed his elbow and slumped into the backseat with Kol.
"See you later doll." Damon sang as he got into the car. I waved half-heartedly, heading in the direction of my car as the sound of Listening to the sound of Damon pulling out of the parking lot, skidding onto the main road and turning the music up full blast.
The sound faded as I continued in the direction of my car, scrambling through my bag in an attempt to find my keys which I was forever losing. When I reached my parking spot I still hadn't found them and instead found Elena sitting on the hood of my car, staring up in a daze at the sky.
"Hey bitch! What have I told you about sitting on the hood of my car?! I don't want your butt groove in it!" I yelled loudly. She was obviously taken by surprise as she topped sideways, landing on the hard gravel with a thud and a grunt.
"Oww!" she whined, rubbing the side of her butt.
"You deserved it." I stated in a muffled voice, my head practically inside my bag searching for my keys.
"I love you?" she offered with a pout, standing up and dusting herself off.
"Aha!" I screeched, ignoring her apology and pulling my keys from my bag. She sighed loudly. I ignored her again, opened the car door and slumped into the driver's seat, sighing in relief.
"Bad lesson, huh?"
"The worst, stuck next to Klaus on a table with Philip and Gregory and for Chemistry of all classes!" I leant forward and banged my head on the steering wheel, regretting it immediately.
"Harsh." She muttered, propping her feet up.
I couldn't be bothered going into a little rage on how much I hated school, Klaus, Chemistry, Sister Margaret etc., so I started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I dropped Elena off and headed home. On my way up the path I managed to trip over fully and decided to sit on the floor and curse the world for a good few minutes before going indoors.
My mom was in her usual place, the kitchen. I dropped my bag and made for the stairs, I was barely three steps up in when she stopped me.
"Hey, how was your first day back?" she questioned. I sighed and went to stand in the doorway to the kitchen.
"The worst, stuck next to Klaus on a table with two geeks."
She let out a loud sigh. "I don't see why you're so horrible to that boy, he seems lovely."
I rolled my eyes. "To you maybe, but to me he's mean."
She sighed loudly, placing a dish back in the cupboard. "Well, you may not have had a good day, but at least you didn't get into trouble like last year…or every single year before that." I bit my lip, contemplating whether or not to tell her. "How you managed to get a detention on your first day is beyond me." She reminisced.
"Um, well that's the thing…I sort of did."
She opened the fridge door and started rummaging around inside. "What did you do this time?" she asked lazily, not even bothering to look at me.
"I was late for history," she didn't speak, instead poured some juice into a cup. "You're mad at me, aren't you?"
"No. I'm not mad." I let out a slight sigh. "Just disappointed," and with that she walked from the kitchen, juice cup in hand.
Those words hurt more than anything. I would have rather she'd shouted at me, told me exactly how angry she was, anything than have her tell me she was disappointed. It was like the first time I peed my pants when I was younger, because I was too busy playing outside to bother to come inside. The look on her face when she said those few words was like a knife in my heart. They hurt.
I shook my head, removing the words from my mind and left the kitchen doorway, going to my room and flopping down on the bed.
The rest of the night was its usual uneventful self. I attempted to draw a picture, but got bored. I moved onto doing homework but that also failed. After many attempts of trying to do something I decided I would watch a movie and go to sleep. Now that worked.
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