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Amy Thomas wasn't generally the kind of girl that got in trouble.

She had good grades, and tried to be a responsible person.

So she wasn't exactly sure why she was in the janitor's closet, when really, she should be in gym class, or why she was letting Damon Salvatore, the exact definition of trouble, run his hand under her skirt, while kissing down his neck.

She pulled away slightly, to look at him.

His eyes were burning, as if they could see through her, and were so blue with lust that it made it easy to ignore the scar that ran down his face.

Not that he wasn't gorgeous anyway.

He smirked at her, before leaning in to kiss her.

She let her hands drift down his toned stomach, before reaching the hem of his pants. She fumbled, reaching the button, and worked to undo it.

Until Damon grasped her wrist.

She inhaled, as he pinned her arm against the wall, forcefully.

"Sorry," he stated roughly, "I'm a one trick pony, babe. No touching."

Then he was kissing her neck, again.

And she let him, even though she should know better.

Because Damon was far from the kind of boy she should be hanging out with in a janitor's closet.

He was rude, blunt, sarcastic, and that was just to the adults.

He picked fights with anyone who so much as looked at him wrong, and had quite the reputation for getting girls to skip class.

Amy herself had once wondered who would waste their time on such a guy.

Until she'd been roped in, as well.

Maybe it was the tragic backstory.

Damon did, after all, live at the Second Chance Refuge Center, along with a handful of other kids who also went to Mystic Falls High.

It was a home for abused kids, who had nowhere else to go, and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

It's not like Damon gave himself that scar.

And truthfully, though it was sad, she saw the same appeal as the other girls.

The chance to fix what was broken.

Not that Damon would allow himself to be seen so weak.

Another part of his charm.

But her being in this closet with him, today, really wasn't about any of that.

It was about her.

Elena Gilbert.

Amy had heard the rumors, and had seen the scars on Elena's body in the locker room, but something inside her wouldn't let her feel sorry for the girl.

Elena was perfection.

Long legs, tan skin, smart, beautiful, popular, and a cheerleader to boot.

Everything that Amy wished she could be.

So when Elena started dating Matt Donovan, Amy's crush since middle school, she'd been heartbroken.

How could one person have everything?

It wasn't fair.

So Amy had set her eyes on Damon, instead.

Everyone knew that he and Elena were inseparable. Best friends.

But considering the fact that Elena had dated a number of boys, and many girls had explained, in detail, what Damon did to them, under the bleachers, Amy had the feeling that jealously wouldn't be an issue.

This was more of a personal goal.

Because as Damon kissed her, she knew she held his attention.

As his fingers slipped under her panties, she knew she had something that Elena Gilbert didn't.

And the fact that Elena loved Damon, even if only as a friend, made it that much better.

And though it was petty, it made skipping gym completely worth it.


Elena couldn't believe practice was taking so long.

They weren't even working on new routines, and there was so much homework she could be doing instead.

That was Second Chance's one rule when it came to jobs or extracurricular activities.

Grades had to come first.

Though she couldn't entirely complain, seeing as the football team was practicing right behind them.

She glanced over, wondering if she'd catch a glimpse of Matt, her new boyfriend.

He was the quarterback after all, so he probably should be on the field.

Unfortunately, her attention was diverted when the cheer coach called practice to an end.

Caroline came up next to her as they walked toward the locker room.

"Sooo," her blonde best friend started, "It's done! You and Matt are the official "it" couple of Mystic Falls High! I so called this one."

Elena laughed, "We've only been together a week, Caroline. Take a breath before planning the wedding."

The girl grinned, "Don't ruin my fun."

Elena shook her head as they reached the locker room and began to change outfits.

She threw the uniform into her bag, and sighed, "I'm so ready to get back to our room. My feet are killing me and I have a three page essay due at the end of the week."

Caroline was checking her hair in her pocket mirror, as the other girls chatted around them.

"Well, hate to burst your bubble, but going back to our room has to wait another twenty minutes."

Elena's brows furrowed, "Why?"

"Damon has detention again, and if we go home, he'll just end up calling you, and you'll end up talking me into driving back up here to pick his ass up."

Elena laughed, "Can you tell we've done this a few times?"

"A few?" Caroline challenged, "Try a lot."

Elena sighed, "So what did he do this time?"

"Got busted in the janitor's closet again. I swear, you think he'd find a less obvious hiding place to spread his manslut cooties."

Elena smirked, "Well knowing Damon, it's not for lack of effort."

She zipped up her bag, before throwing it over her shoulder, "Come on. I'll find a way to bail him out. I'm tired of being at school."

Caroline nodded, picking up her own bag, and following.


After throwing their stuff in the back of Caroline's car, the two girls made their way to the school's main building.

Elena reached the detention room first, and glanced through the door's window to see who was supervising.

Mrs. Tanner.

Perfect.

She was one of the nicer teachers at the school.

Elena knocked lightly, before opening the door.

All eyes turned to her, and she smirked at Damon's knowing look.

"Elena," Mrs. Tanner smiled, "What can I do for you, sweetie?"

Elena put on her best innocent face, "Hi, , I was wondering if I could steal Damon a little early. The refuge is having a mandatory room inspection, and he needs to be present for it."

Mrs. Tanner nodded, "Of course. Do you have a note from SC?"

Elena paused, trying to think fast.

"No ma'am," she blinked, "I wasn't aware that one was needed. I'm sure I could get someone at the Second Chance office to fax it to you, though, if it's an issue."

Luckily, her wide doe eyes were convincing enough, and Mrs. Tanner just waved her off, "Oh, don't trouble yourself, just be sure to have one next time."

She grinned, "Yes ma'am, I'll let our housing leaders know."

"Good girl. Alright Damon, you can go."

Damon stood, slinging his bag strap over his chest, "See you next week then, Susan?"

The older woman smiled, but shook her head, "I sincerely hope not, Damon. And for the record, you are required to call me Mrs. Tanner."

Damon smirked, "I love it when you get all bossy."

"Go Salvatore. Before I change my mind," Mrs. Tanner laughed, along with a few of the other students.

Damon winked, then finally let Elena pull him from the room, saying, with casual assurance, "She so wants me."

Elena could only roll her eyes.


"Took you long enough," Caroline complained, once they reached the hall.

"Sorry," Elena huffed, "Damon was a little too preoccupied with flirting to help us rescue him."

"Hey, I can't help that she's hot for me," Damon defended.

"Uhhu," Elena smirked.

He threw an arm around Elena's shoulder, "When did we start having room inspections, by the way?"

Elena smiled at him, as they stepped outside, "Today."

Damon grinned, "You little liar."

"Hey, you got released, didn't you?" She pointed out, and he nodded, "That I did."


They made it out to Caroline's car in record time, and we're soon pulling out of the parking lot.

Damon leaned forward from the back seat, "Are you two hungry? Because I could really go for some cheese fries right now."

Elena turned, looking back at him, "I didn't bust you so we could go out, you know. I have a mountain of homework that needs to be done."

Damon smiled, "Look at you, being all responsible."

She gave him a look, "More like I like my new job, and I have to keep up my grades up if I want to keep it."

He smirked, "That's why you need a job that SC doesn't know about."

Caroline cut in, "Just because you insist on being arrested before you're thirty doesn't mean all the rest of us do."

He shrugged, "Say what you want, Blondie, but the truth is, the garage pays me good enough to take care of what I need, and I can work during my study periods. So Second Chance has no say in it."

"Well, thanks to my AP classes, I don't have very many study periods," Elena reminded him, "and my job isn't right down the road from the school."

He leaned back in his seat, "You're such a nerd, Gilbert."

"And you're a pain in the ass," she retorted.

He grinned, "You love me for it."

"I love you, despite it," she corrected.

"So hurtful," he mocked, "Really, you wound me."

"Doubtful," she shot, "Your head's too thick to be wounded so easily."

His eyes gleamed, "Why don't you come back here and say that too my face."

She rose a brow, "You think I won't?"

He smirked challengingly, and she threw off her seat belt, turning to climb into the back seat.

Caroline hit her leg as she maneuvered, "Elena! If I get pulled over because of you two, you're sleeping outside!"

"Eyes on the road, Blondie," Damon shot, as he pulled Elena into the back.

She landed awkwardly in his lap, which he then took advantage of, tickling her sides.

She screamed in laughter, fighting against him, kicking the back of Caroline's seat in the process, earning a shrill "Elena!", but was able to upright herself, and grabbed his arms.

They struggled for a moment, until she managed to plant herself in his lap, straddling him.

He grinned, "And what did you plan to do from here, angel?"

She held his gaze, repeating, "You have a thick head. And an even thicker ego."

That smile held, "You say that like it's a bad thing."

His eyes darkened and for some reason, her mouth went dry.

"Guys!" Caroline complained, "Can you please get in your seats! This is illegal!"

Elena smirked, before moving out of Damon's lap, settling next to him.

"Told you I'd do it."

He just grinned, "Still doesn't make up for not getting fries with me.

She put on her seat belt, rolling her eyes, "We can order pizza later. How about that?"

Damon considered it, before nodding, "Fine, but you're paying."

She stuck her tongue out at him, "Ass."

A wink was his only retaliation.


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