No One's POV

It was the first day of senior year, at least senior year for the Drakov siblings; Mystic Falls High School had been droning on in a monotonous, steady hum since mid-September already.

Abigail was both excited and dreading the day; mainly because of a certain Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie clique that was apparently insistent on making her senior year the classic Mean Girls movie drama. It wasn't that Abigail was shy by any means, or had a hard time making other friends, but it was annoying to have to deal with the trio.

"Ready Abby?" Asen says, nudging his sister lightly as he opens her car door for his sister, both him and Mikol coming in their car while Abigail had chosen to drive her own; she had always preferred it that way, much to the dislike of the Guardians.

"Ready as I always am." Abigail smiles cheerily, stepping out and throwing her backpack over her shoulders and grabbing her cheer bag from her back seat.

In a small town and an even more close knit high school, it would be safe to say that new students were a rarity; it was almost like one of those cheesy high school movies where everyone stopped and stared.

"This isn't cliché at all." Mikol mutters with a less than concealed eye roll, scoffing a little as several guys stare at his sister and sworn charge.

"Well hello there, angel!" Kol suddenly pipes up, sliding up to Abigail, appearing out of nowhere, sending a few well-placed glares in the direction of a few guys staring at his mate, not that she knew that. "Fancy seeing you here, darling! Come here often?"

"You're insufferable…" Abigail offers back as Kol swings an arm around her, easily plucking her cheer bag from her shoulder and smooching her cheek almost obnoxiously.

"I'd like to think I'm adorable." Kol smiles back cheekily, his roguish smirk appearing on his face.

"Maybe a smidge." Abigail concedes as they continue to walk into school fingers indicating a little.

"Rude." Kol squawks.

"Drama queen." Abigail giggles lightly. "Come on. I need my schedule. Where's your sister?" Adds, talking conversationally, her brothers following her in.

"Fixing her hair. Sisters are such a pain!" Kol sighs dramatically, causing Abigail to roll her eyes at his dramatics.

"Abigail, right?" A dark blond, almost bronze, if given the correct lighting, slim, but muscular built, male asks, appearing in Abigail and her brothers' path, clearly intent on intercepting them.

"Depends on who's asking." Abigail asks, tilting her head in response, her quick words silencing any response her brothers could answer with, knowing their reactions could be vastly over protective.

"Stefan, Stefan-"

"Salvatore. The youngest Salvatore." Abigail cuts off, nodding once, almost to herself. "Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend? The doppelganger? Or are you sent out to check out behind enemy lines?"

"We're not together right now… We're- taking a break. It's- never mind." Stefan corrects, then hesitates, almost as if he's not sure he should be telling Abigail this.

"Hmm. Not my business. Okay. I don't really care either way. Now, not to be too terribly rude. But, what do you want? Elena and her friends, haven't exactly been… How shall I phrase this? They haven't exactly rolled out the red carpet…" Abigail raises an eyebrow to the youngest Salvatore brother.

"Not here." Stefan shifts his gaze slightly. "Can we talk? Privately maybe?" His gaze looks a little shifty, nervousness, anxiousness perhaps.

"Not a chance." Kol hisses, automatically stepping forward threateningly.

"Why?" Mikol challenges, chest immediately puffing out intimidatingly.

"I don't- I don't want any trouble or to fight. Please. Can we talk?" He tries again.

"Fine." Abigail nods once in confirmation. "Mikol, Asen grab our schedules, locker numbers, and combos. Make sure father set everything straight. Kol can come with me."

"Abby-" Mikol starts.

"Enough. I've made my decision. Kol can protect me." Abigail cuts off, tone defined.

"As you wish." Mikol mumbles, giving his sister and charge a slight nod before walking off, Asen trailing reluctantly, clearly unhappy about the order, hearing the clear order in the last Dragomir's tone.

"Okay, let's talk. But just so you know, if it is anything else but talking, I will let Kol loose. And I guarantee you won't like that outcome." Abigail warns, following Stefan to a more secluded hallway.

"I'm not, okay. I just want to talk." Stefan promises.

"Okay."

"Drakov, that's a pretty unique last name, right?" Stefan begins. "Your brothers are on the football team with Tyler and Matt. And, well, Tyler is Caroline's boyfriend, so..." At that last part Stefan makes a shrugging motion as if to indicate that's where he got the information.

"Your point?" Abigail asks.

"My point is… Well, Elena hasn't shut up about the Drakov siblings since you and your brothers came into town. I honestly don't know why. But, either way… It got me thinking, and I did some of my own, shall I say, research… You didn't just move into town just because." Stefan implies.

"I'm fairly sure I don't have any idea what you mean, Stefan Salvatore." Abigail replies evenly. "Now, I would like to not be late on my first day at a new school."

"Is there something that we need to be prepared for?" Stefan asks as Abigail begins to walk away with Kol hot on her heels. "Because from where I'm standing, it's clear the Originals are on your side, whatever side that may be, and that there is something coming… Something big."

"There are no sides, Stefan. Unless you count Elena and her friends being prejudice without cause. So why don't you be prepared to reign them in a bit?" Abigail can't help but snark a little. "That might help."

"My brother, Damon, he's very protective over Elena now. Even if I'm out of the picture somewhat… And if he thinks that you and your siblings might be a problem, he'll do something about it." Stefan warns.

"Was that a threat?" Kol snarls, spinning back to glare at Stefan, chest puffing out a little and eyes flashing darkly in warning.

"Kol." Abigail turns back, catching Kol by the sleeve before he can actually lunge at the youngest Salvatore.

Kol hisses lightly, glaring once more for good measure before stalking back to his mate's side, inner vampire snarling and puffed in protective instincts.

"Come on, Abby." Kol mutters, gripping Abigail's elbow lightly and nudging her back out towards the busy, crowded hall now filled with students. "I bet your brothers have your schedule."

I got a question... I took Damon attacking Abigail out of my story line... It was earlier on in the chapter. It didn't fit anymore & I just thought it was a little cliche. Abigail is already more of a Mary Sue that I'd like (and more than any other OCs than I've created). :P And that just made it more so.

Anyways, how are my edits doing guys? Hopefully this story can be salvaged! Haha! It is, after all, the first one I ever posted on Fanfiction! I don't want to give up on it!

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