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A/N: Sorry this is later than when I usually up-date, my life's been sucking bott recently. I know the ending to this chapter sucks, in fact this whole chapter does, but the next one will be better...I hope. As always thanks so much for your reviews :)

Chapter 9

My day after that seemed to get worse as it went on. I slipped on the newly washed floor on my way to my locker; normally I would have noticed the newly cleaned floor, but the matter of my two weeks' worth of detention with Klaus and Sister Margaret kept me rather pre-occupied. I guessed, the janitors were still in search for the 'wet floor' sign which some kid had stolen to be funny – I wasn't the only one with a wet patch on my uniform.

I spent the rest of the day walking around with a wet patch—which turned into a dark stain—on the back of my skirt and endure the giggles from most of the underclassmen who made remarks such as 'It looks like she's peed herself'. I was annoyed and on the verge of mauling one of the youngers and decided to cool off in the courtyard, only to rip a hole in the back of my sock when I stood up from the bench. I figured I must have been a slug in a past life and karma was out to get me. When my final lesson came round I was so relieved that I was closer to ending the torture that had been the day.

I went in and took a seat at the back of the middle row. I hadn't been sitting there long when a girl approached me. She was pretty with long blond hair.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, signalling to the chair next to me. I'd never seen her before. I shook my head. "Would you mind if I sit next to you? It's just…I don't really know anyone and don't want to be the weird new kid who sits on her own." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked expectantly at me.

"Nope, be my guest."

She smiled, pulled out the chair and sat down, propping her elbows up on the table and resting her chin on her hands. She sat there fidgeting around in her chair and playing with her hands.

"I'm Caroline by the way," I said loudly in order to get her attention, "how come I haven't seen you before?"

She glanced out the corner of her eye to see if I was the one talking before turning her entire body to face me. She had a huge smile on her face and a look in her eyes that made me feel like she could see right through me. "I'm Lexi, I've just transferred here." The smile on her face grew if possible wider as she practically started bouncing in her seat.

"Have you made any friends yet?" I leaned my elbow on the table, resting my chin on the palm of my hand. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well if that's the case, you can come and sit with me and my friends at lunch, and that's not a request, it's an order." I smiled at her and she grinned back excitedly, making me a little cautious of her.

I spent some of the lesson talking to Lexi and the rest of it daydreaming. At the end of the class I said goodbye to her and headed for Sister Margaret's room. My thoughts of how bad the day had turned out to be and how I thought it couldn't possibly get worse were interrupted by a cold, wet feeling on my side. I pulled back my blazer to see one of the pens in my pocket had decided to leak its black ink all over my white shirt. Super.

"Crap," I muttered to myself, examining the stain on my once clean shirt.

"Bad day, huh?"

I spun round to see Klaus standing behind me. Seriously, that kid just seemed to pop up out of nowhere. "Bad is an understatement!" I exclaimed loudly, too drained to even think up a sarcastic comment to throw at him. I guess he sensed something wasn't exactly right due to my lack of insult and decided to be sympathetic.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I was kind of hoping your rebellious ways and sarcasm would have brought some life into the detention, but it looks like you're not in the mood so I'll have to find some other way to entertain myself."

I never thought it would happen, the day Klaus actually treated me like a human being and not some zoo attraction to make fun of. It was like the exorcist only it wasn't the devil who'd possessed Klaus, but another human being, a nicer one.

I rolled my eyes and started towards Sister Margaret's classroom. "Well it's nice to see our little bouts bring you some kind of joy."

"Well yeah. You just don't find them funny 'cause you take everything so personally." He said, a slight smile playing on his lips.

I laughed. I don't know why, but it was a genuine laugh. I guess there was truth in what he was saying, I just didn't want to admit it, but it wasn't that I didn't want to admit I took everything so personally, I knew that, but I didn't want to have to admit he was right…for once.

"No, I just find them arrogant. The only reason they amuse you is because you're the pain in the ass that starts them." I looked over to see him smile before turning his head to me.

"Not all the time."

"No, but most of the time." I stated, not even bothering to retaliate, and neither did he. He knew I was right and instead we laughed. We walked to Sister Margaret's in completely silence and it wasn't an awkward silence, but a comfortable one. We reached her classroom in good time to find the aged nun in a fluster, dashing about all over the place.

"You two, this week is becoming extremely hectic, wet floor signs disappearing, text books disappearing, pupils disappearing, graffiti." We both stood staring at her, wondering what the point of her useless information was. "So, I will be starting your two weeks worth of detention on Monday." She started, bustling past us. "Oh and Miss Forbes, please remove the stain from your blouse, fix your sock and make yourself presentable. You look like you've just been drafted out of war." With those final words she waddled off down the corridor.

For one of the very few times in my life I was speechless. I stood watching her disappear down the corridor, my mouth hanging open like a fish out of water.

"See you," Klaus called, turning to look at me with a smirk on his face before walking off towards the exit of the school.

I was in that much of a rage I didn't answer back and just stood there my mouth remaining open. I didn't know how she dared. I let out some form of 'Roar' and stormed from the school, kicking the floor every so often on the way to my car.

"Stupid bitch, who the hell does she think she is…" I muttered loudly to myself, grabbing my keys from my pocket.

"She's the head." A voice spoke from the direction of my car.

I looked up to see Klaus sitting on the hood, leaning back on his hands. "Get your ass off the hood of my car!" I shouted, waving my arms around in the air like a mad woman.

He smirked and casually hopped off. "Could I have a ride please?" he asked, the smirk he'd been supporting disappearing from his face and being replaced with a pleading puppy-dog eyed look.

I know I could have told him no, hit him with my bag before driving off and leaving him stranded at school, but I didn't, I was that fed up I couldn't even be bothered to get into a fight or debate as to why I wasn't going to give him a ride.

"Whatever, get in." I grumbled, unlocking the car and getting in, Klaus followed suit. "You going Damon's?"

"Yeah, sure," he mumbled, fiddling with the bag on his lap.

"Good. We'll go to mine so I can get changed and drop my stuff off, then we'll go to yours so you can do the same and we'll pick up Elena while we're there."

"Sounds good to me."

Even if he didn't want to do that it's not like he was actually going to argue after I kindly decided to give him a ride without any discussion or arguments. The journey was a silent one, Klaus could tell I was in a foul mood and was wise enough not to speak apart from to remind me to turn the wheel. We soon pulled up outside my house.

"Come on, I'm not letting you sit in the car on your own…no offence or anything but I don't trust you." I said, unclipping my seatbelt and looking at Klaus.

"Um, okay…" he replied slowly, doing the same and getting out the car.

Klaus had been in my house before, but he'd never been in my room, it was the only place when Damon and I were dating that we could go to truly be alone without anyone following or making inappropriate sexual comments. Elena knew to leave us alone after I explained to her that even though I loved my friends, Damon and I needed a little space from them so it could just be the two of us.

"Mom, I'm home!" I called, dropping my bag on the floor beside the door.

"How was your da—Oh, hello Niklaus." She smiled widely, a bowl of what looked like cake mix nestled under her arm.

"Hi Ms Forbes." Klaus greeted, flashing her one of his smiles that he reserved specifically for greeting parents.

"Please, call me Liz, how are you?"

"I'm very well thank you, yourself?"

"I'm doing fantastic thank you, how's your mom? She wasn't at book club last week."

"Sh—"

"—Look, as much as Klaus would love to chat with you, we've got places to go and people to see." I said ushering Klaus towards the stairs.

"Okay, okay." She said, holding her hands up defensively. I cast her an apologetic look whilst practically pushing Klaus up the stairs to which she smirked and winked. I shook my head and rolled my eyes before she returned to whatever she'd been doing. Klaus stood, back pressed up against the stair wall, allowing me to lead the way.

"You can sit in my room while I get changed," I said, suddenly realising how it sounded. "I'll be in the bathroom of course, I'm not gonna get changed in my room while you're in there." I corrected, making sure he understood what I mean and didn't get any funny ideas. I led him into my room, his eyes scanning around the place.

"Nice room," he commented, examining the items on my dresser.

"Thanks, you can just sit there," I signalled towards my bed. "You can have a small look around if you want but don't touch anything." I said to him before walking out of the room and into the bathroom. I came out a few minutes my hair looking ruffled, dressed in black skinny jeans, and a white floral blouse. I found Klaus lounging on my bed, his head rested on my pillow.

"Comfy are you?" I inquired as he smirked at me.

"Very, your bed's amazing." He complimented.

"Well lap it up while you can because you won't be on it again." I said, pointing my finger at him and putting on my shoes.

"Aww, and here's me thinking we'd be on it together at some point in time." He replied sarcastically, flashing me yet another enticing smirk.

"Haha, come on dreamer." I replied, grabbing my black jacket from the back of my chair. Klaus got up from my bed and we walked down to my car. Klaus hopped in the other side as someone caught my eye over the other side of the street – Lexi taking out the trash dressed in deep purple, black blouse and a black jacket with chains. Being such a kind and welcoming person, I invited her to come to Damon's. She accepted my invitation and hopped into the back of the car and Klaus joined her after I informed him how Elena would want to sit in the front and wouldn't hesitate to attack if she didn't get her own way.

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