Thursday September 23rd, 2010

I'm in Mystic Falls for the first time since those few years ago. I'm instantly taken aback. It's still as beautiful as I remember. I'm on my way to Mystic Falls High to return Stefan's phone. I've just finished a photo shoot and was given the outfit I shot in. I'm in a lacy, burgundy top, a black, plaid punk skirt, and kick ass boots. I walk into the office, "Hi, can you tell me what class Stefan Salvatore is in?" I smile as sweetly as possible.

"I'm sorry. I can't give that information," the secretary says.

"I just wanna talk to him for a few minutes and I'll be on my way." I continue smiling.

"I'm sorry. I can-"

"Aren't you Kit Maven?" a man's voice says from behind me.

Turning around, I answer, "Yes I am. Anything I can do for you?" I smile.

"Do for me? You're here. It's an honor to have you in our school. What reason would you have for being here?" he asks flabbergasted.

"Thank you so much. I wanted to know what class Stefan Salvatore is in." I continue my sweet act.

"Oh, you're looking for Mr. Saltzman's class. I'll be happy to show you how to get there. If you'd follow me?" he asks beaming.

After thoroughly going through how to get to Mr. Saltzman's class, I'm making my way there now. As I'm walking towards the class, I hear footsteps behind me. Then, there it is, a swift firm grab of my ass. Turning on my heel, I push the assailant against the nearby wall. "Who do you think you are? Huh, who are you?" I shout.

"Damn, I knew it was you. You're way hotter in person. Guy's gotta try, right?" he says. Smug bastard.

"What's your name, because kneeing you would be useless, and you might like it if I told you to kiss my ass. So, what's your name?" I leer at him.

"If I'm correct, I'll take option 3 being I've already felt It." he smirks and I slap him. "You're feisty. I like that," he says.

"Tyler!" a man shouts, standing outside a classroom "Get to class. Now!" he shouts and I let him go.

"All in good fun, Mr. Saltzman." he says, putting his hands up. "I suspect I'll see you again. I'm a fan. I like your new stuff better." he smirks as he saunters off.

"I had that handled, you know." I say to Mr. Saltzman.

"He's a walking douche. Alaric Saltzman. What can I do you for?" he asks, holding his hand out to me.

"I'm looking for Stefan Salvatore." I say, shaking his hand.

"Come on in. Make yourself at home." he laughs.

"I only need him for a moment." I smile.

"Very well then." he says, opening the door for me, only to be welcomed by shouts and cheers.

"Hello, everybody." I wave while smiling. Then, I spot Stefan, Elena, and Bonnie. "Stefan, can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask.

He stands and walks out of the classroom with me.

"What's this about? Did you come to bust me out of school?" he laughs.

"You forgot your phone. Why do I get the feeling you did that on purpose?" I ask.

"Because, I didn't think you'd bring it here." he smiles.

"Well I did. Sue me. I thought a lot about what you said. Everything." I say.

"Come to a conclusion?" he asks.

"Katherine was there for me when I had nobody, Stefan. No matter what you or anybody else thinks, I won't believe that she's evil. I can't." I say.

"You may not know why, but she's using you for something. Can't you see that?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

"No, I won't believe that. She's done nothing but help me this entire time." I watch him carefully.

"How long have you known her?" he asks.

"A few years. We should get you back to class." I say taking his hand. Why am I so defensive?

Getting back to the classroom. "Thank you for letting me borrow your student." I smile.

"Not a problem. Come back any time." he smiles back.

"You know, when I was in school, History teachers didn't look like you." I smirk.

"Is that a good thing?" he asks.

"I might have paid more attention." I smirk. "Thanks again." I say walking out of the room.

"Wait up!" he calls, running after me.

"You wouldn't be looking for Damon, would you?" he asks.

"No. Why would you think I'd be?" I ask. What's he getting at?

"You came here for Stefan. I assumed." he says.

"Well I'm not. Thank you." I frown.

"If you are," he looks at his watch. "He's usually at Mystic Grill at this time. You can found him at the bar." he winks.