Last night i kept tossing and turning, my thought with Stefan and Damon. I knew that Stefan wouldnt kill Damon, he couldnt, he's too kind and loving, that and the fact that the guilt would eat him alive for all eternity, but i couldnt help but worry. Even if he doesnt kill Damon that doesnt mean that he wont hurt him, and i wouldnt even blame him, i'd do the same thing, but the hurt Stefan must be going through. He lost his best friend, the one person who he trusted with every inch of his being was taken away from him. I couldnt even begin to imagine what i would be like if Vicki was killed.
A shiver ran up my spine and an image of Vicki wearing a vampire costume flashed through my mind, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. I shook my head and rolled out of bed.
I was eager to get to school. I needed to see Stefan, i needed him to tell me that he was okay, i knew he wouldnt be but i just needed to hear it.
I had avoided Elena all last night and this morning, feeling guilty about leaving with Stefan last night, even though it was under bad circumstances, i still felt the guilt. I was also weary of the fact that Elena might not know about Lexi death and i didnt feel like i was the person to tell her. I knew she'd have questions about last night, but they're questions i cant answer, questions i wouldnt answer.
Reaching the school grounds my eyes scanned carefully the grass areas looking for Stefan. My shoulders sagged in dissapointment when i couldnt spot him and continued my way to history. Entering the classroom i noticed a man no older than about 30 standing behind Mr Tanner's old desk, and he was cute for an older guy. He gave me a small smile and turned to face the board. I felt my cheeks heat up, so i put my head down and hurried over to my seat. Once everyone was seated he turned to face us again. "Good moring everyone. I'm, Alaric Saltzman. It's a mouthful. I know, it doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Saltzman is of German origins. My family emigrated here in 1755 to Texas. I, however was born and raised in Boston. Now, the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-great-grand-father i will never be able to thank enough," I giggled slightly, " You'll probley want to pronounce it 'Alaaric' but it;s 'Alaric', okay. So you can just call me Ric," He paused and smiled at the class. "I'm your new History teacher." I liked him immediatly and he surprisingly knew what he was talking about througout the lesson, plus he was much nicer than Tanner ever was.
History seemed to fly by and i found my self once again enjoying History. Ric asked for me to stay behind after lesson, saying he needed a word with me. When everyone started to leave i grabbed my back-pack and swung it over my shoulder, sulking slowly towards the front. Whenever teachers needs to have a word with me its never good, although i dont recall doing anything telling off worthy this morning. I reached his desk all to quickly for my liking and just stood there waiting for him to tell me off. But he didnt. He just smiled up at me. "Take a seat, Lillie-Ann." He said gusturing towards one of the front row seats. I hurried over and sat in the one oposite him. "It's just Lillie or Ann, eithers fine." I replied with a small smile. "Okay, Lillie it is. Anyway we are just waiting for one more person." I fidgeted in my seat before i couldnt hold it in any longer and i blurted, "Am i in trouble, sir?" He just chuckled and shook his head. "No, of course not." I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed abit more into the plastic chair. After a few moments of silence Jeremy walked through the door, both of us sending questioning glances at each other. "Hey Mister Saltzman. You wanted to see me?" Jeremy asked staanding awkwardly by the door, looking ready to book it any moment. "Please take a seat next to your sister." "Really, next to me? Can't he sit at the back?" I whined jokingly. Jeremy sending a playful glare in my direction, i just grinned up at him as he pulled out the seat next to me, sliding it so that our two chairs were touching. I glared at him, "Reallly?" He just shrugged. I rolled my eyes and turned to the front. "You know that your old teacher had a jackass file?" Ric said as he walked around and purched himself on the edge of his desk. I raised an eyebrow and Ric put his hands up in surrender. "No joke. It's typed on a label. It has all the ... trouble makers in it or, well, more specifically," He pointed at me and jeremy, "You two." I scoffed. "Troublemakers? Hardly...Why are you telling us this?" "Because i'm giving you a clean slate, but your grades..." "I know it's been a rough couple of months, but Ive been trying ot turn things around." Jeremy spoke as he pointedly let his eyes wonder to me. "Hey! I've been trying to, just in my own way." I defended, crossing my arms over my chest. Jeremy nodded sarcastically. "Your grade isnt going to improve because a half fail is pretty bleak, but i know a way of improving that if you guys are willing." He paused briefly, his eyes flickering from me to Jeremy. " How do you feel about extra credit?" he asked. Jeremy was straight in there with a 'yes', whilst i took a few moments to think. I stared straight as i thought it over and could feel Jeremy glaring holes into the side of my head. I reluctantly nodded. "Okay, sure, what do i have to do?" "Good. Write me a paper together." "About what?" "History. Pick a topic. Keep it local and no Wikipedia. These old town have a rich history so just...get your hands dirty, make it good and you're back on track. Deal?" Ric watched us as we thought and i shrugged. "Sounds good, huh, Jer?" He smiled at me and nodded. "Great, you've got a week to get it in."
"Yeah, we have to write a paper. What am i gunna do Jenna? You know i suck at writing papers, probley why i failed english last year." I groaned placing my head on my arms that was spayed out across the Grill's table we were seated at. Jenna laughed, "How can you have trouble with a paper. All you have to do is write about evreything you've found out about your given topic." My head shot up and i pouted. "That's where i go wrong, i start off fine and then i start talking about the little details and then gradually i get off topic and end up on something compleetly irrelivant...Then comes the failing." I groaned again dramatically. Jeremy laughed from beside us, as he nudged me in the ribs with his elbow. I jerk up and squirmed away from his prodding fingers. "Stop it." I whined, batting at his hands. He just continued to laugh. "Naw, dont worry about it, Lils, we're doing it together, remember?" I smiled at him. It was good to have him back to normal. I looked over at Jenna who was staring behind me and Jeremy, gawking at someone. "I like a man who can dine alone. A quiet strength." She let out a sigh. Me and Jeremy twisted in our seats to find the guy who caught Aunt Jenna's eye and was surprised to see Alric. Jeremy lowly chuckled as we turned back to Jenna. "That's our history teacher. The one giving us a second chance." I told her. " I thought you were still in that whole Logan depression thing?" Jeremy said to her. Jenna shook her head and leaned back in the booth, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've sworn off men forever, but that doesn't mean i cant observe them from a safe distance." "Good thinking." I grinned at her. "So have you two thought of a topic yet?" Jenna asked, giving us her full attention. "Nah, not yet, it has to be local and there's no internet allowed... I'm so gunna fail this!" I cried buring my face into Jeremy's shoulder. "Why dont you just use your dads stuff?" Jenna asked. I looked up at Jeremy and tutted. "Why couldnt you have thought of that?" He shook my head and looked at Aunt Jenna." "What stuff?" "He's got everything from the family lineage. Your dad really loved history, just like you, Lillie." I smiled sadly. " I know. He used to read me stories about all our ancestors, but he seemed to have a Jonathan Gilbert. He used to read me extracts from his jurnal most nights, it was interesting but Jonathan had some serious sanity issues." I shrugged lightly as the end and stired my straw around in my coke, avoided eye contact with everyone. "I didn't know you liked history." Jeremy spoke from beside me.I looked upo at him. "Yeah no one really did, dad got me into it. I was planning on doing something with history later in life, go to college and uni to study it, I wanted to make dad proud... But then they died." I suddenly felt uncomfortable, and looked around. I quickly stood up from the table andgrabbed my bag. " You know what, i'm just gunna go home. i'll see you guys later." I didnt wait for them to say anything and rushed outside into the night.