Later, I entered my math classroom, a little bit after the bell. I had tried to talk to Jeremy, but he just blew me off saying it was his life and why did I even care? Elena and I weren't even that close.

The math teacher, Mr. Mason, was not very lenient on students who were late- even if it was just a little late- so she wasn't surprised when she saw the scowl on Mr. Mason's face. The students, who were in the classroom already, were chuckling quietly to themselves. I couldn't help but to flush slightly. I hated when people laughed at me.

"Sorry, Mr. Mason," I apologized, still blushing a little. "I had, uh, to help Mr. Tanner with something." I flinched at how easy it was to lie. My mom hated lying, and her trait had rubbed off on me, I guess.

He huffed and the scowl on his face deepened. I bit my bottom lip, hoping that he would believe my lie. Finally, he sighed.

"Just sit down Miss Forbes, just don't be late again," Mr. Tanner said warningly. "I have been lenient with you because of what happened this summer but this is the last time, got it?"

I let out a sigh and nodded, my arms tightening around the math book I was holding. "Yes, Mr. Mason."

Mason gave a curt nod and I went to my seat, sitting down in it. The guy who was sitting beside me whispered,

"Maybe if you didn't keep your head in the clouds you wouldn't be late Forbes."

It was Tyler Lockwood, one of the most arrogant and biggest jerks in Mystic Falls High. I couldn't stand him.

"Oh shut up Tyler," I hissed angrily.

He is such a jerk! How does Matt deal with him? I thought to myself. I was suddenly pissed off. He usually did that to me.

Stupid Tyler. I grumbled in my head.

He just smirked and moved back. I stared at him with a scowl on my face. Mr. Mason opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by someone else coming into the room. I looked away from Tyler and my mouth dropped slightly. It was a guy…he was so hot. For some reason, I felt like I should know this guy, but I didn't know why. Mr. Mason sounded annoyed as he asked the new student,

"Who are you?"

"Stefan Salvatore."

I let out a loud gasp. Everyone turned and looked at me. Even Stefan. I laughed nervously, feeling the room's eyes on me. I usually don't mind the spotlight- I'm a cheerleader for god's sake- but the look on Stefan's face made me feel nervous for some reason. I figured it had to do with the fact that this was Zach's uncle and that he was a vampire. Either way, I didn't like it.

"Sorry," I apologized with a shrug. I heard Tyler chuckle quietly beside me, obviously loving the nervous and embarrassed version of me.

Mr. Mason ignored me, thankfully, as he looked back at Stefan.

"Right the new kid," he said, pointing out the obvious. He gestured to the seats, "Go ahead and find yourself a seat."

Stefan nodded as he went to sit down in the empty seat on the other side of me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I wasn't sure if I should be afraid of him or not. I definitely felt that I shouldn't make eye contact with him, who knows why. With that, Mr. Mason started teaching the class. I couldn't really pay attention to the lesson today. Math wasn't my strong suit- so I usually didn't pay attention anyways-, which is bad because I failed the class last year.

Which was why you have to take it again, and pass this time, a small voice reminded me.

Despite my mental reminder, I spent my time glancing at Stefan from the corner of my eye, trying to figure him out without making it too entirely obvious. He didn't seem to notice me staring… or at least I don't think he did. Thankfully, Mr. Mason didn't notice my staring either, because that would be bad. One moment of ridicule was more than enough for one day. Finally, the class was over and Stefan was the first one out the door. Before he left, he looked at me intensely. I met his gaze this time, my heart skipping a beat at the intensity. It only lasted for a moment. I quickly grabbed my stuff and made my way out of the classroom.

I bumped into Tyler by accident and he exclaimed loudly, "Hey! Pay attention to where you're going Forbes!" He glared at me and I glared right back.

Thankfully that interruption didn't last long, so Stefan wasn't that far ahead of her. I followed Stefan to his locker. It was a couple lockers down from mine, so he got a clear view of Elena. She was standing at her locker and staring at Stefan with those flirty eyes of hers. I rolled my eyes. She better be glad that Matt wasn't there… Rolling her eyes once more, I went up to Stefan, greeting him brightly.

"Hi Stefan, I'm Caroline, Zach's goddaughter," I said, hoping that he was friendly.

He just nodded, not even paying attention to her. He was too busy staring at Elena. I tried again to get him to speak, but every time I tried, I only got a nod. I huffed, crossed my arms and scowled at Stefan.

I just hate being ignored. He didn't even look at me still, so I rolled my eyes. Screw it.

I gave up and passed Elena, who was on her way over to Stefan. I made my way to Bonnie who at her locker. I started ranting to Bonnie, immediately causing her best friend to jump.

"I just met Stefan, you know, the guy I told you about who's coming to live with Zach?" I crossed my arms across my chest, throwing a rather nasty glare his direction.

"Uh yeah," she said with a nod. She looked confused on what I was pissed off about.

"I was trying to be nice and he just ignores me and just stares at Elena! I mean seriously, what's so special about her? And low and behold, she was staring right back! I mean she's with Matt for God's sake!" I continued, not noticing my voice raise in volume.

Bonnie opened her mouth to interrupt me, but I continued,

"Matt's a sweet guy, he doesn't deserve to be cheated on! But no!- Elena thinks she can just get away with every single thing that she does. God knows how her parents deal with her! Not only that, she doesn't care that her little brother is doing drugs and doing who knows what with, Vicki Donavan. Bonnie, you care more about Jeremy than Elena does and you're not even his sister!" I finished her ranting with a huff. That felt good…too bad it wasn't in a diary, who knew who heard that!

I could tell Bonnie didn't know what to say. She obviously didn't like me bashing Elena like that, but she had to know that Elena and I didn't really have a close relationship. Bonnie seemed to know I was right about her caring more about Jeremy then Elena did.

"Are you done?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm done," I answered brightly. "Thanks for listening Bonnie, I just had to get that out. I would have written in my diary about it but…"

"Wait! You're writing in a diary?!" She said with raised eyebrows. "You, Caroline Forbes."

"Yeah, yeah, I know it's out of character for me…"

"Way out of character," She said, still looking dumbfounded.

"But that's better than going to a therapist to talk about my problems, that would be even more out of character!" I finished off with a laugh.

She laughed too. "Yeah, it would."

The school bell rang, signaling that it was time to start their next class.

"I'll see you after school at the Grill," I told Bonnie.

She nodded in agreement and I smiled. I gave Bonnie a quick hug before going back down the hallway to get to her next class.

School had just ended, and I was sitting in Mystic Falls' graveyard, leaning against next to my mom's. I was writing in my diary like I did at times when I really missed her. I wasn't always such a sad graveyard girl, but going to school and knowing that I wouldn't come home to my old little house to my light pink room made me sad.

Beside me were daises-my mom's favorite- and I was going to put them on her mom's grave after I was done writing. Today marked six months that her mom had been dead. I originally wasn't going to go the cemetery to write, but something pushed me to go and visit my beloved mom. When I wrote, there were no tears that I shed, because I knew she'd chide me and say, "Don't cry for me Caroline. You know how angry you get when you mess up your makeup!" and she would smile and ruffled my hair just to make me get all OCD and brush it again. I continued to write.

September 10, 2009

Dear Diary,

Hey it's me again!. I'm at the cemetery writing… I know, weird place to write, don't judge me! Though you can't judge me since you're not real… but whatever. So, I met Stefan Salvatore today. He didn't make a good impression. He just completely ignored me to stare at Elena. The little- ughhhh - stared right back too! She's dating Matt, and she seriously shouldn't be staring at some other guy! You shouldn't do something like that in a relationship. But what I can I say? That's Elena for you!- Only thinking of herself. She's such a bitch sometimes…okay… all the time. Well I'm gonna make this entry short because I'll just keep going if I don't stop now. Talk to you later.

Sincerely, Caroline Forbes

With that I shut my diary and quickly put it in my bag that I usually took everywhere with me. I stood up from the ground, putting the bag over my shoulder before leaning down to pick up the flowers. After that, I turned towards my mom's grave and I looked at the engraving for a moment.

Here lies Elizabeth Forbes, loving mother and devoted Sheriff.

May she live on in our hearts forever…

I felt my eyes tear up immediately after I read it, but I quickly wiped away my tears as if someone was there. It was the first time I'd actually cried for my mother since the funeral. With a sad sigh, I set the in front of her mom's gravestone. I glanced up, feeling like I was being watched and titled my head to the side at the sight of a beautiful black wolf a few feet away. It was simply lying between gravestones, staring at me. The wolf got up and shook itself for a moment before it titled its head to the side like I was. I giggled at the wolf's antics. I was about to say something to it, but the wolf disappeared with a blink of an eye before I could. I frowned, feeling very confused. What did I do?

I shrugged, 'It doesn't matter'. I thought to myself as I walked off.

Suddenly, fog started to appear around me and I felt myself shiver. I was abruptly very cold. The fog grew even bigger and out of nowhere, a shadow of a man was standing behind the grave where the wolf once was. I gasped in fear and I turned and ran as fast as I could to get out of there. I didn't get that far. I ended up falling because I over some rocks. I tumbled down a small hill and felt my knees scrape against rocks and branches. I whimpered as I came to a stop at the bottom, my clothes covered in dirt and leaves. That hurt!

But then, I remembered what I was running from and I quickly got up. Before I could run again, someone cleared their throat from behind me. I jumped and whirled around as fast as I could. My heart was pounding in my chest.

'Please don't be some creepy serial killer!' I thought to myself.

The guy before me smirked. I didn't say anything as I found myself staring at him. He looked older than me, around twenty something years old. He had dirty blonde hair and the most beautiful blue-green eyes that sparked with humor- obviously because of how I reacted- and he wore a dark blue v-neck shirt that was covered with a black leather jacket, and a pair of slim-fit jeans that looked absolutely sexy on him. He was ridiculously gorgeous and had this thing about him that oozed danger.

"You know, it's not polite to stare, love" The guy teased, his smirk widening.

The nickname made me immediately glare at him heatedly.

What the hell? I'm not his 'love'!

"Well maybe if you didn't scare me half to death then I wouldn't be staring at you," I retorted snarkily, I was going to stand my ground. I wasn't going to let me intimidate me.

"You're feisty, aren't ya, love?" The guy questioned with the smirk still on his face as he used my new 'nickname'.

The glare I had hardened. "Oh shut up," I growled, already thoroughly annoyed by this guy I just met. It didn't really take much to get of my nerves- but the guy did a great job, pushing the right buttons. And it didn't help that he was calling me love, like we were lovers or something!

He took a step forward and I instinctively took a step back, a guarded look on my face. He stopped at this and stared at me intently for what seemed like forever. Finally he spoke up again.

"So, love, what's a striking girl like you doing out here by yourself? Mmm? Because you never know when someone or something will attack you," he said with another somewhat suggestive smirk.

I looked at him suspiciously. Something wasn't right with this guy, I could just feel it.

"I went to see someone who died, duh, why else would I be here?" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

He chuckled and my heart immediately tugged with some emotion I couldn't place. This worried me. I didn't like having 'unplaced' emotions. Call me narcissistic.

Maybe his chuckle was soothing to me? I mentally shrugged.

"What you doing here?" I had to ask.

"Same thing as you, love, seeing someone who died," he replied.

Even though I didn't believe him, I let it slide. I opened my mouth to say something, but he rudely interrupted me.

"Well it was nice meeting you, I have to get going," he said starting to leave.

I stared after him but I remembered that she didn't know his name.

"Wait!" I called and he stopped walking. When he looked over at me, I continued, "What's your name?"

The guy's smirk turned into a wolfish grin, "Niklaus Mikaelson, but you can call me Klaus or Nik."

I was shocked. Didn't Zach warn me about the Mikaelsons? I stared at him in confusion, and started to talk, but he interrupted me. He probably did this a lot.

"You should probably get a bandage on that," he said, looking at the blood on the scrape that I got from the fall. It had ripped my jeans and I had two wounds on both of my knees. Since I was now aware of the scrapes, my brows furrowed.

"Ow, yeah."

I saw Klaus' face tense up from the corner of my eye when I pried apart the jeans to get a better look at my cut. The scrape wasn't too deep, just dirty. I'd have to go home and clean it up before I go to the Grill. I pulled my hand away, and flinched when I saw how bloody it was. Ow.

I looked up and Klaus, and back down when I noticed where he was staring, but when I glanced back up, he was gone. I frowned, but it wasn't a surprised frown. I figured that he left because of the blood.

Was he a vampire like Stefan, or just squeamish of blood? I wondered

Not only that, I wondered why Zach only warned me vaguely of the Mikaelsons…

I shook my head as I bent over to pick my bag up off the ground. Strapping it over my shoulder, I headed to my car, not noticing the black wolf hiding behind my mother's gravestone.

-0-

I pulled into the driveway of the Salvatore Boarding House and noticed that there was a new car in the driveway.

Was that Stefan's? I wondered as I climbed out and made my way to the front door.

I fished my keys out of my bag and slid the key into the hole, turning it once to unlock it. I heard the lock click and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

Why was it unlocked? Zach should be at work? I was extremely confused, and I really hated being confused.

I turned the key again and unlocked the door I had just accidentally locked. I put the keys back into my purse and stepped warily into the house, limping slightly.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I called into the empty house. I never liked coming home to such a large, empty house. It was always gloomy to me.

There was no answer so I walked up the stairs to my room to clean up and bandage my knees. I opened my bedroom door and went into the bathroom, rolling up my jeans and sitting on the floor with peroxide and bandages. Taking a deep breath, I uncapped the peroxide and poured some on a cotton ball. This stuff always tingled and I remembered when I was young I had fallen on the concrete and got a nasty cut and my mom had to put 'the painful bubbly stuff' on my knee so it wouldn't get infected. I found myself smiling at the memory, and dabbed the cotton ball on my wound, wincing as it cleaned it. I dabbed at it again a few moments later with a paper towel, and pressed a Band-Aid on it so my jeans wouldn't irritate it. I did the same to the other knee, wincing still when it bubbled and stung. I rolled my pants back down and brushed off the dirt that covered them. Standing up, my mouth dropped open at the sight of my hair. I could almost feel my OCD kick in as I picked out leaves and dried grass and fixed my part, brushing it down neatly. Smiling at my reflection one last time, I went back into my room to get my purse and some money from the 'secret' compartment in my jewelry box. I walked out of my room, shutting the door behind me and gasped at the sight of Stefan standing at the top of the stairs, a confused look on his face.

"Hello Caroline. Are you…uh…bleeding?" he greeted cordially, his face distorting for a split second as he said 'bleeding'.

"I-uh- um… Yes. I fell in the cemetery." I bit my lip nervously. "I'm okay though."

He smiled and nodded. "Good. Are you about to go somewhere?"

"Actually, yes. I'm just about to go to Mystic Grill to meet Bonnie and Elena, would you like to come with me?" I plastered a fake smile on my face. I really didn't want to hang out with Elena, the little cheating bitch.

'She's Bonnie's friend- be nice.' The kinder side of me whispered.

He smiled at the mention of Elena's name and nodded. "Sure, I'd love to, thanks."

I smiled politely back and started to head down the stairs. "Um, you know Elena has a boyfriend, right?"

He nodded once, almost painfully.

We walked out the door and I locked it behind me. "So, uh, you know that I know about you, right?" I asked awkwardly as I climbed into my car.

He opened the passenger side door and climbed in.

"Know what about me?" he feigned confusion.

"That you….um…eat bunnies." I lowered my voice. "And not people."

He didn't say anything, just simply buckled the seat belt and stared out the window as I backed out of the driveway and headed towards the Grill. We drove in silence for a good two to three minutes before I spoke up.

"So, um, do you have any other siblings?"

He turned his head to look at me. "None that I talk to."

"Oh." I nodded slowly. "So, uh, I met Klaus Mikaelson today."

His head whipped around and looked at me. "What did you just say?"

"I said I met Klaus Mikaelson today." A look of rather fear or hatred passed over his face. "Why?"