Omg. That was the most amazing episode. EVER. I mean, Stefan could say I love you a hundred times and it couldn't compare. Is there any way to get over compulsion? Besides becoming a vampire obviously? When Jeremy got compelled he eventually remembered right? He said he still felt hurt right? And maybe Elena will put two and two together. We delena fans can only hope. Or maybe we can form a crazy mob and storm the studio. Who's with me? Lol. Here goes chapter four…btw when it's Elena's POV Damon is Stefan, kay? Thank you!

Chapter Four

As Damon started to make his way out of the boarding house, he was stopped by a mischievous looking Stefan. "Here's my schedule and your lunch." He handed him a white paper and a brown bag. "Have fun in school. Oh and Damon." Damon raised his eyebrows as Stefan stepped closer. "If you do anything to mess up my relationship with Elena or my friends or school, I swear I will screw up your life so much you won't want to change back."

Damon swallowed. "Fine. Goodbye big brother." They both nodded tartly, and Damon headed for his car.

Today was going to be interesting.

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Elena POV

"How are you doing Elena?" Matt's blue eyes searched hers and Elena felt a quirk of annoyance. For a minute, he had reminded her of Stefan.

"Fine." She sighed, waving her hand dismissively.

Matt sighed. "Well you just seem tired…" I am, thought Elena. She was tired. Tired of people asking how she was doing. Tired of feeling like her life would never be normal again. Tired of Katherine strutting around and destroying every shred of happiness she had. Tired of Stefan's over protectiveness. Tired of Damon being Damon.

"I'm fine." Elena's said tersely, her eyes flashing. She was on edge after the whole conversation with Stefan and what Damon did afterwards. At that thought, another flare of anger shot up her back. Why did they have to hate each other? Why did everything have to be so complicated? She sighed at the hurt in Matt's straightforward blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Matt. I'm just stressed with school and homework…" She faltered with her pathetic excuse. She never did like lying, especially to someone like Matt.

"It's all right Elena. You don't have to tell me if you want to."He nodded understandingly and Elena swallowed her guilt, sighing in relief. She could always count on him. Matt walked away, and Elena turned back to locker. She reached for the lock, and then hesitated. Shit. With everything that happened recently, her mind had no more room for something as simple as a locker combination. Elena had honestly no idea of what it could be. It was if there was a hole in her mind where those numbers should be.

Elena tugged at her lock hotly. This could not be happening. She pondered skipping again. Would one more day really matter? With one last frustrated pull at the still stubborn lock, Elena turned on her heel and marched out of the school, ignoring her classmate's curious looks burning into her back. She didn't care what they thought anyway.

Another sigh of relief escaped her lips as she stepped into the cool air, but she froze solid on the school steps. A man was making his way through the still milling crowd of students. For some unknown reason, Elena felt a thrill of excitement when she saw him, which was strange because she didn't know him. Everyone was just as enthralled as she was, parting for him as they stared agape.

As he approached, familiarity clouded Elena. It looked like…but it couldn't be…Stefan.

This man walked in a way Stefan never had before, each step full of barely leashed confidence. A small smile graced his lips as he noticed her staring, mouth slightly ajar. He was dressed in all black, dark shades shrouding his eyes.

The confident smirk was still in place as he approached her and, to her complete surprise, ran the last couple of steps and captured her in a giant bear hug, lifting her up and spinning her in a circle.

Elena gasped in surprise at the sudden strange gesture. "Stefan?" she stuttered.

The man plopped her down and tilted his shades down, revealing his oak green eyes. "The one and only." He smiled lazily. Why did this all seem so familiar?

"What's with the jacket and cockiness?" Elena jumped right to it. She wasn't one for beating around the bush. She liked knowing things, and hated feeling like she didn't.

Stefan replaced the glasses. He shrugged. "Felt like a change. And what cockiness?"

Elena snorted. "Never mind." She threw a quick glance around them to make sure no one was in hearing distance. There wasn't; all the students that were around whispering and staring at Stefan. "If you were drinking blood again you'd tell me, right?" Something in her head said that he wouldn't, that instead he would feed her lies to keep her safe. Elena felt slightly sick.

"Of course I would." He murmured. Elena's eyes shot to his face, but those damn glasses were covering his eyes. He sounded sincere, but then again, Stefan always sounded sincere. Elena had that sick feeling again. Stefan brightened up suddenly. "You ready for school?" he asked.

Elena raised an eyebrow. Stefan excited? "I would be but I forgot my locker combination."

Stefan grinned. "I can help you with that."

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Damon POV

Damon wondered how he had gotten himself into this.

Stefan, the nerd, had Calculus first. What was the point of this anyway? He bent over his test, chewing anxiously on his pencil. The clock ticked slowly. He thought it had to be slowing down.

What the hell was a derivative? And what was with all these random letters everywhere? It didn't make any sense in Damon's head and he winced. Math had certainly changed from when he had a tutor. It wasn't his life's mission to figure out any of this crap. How could Stefan deal with all of this? Why the fuck would he want to? He dreaded going through the six more hours of the day. The only reason he was doing any of this, Elena, was only with him in lunch and with Ric.

That class was certainly going to be interesting.

Damon's mind wandered to the savage enjoyment on Stefan's face as he wrote down all his classes for Damon. Stefan thought he was the lucky one, being Damon, having nothing to do in his life but drink alcohol and chase after Elena.

Well he was going to enjoy himself too. Damon stood up.

"Screw this." Damon walked over the teacher and to his appalled eyes, ripped the test to pieces and let them fall on the desk. He smirked at the teacher's speechless expression. "Fuck math. It gets you shit in life."

Damon turned around and sat back in his seat.

Then, simultaneously, came the sound of twenty papers being ripped with shouts of defiance. Damon smirked triumphantly. This was all too…

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Damon thought they could've done better than five days detention. He wouldn't turn up anyway. He considered getting Stefan expelled, but decided that Stefan might do something worse in retaliation, like…he didn't even want to think about it. Now that he thought of it, he probably shouldn't have gave into his impulsive tendencies and cursed out the teacher. But…whatever. What's done is done and all that crap.

He still had three more classes including history, which was last today. Three and a half hours to survive through.

Damon doodled idly on his notebook in Latin, head resting on his hand. He already knew the basics of the language anyway ; it was crammed into his head when he was younger. Way younger. He never understood why people would want to learn a dead language anyway. Stupid humans.

"I know Mr. Salvatore could translate this sentence. " Damon raised his head from his notebook, eying the chipper teacher warily.

"Probably not." Damon muttered.

"Stefan. Da mihi quaeso virtutem ad diutius durandum." The teacher smiled encouragingly as if she knew he would answer correctly.

Damon smiled. He might as well have fun. "Umm..." he began. He honestly did not have any idea, but there were a still a couple phrases he remembered from his school years. The only ones he ever used.

"Stefan? Do you not know the answer?"

"Nulla imāgō habeō. Mea lingua latīna est mala." He grinned charmingly.

The teacher also smiled "I doubt that Mr. Salvatore."

The bell rang, a shrill annoying sound, and Damon stood up in relief.

He studied his handwritten schedule. Next was…no way. P.E. Damon grimaced. Stefan never said anything about gym. He could make it. After that were lunch, then Ric and Elena. Damon smiled at that.

But first…he had to survive through gym.

Fun.

And that's it! I'll try to update quicker next time. Last week I was working on my little one shot (which I would love if you would read! XD ) and I was still in shock and melted in a puddle from Rose. Oh and thank you again to my reviewers! I love you!