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A/N: So here's chapter two of MINE… I've made you wait long enough for it… so here goes nothing.

Warning:

OC (don't know if I should really be warning you about this… but what the heck… OC)

Homomisic slur (f*ggot)

Druggie!Jeremy.

Disclaimer: Just the plot, fam.

MINE

Chapter 2: Gilbert-Glory

Jeremy was standing in the line, waiting to get his lunch when Stacey Mackey—the same girl Tyler Lockwood was apparently so completely in love with—walked over to him. She was smiling brightly, looking like she'd just won a million bucks—which she must have in the none-cash way because she was now Tyler Lockwood's main girl.

"Hey, Jeremy," she said in a cheery voice and a wide smile. There was something off about her smile though, almost like she was snubbing him or something.

Jeremy couldn't for the life of him figure out why Stacey Mackey would be snubbing him, why she was even taking to him in the first place. Stacey Mackey and Jeremy Gilbert where on opposite ends of the social ladder, she was Queen B head cheerleader type, and he was the weird kid who sat by himself. There really was no reason for them to be talking to each other— at all!

"Um, hey, Stacey," Jeremy replied looking around then back at her awkwardly. There was a long awkward silence between them as they shuffled along the line.

"So, guess what?" Stacey said her smile once more back. Jeremy actually sighed; because why the fuck was Stacey Mackey playing guessing games with him? Why was she here, smiling at him and talking to him like they were friends. She'd never talked to him before, had spent pretty much all their school career pretending he didn't exist. And now here she was, being smiley at him in the lunch line in front of most of the student body.

What even the fuck?

"What…?" Jeremy asked, wearily.

"Tyler Lockwood asked me out."

Oh god. So that's it? That's why Stacey Mackey was suddenly talking to him, being friendly with him? Of course that would be why she was talking to him, because what else did they really have in common besides Tyler Lockwood. God!

"Oh. Um— oh, that's, uh, that's nice, St-Stacey? Um… Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be telling your, like your friends or something?"

"Well, I should—I did—like straight after he hung up the phone last night!"

"Awesome" Not awesome, but okay. "I still don't get why you're telling me any of this."

Stacey's smile dropped instantly then and her face turned serious, threatening. "I just wanted to warn you," she said, voice cold and just above a whisper. "Whatever feelings you have, or think you have, for Tyler: keep them to yourself. I'm now going to be Tyler's girlfriend and I don't want you drooling all over my boyfriend."

Jeremy's heart dropped into his stomach and he suddenly felt sick and something thick lodged at his throat. He looked around the cafeteria. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to him which he was grateful for, but he was still freaking out because how the hell had Stacey fucking Mackey known that he had feelings for Tyler?

"He's my boyfriend now, Jeremy," the girl said, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"W-what?" he stuttered, his throat constricting painfully. He wanted to cry, to throw his tray down and just kick it. But he wouldn't, not in front of Stacey, not in the cafeteria where everyone would see him. Why make himself even more of a loser than he already was?

"I know you like him, Jeremy. As in: like him, like him. I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid, Gilbert. I swear to you, if you try anything funny to break me and Tyler up, I will expose you as the faggot you truly are. Clear?"

"I— —"

"We both know you want him, we both know you can't have him. He's not a fag like you; he'd never go for someone like you. So, I'm going to give you some friendly advice: just keep away. Okay? If you do keep away, I won't have to expose you, your sister won't have to be ashamed because of her faggot brother and Tyler won't beat the shit out of you, which I know he will if he ever found out you were fantasizing about him. But if you don't— Well, let's just say all of the mentioned will happen. So you'll keep away. Right?"

'Shit,' was all Jeremy could think, 'shit, shit, shit!'

She knew, Stacey knew and there was nothing Jeremy could about it but listen to her. She knew and she was going to expose him, she was going to tell everyone he was into Tyler. Tyler would hate him. He probably would beat the shit out of him too. Jeremy couldn't bear the thought of not being able to be friends with Tyler anymore. Tyler had become a part of his life, sort of, he's somehow weaselled his way into Jeremy's life and heart and the thought of losing him, like that, of them going back to before, to something much worse, it made him sick just to think about.

"So you'll do as I say, right? You'll stay away from my boyfriend?"

Jeremy was quite for a moment, swallowing down the bile and the lump that had formed in his throat.

"Okay," he whispered, looking down hard at the floor because he couldn't look at Stacey right now, couldn't look at anyone. "I'll keep away."

"Good!" She smiled brightly again, she looked almost nice, friendly, as if their conversation had been cordial and not a threat that could possibly ruin Jeremy's life. "Bye, Jeremy. It was nice talking to you." Then she walked off and joined her friends at their table at the centre of the cafeteria.

Jeremy felt dizzy, he couldn't breathe. She knew. She knew! She was going to use it against him if he even tried hang out with Tyler, she was going to tell him, tell the school. Everyone would know, they'd know about him and how he felt and what he thought. He'd worked so hard to hide that side of himself from the world and now Stacey fucking Mackey knew and she would tell everyone. And they'd believe her because she was fucking Stacey Mackey, queen of the social ladder, and he was just Jeremy, weird loser loner.

Jeremy dropped his tray and rushed out the cafeteria. He wasn't that hungry anymore, now he just felt like he was going to be sick. He ran past the students that were hanging around the hall and burst into the bathroom where he rushed to an empty stall and dropped onto his knees, bringing back what was left of his breakfast.

"Gilbert?"

Shit! It was Tyler. What the fuck was Tyler doing here? What the hell did he want from Jeremy now?

"Jeremy? Hey yow, Gil— oh, there you are."

"What do you want, Lockwood?" Jeremy asked weakly, leaning against the stall.

"Hey man, what's wrong? I just met up with Elena. She said you ran out the cafeteria after speaking to Stacey."

God. "Well, I'm fine."

"Um… no you aren't. Dude, you just threw up. How can you say you're fine?"

"I am fine, Lockwood. Just leave me alone, okay?" Jeremy got up and tried to push past Tyler, but failed. Tyler was solid muscle to Jeremy's gangle, there was no way he was getting past, unless he tried fighting his way out—even that could fail. Tyler stepped forward, pushing him back into the stall, following after him, and shutting and locking the door then blocking it.

"What are you doing?" Jeremy asked with a frown and a tired sigh. He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to do this, he didn't want to be here, not here, like this. Why was Tyler doing this?

"Sit," Tyler ordered simply.

"Tyler— —"

"Sit. Now!"

Jeremy put down the toilet seat and sat with a sigh.

"So what's going on?"

Jeremy looked down at the dirty floor and said, "Nothing is going on."

"What did Stacey want?"

As if Jeremy would dare say anything she said.

"She was just real excited that you ask her out," Jeremy said instead, which was true. "She wants everyone to know."

"That's all?"

"Yes. That's all. What else do you want her to say?"

Tyler looked at the other boy, unconvinced. Jeremy fought back a cringe, he felt like Tyler could practically read his mind with the way he was looking at him.

"It's nothing, Tyler. Just let it go, okay?"

"Okay, fine. I'll let it go." Tyler nodded then unlocked the door and opened it, letting them out. "What are you doing later?"

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you keep asking me what I'm doing later?"

"I'm just asking, Gilbert, no need to get defensive about it, damn."

"I'm going to be busy."

"With?"

"What does it matter to you, Tyler? I'm just going to be busy, okay." Jeremy rinsed his mouth out, and then stormed out of the bathroom, leaving a confused Tyler behind. When Jeremy got out he saw that Elena was waiting for him. Stacey was also there, though she acted like she was just looking for some stuff in her locker.

"Jere— —" Elena started her voice filled with worry for her brother.

"Don't, Elena, please," Jeremy cut in before she could say more. He didn't want her feeling sorry for him, babying him.

"What happened to you? What did Tyler say?"

"Nothing happened to me. And I don't care what Tyler had to say." Then he walked off.

"Jere!" Elena called as he walked away. "Jeremy!" But he continued to walk, out the school and to his old hang out spot where he used to sell drugs. He threw his backpack on the ground and sat down with a sigh. He spotted a classmate that was selling dope. The teen looked around; making sure no one was looking his way and then proceeded to walk over to the guy.

"Yow, Roger, you got any left?" he asked the guy. Roger Dodger—as the teen was known throughout the school because of his serious dodgy nature—looked at Jeremy suspiciously.

"Why? I thought you stopped after Vicki died?"

"I was on a break, I'm back now."

"You gonna start supplying, too? Man, I know you had the sickest dope."

Jeremy shrugged, not quite the plan, but whatever got him what he needed. "I might."

"'at'll be way wicked, man. I miss your dope. I mean; my stuffs good too, but it ain't no Gilbert–Glory."

Jeremy smiled a little at the nickname his dope had gotten around the school. "I'll think about it, Roger."

"A'ight, man, you do that. Here." He gave Jeremy a small clear plastic that contained weed. "A little sweet persuasion. I get first batch of Gilbert–Glory when it makes its returns."

"Alright. Thanks, Roger."

"Hey, no sweat if I can get the good stuff." The bell rang signalling the end of lunch and the start of lessons. "Later, dude."

"Yeah. Later, Roger."

Roger walked back into school and Jeremy went back to his spot. He fixed up his little 'package' then began smoking it, letting the smoke fill him up before letting it out slowly.

'Sweet,' he thought as it filled him, 'chilling' him. He forgot all about Stacey Mackey, about Tyler, about everything and was just mellow.

Jeremy stayed at his spot till the final school bell rang. He got up from his spot and walked to Elena's car, leaning against it to wait for her. He was still floating, but he was fine with that, he was cool with that, he was relaxed.

"Hey," Elena said, smiling kindly, like a good older sister. "Where'd you disappear to?"

"Nowhere," he said in a voice that was just a wee bit slurred. Elena caught it though, because she'd trained herself to detect that voice when her brother had first gotten into drugs. She looked at her brother now, analysing. He had his hoodie drawn low over his face so that the only visible thing was his nose and lips.

"What did you do?" she asked immediately, somewhere between angry and worried.

"I didn't do anything," he said, wincing just so because his voice was still a bit too slurred.

Elena stormed over to his side of the car and pulled the hoodie off. Jeremy looked away from her. He knew his eyes were probably still a bit puffy and red, nothing could be done about that.

"Did you smoke something?" she asked in a hushed voice, looking around to make sure nobody was listening in case staff got involved.

"No. Of course I didn't, Elena. I don't do that kind of stuff anymore."

"You're lying. You're— you're high!"

"I'm not high. I'm just… feeling good."

"Are you kidding me right now? Jeremy, you promised me and Jenna you wouldn't do this again. You gave us your word! Why?"

"Can't a teenage boy have a little fun without being hammered by his sister, Jesus?"

"You were doing— —" Elena paused, her voice had raised, and took a breath. "You were doing drugs on school property!"

"Yes, Elena. Can we just go home?"

"You promised you'd never do it again."

Jeremy looked up and noticed that Tyler was walking towards them.

"Can we please just go home?" he asked, just this side of desperate. "You can shout at me all you want when we get there, okay?"

Elena sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. "Fine, get in the car."

Jeremy got in, throwing his backpack into the backseat. Elena was taking her sweet time to get in because she'd just spotted Stefan who was walking towards the car in all his air of cool teenage boy.

'Oh no, please,' Jeremy begged in his mind. He needed to get out of there, fast, and Elena wasn't helping the situation. He could just tell she was giving her 'cute smile' and waiting for Stefan to reach her. Tyler finally reached the car, sauntering over to the passenger side and knocked on the window. Jeremy ignored him, squinting down at the dashboard, so Tyler knock a little louder, a little harder.

"Leave me alone, Lockwood," Jeremy said, still not looking towards Tyler. The door was suddenly yanked opened and Jeremy almost fell out since he'd been leaning on it. "The hell, Lockwood?" Jeremy didn't sound as angry as he would have if he wasn't still slightly doped up.

"Where'd you disappear to after lunch?" the other teen asked.

"I was tired, so I decided to skip."

Tyler sniffed the air carefully, eyes narrowing.

"Where you smoking?" Tyler asked, voice accusing and pissed.

Jeremy leaned forward on the seat, looking out the windshield at his sister, deliberately ignoring Tyler. Elena was busy talking to Stefan about something Jeremy didn't care to know about. They looked flirty, so Jeremy definitely didn't care about it.

"Jeremy!"

"No, Tyler, I was not smoking."

"You're lying. I can smell the stuff on you, Jeremy. Why? I thought you stopped."

"I was taking a break."

"Are you selling too?"

"I might." Jeremy shrugged lazily. He didn't have time for Tyler, he didn't have time for this.

"Damn it, Jeremy, why?"

"Because I can, Lockwood. Why do you suddenly care so much what I do with my life, anyway? It's my life."

"Don't be an idiot, Jeremy. That stuff isn't good."

"No. It's great."

Tyler sighed, shaking his head. "Does Elena know?"

"Obviously Elena knows."

"And what did she say?"

"She is yet to give me a lecture about my life and how I'm throwing it away by doing drugs."

"And she'll be right. Come on, Gilbert, you're better than this."

"Yeah, that's all good and dandy, ain't it." Jeremy looked towards his sister again. "Elena!" he called as loudly as he could.

"What?" she shouted back, looking at him with annoyance.

"Can we go now?"

She glared at him but said nothing. She said goodbye to Stefan, giving him a kiss, then got into the car.

"Bye, Lockwood," Jeremy said. He shoved Tyler away and then shut the door and Elena drove them home. When she was about to start talking about his 'problem' he pulled out his iPod and stuffed the earbuds of the earphones into his ear, putting at the volume at its highest. He so wasn't in the mood for her lectures.

…TBC…

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