Aria's POV

"Get the fuck up Aria!"

Who in the world is yelling? I squint to see what time it is 8:30 am Sept. 7 2011. Isn't today- SCHOOL! Fuck.

I quickly get up and take a shower and brush my teeth. When I was done the house was eerily quite.

Well I'm late to school.

I grab my bag and head out the door, not grabbing anything for lunch. By the time I got to school 2nd period was just starting. I spot someone standing at my locker as I start to head closer I notice who exactly it is. Damon Salvatore. Oh shit.

"How the fuck did you know where my locker was Salvatore?" I ask as I start to open my locker." I have my ways", he states. I didn't really care anyway.

"So you have it?" he questions me with a raised eyebrow. Now I can see why everybody goes ape shit for this guy he is so fucking hot.

"No dip shit I don't have it here. Come over later and I'll give you them", I say irritated. What did he expect, for me to get kicked out of this damn school, not going to happen.

He let out a frustrated grunt and started to walk away. What an ass.

I got my books and headed to my second period, I didn't need to get a detention on the first day of school. No thank you, and plus that would totally devastate my parents. Especially my mom, but I didn't understand why, I mean it has been like this my whole life. I wasn't a good student I got D in every class, not like I gave a crap.

"Aria, just the girl I was looking for. Would you please come to my office we need to talk about some, issues." Mr. Livet came jogging down the hall toward me.

Crap.

I didn't get nervous or anything going down to the principals office but I did get angry. I mean what did he want. I'm here at school aren't I.

"Aria we would like to inform you that we have a new counsellor coming to the school this year." Mr Livet said, cutting right down .

Oh for fucksakes here we go again.

"I'm not going to go to therapy sessions or anything else you folks have planned for me. So will you just please drop it." Outraged that they would even bring this up again.

"Aria please-"

" No. Understand, I wont disrespect any more teachers or students, and I will be on time too. No more skipping and no more being late but I'm not going to a fucking shrink!"

With that I walked out of the office and went to the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror long enough to get my shit together. I didn't cry, no not anymore. And I also did not pity myself,

I walked out of the washroom, glancing down at my arms making sure they were covered. And that nothing would give me away. I didn't need anyone to see anything they didn't need to.

A shrink my ass. I was not going to go to see a shrink and tell them everything about myself.

Nope, I was not going to bare my soul, because frankly there was nothing to bare.

All the stupid moronic teachers that thought they were helping me because they thought I needed 'to talk' to someone, were just becoming a pain in the ass.

Screw them all.

I had endured enough, and I sure as hell was not going to endure it again by telling a shrink.

I took a deep breath and headed for my 2nd period class, just like I promised.

"What crawled up you're ass," I didn't even need to turn to see who was talking to me.

I let out an exasperated sigh and tried to ignore him. God, I mean really. He was hot and everything but he could be such an ass sometimes. Nope, wait scratch that he was an ass all the time.

"Nothing, now can you just leave me alone! Thanks." I went back to my book, hoping that he would take the hint and leave. Besides me practically throwing it to his face and yelling at him to leave, he could be hard-headed most times.

The bell rang and I swiftly got up, hurrying to go to my locker. But again people are always in my god damn way!

"Move Damon," my patience wearing thin.

"Ok but I'm going to have lunch with you, I'm buying." he said sternly.

I rolled my eyes and headed to my locker and dropped off my books. I guess I was not going to be able to get my next fix till after lunch. Damon and I got a table and put our trays on the table. I opened my chocolate pudding and dug in. When I was done Damon finally cleared his throat, making me feel like a total pig.

"What?" my annoyance with him returning.

"What wrong Aria," he asked tiredly, as if he was talking to a little girl.

"You wanna know what's wrong Damon?" I ask, my anger getting the best of me.

He simply nods, he know I'm about to burst with all my pent up anger.

"This whole fucking world is what's wrong! I mean I know I don't need any help and they keep insisting that I do. I mean nothing is wrong with me, so fuck'em, screw'em! Fuck, why can't he just leave me alone, why do I have to open up when I'm dealing with everything just fine on my own. He's done, I'm done, it over, done"

I felt so tired after my little speech. I didn't have to explain anything with Damon, he knew what's I meant. And he also knew who I was talking about…thank god.

I mean I didn't intend for him to find out, but that what's I get for getting high and drunk with Damon Salvatore. And he believed me, everything I had said even though I had been high and drunk, he believed me. Even though I was mad at him for not thinking I was lying like I thought he would. It also gave me relief, like if he could believe me, then maybe one day others would be able to believe me. One day.

I looked up at him expectantly wanting him to say something. His face was unreadable, his jaw clenched as were his fists, and his eye, those of a hunters.

"Damon don't" I weakly pleaded.

I had to beg him not to tell anyone, and that had been when? A couple of weeks ago? A month? I didn't remember and I didn't need to have this discussion with him again, especially not here, not in school.

"They are right you know?" he said, ignoring my earlier plea.

"Damon, no there not," Damon had this affect on me, always making me doubt myself, wondering if I was right or not.

"I just can't believe that you-" he started, the anger in his voice evident

"Stop!" I got up and left the table not wanting to debate about it again like I had before with Damon.

Screw it, I'm going home.

I jumped out of my car, and jogged to my front porch, with one thing on my mind. Getting upstairs and lifting my floor board under my bed and taking out all the thing I needed to get as high as fuck. I was halfway there when my mom appeared.

"We need to talk," she said sadly.

She didn't even ask me why I was home early or didn't question why I was in such a rush to get to my room. On any other day this would have been a good thing, less time wasted with her.

But not today, today was different, something in her eyes and her voice told me that she was seriously sad and disappointed. I followed her into the living room quietly.

"We got a call from the principal today Aria, and I'm not going to beat around the bush. Because I don't want to waste you're time and frankly I don't want to waste my time either. In my opinion I think that you should go, to therapy." She said her whole speech so quietly, I don't think I heard her all that well.

"Are you serious, you think I'm what, crazy? That I honestly need to go see a fucking shrink? What the fuck mom, you're supposed to be on my side?" I yelled, getting up from where I was sitting, getting away from her, the oblivious little bitch.

"Sweetie, we don't think that you're crazy or anything of that sort. We do know that you are unhappy, and we think that you need to talk to a professional" She said sweetly getting up and trying to touch my arm, affectionately.

It repulsed me that she wanted to touch me. I hate her so much.

It finally clicked that she had said 'we', we, meaning her and dad thought that I should go to see a counsellor. Dad thought so too?

I almost hated him as much as I hated her. Almost.

"What's does dad think?" I asked.

"He agrees with the principal and with me, after a little convincing of course," she said sadly.

Oh, please I don't need your pity, I thought.

"He thinks that I should go to therapy too?" I asked slumping into the arm chair, feeling more tired then I had ever felt in my life. He thinks I should go too? Why would he feel like I need to go to therapy, it just didn't make sense. Nothing made sense anymore, out of everybody that was suppose to back me up, he should have been the first to cast his vote for me to not go to therapy.

"Yes sweetie he does and so do I, its for your own good." she said soothingly, making her way over to me. I flinched away from her disgusting touch and slowly climbed up the stairs.

" Aria, I don't know why you hate me so much, but I promise that we will get through this." she explained from where she sat in the living room.

I ignored he insignificant comment, I almost laughed at it really. Hate, no I didn't hate my mother, that was way to nice. I loathed, detested her, any word that was way worse then hate, was the word that described my animosity towards my mother.

"I don't hate you mom," I said sincerely, because it was the truth.

I heard her get up and walk toward the stairs, standing at the bottom while I was half way upstairs. She smiled up at me, happy at my statement. I didn't return it.

"When dad gets home, can you tell him I want to talk to him?" I wondered how he would react to all this.

"Sure honey."

I started to climb up the stairs, but my moms voice, yet again stopped me.

"Don't you want to know anything about the new counsellor?"

"Uh…no…" Bored already with this conversation.

"Well his name is Ezra Fitz, weird name but unique. He is in his mid twenties and very cute. I think that your going to start to like going to therapy honey" she stated playfully and winked before to left the room.

The little whore thought just because I told her that I didn't like her that that meant that we could have a fun conversation about guys. I wondered how it would feel to kill her in her sleep, oh so orgasmic I thought. I giggled and went to my room, and flopped onto my bed.

Ezra Fitz, what's a gay name. Mr. Fitz, even gayer.

As I fell asleep waiting for my dad to come into my room, so that we could have a very serious talk, I thought about all the ways that I could torture this so called counsellor and maybe even get him fired.

Telling him off…

Sleeping with him…

Ruining his car…

Painting it maybe…

Crashing it…

Breaking into his house…

The possibilities were endless, and I knew exactly who would help me.

Damon Salvatore.

Maybe I should apologize first though…