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I plopped myself on my bed once I walked through the door. I was too fast for any questions from my dad, and my step-sisters didn't care. I just threw my iPod on my docking station, and laid down. Breaking Benjamin came on; one of my favorites-forever. While I hummed along with the mellow tone, my mind took control and went over the day. My English class went good; I had done a lot of this in my old school, so most of it was just review. History was pretty boring, but the teacher was really cool. Most people just looked at me, but made no attempt to speak. Animal science was harder, because neither Kaylene, nor Elena or Stefan were there, so I had to stick it out alone. Spanish was ok. I got a Spanish name (Selene) but had to say a few sentences in Spanish about myself. Not fun. I can be shy at times, but have an eccentric one once I get comfortable. I had legs of jelly when I was up there, trying to pronounce the foreign words.

In lunch, I sat with Kaylene, because Elena said she had to go do something with Stefan. I saw the girl who sat with Kaylene on the bus; her name was Jenna. I also met Jeremy Gilbert, Elena's brother, who I think was on the bus. The three of them had more than enough room for me at the table. Jeremy seemed nice, although he was busy in some drawing pad most of the time. Jenna was very friendly and funny too. Kaylene was quiet, but laughed with us.

After that, I went to digital photography with Kaylene. The teacher had a very boring voice, just like Kaylene had told me. We had fun though; they had the day to work on a project of showing what their view of life was. We could go anywhere in the school. Kaylene and I went to a day care they have for kids of teachers or students. We took pictures of the kids playing.

We then went to our keyboarding class. I was a pretty good typist, so that gave me a good advantage. I was still pretty scared of the ruler that the teacher carried around with her. I shivered now just thinking of it.

Finally, my mind was at the part I was most looking forward to. Damon. I shivered again, but a different kind of shiver now.

My heart started to race. He was so strange. Why did he look at me like that? What happened? If I sit there again tomorrow, will he be there? What did Stefan take from him? I was so confused.

I sighed, and returned my attention to my music. I was now at us and them by Pink Floyd.

I took this opportunity of mental control to finish unpacking. I took off my hoodie, hung it in my closet, and got to work. I had stolen a few rolls of tape from downstairs. I took out my posters and started to hang them up. My walls were green, painted because of my stepsisters. It used to be eggshell white. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. The floor was cherry hardwood; yet another addition from my stepsisters. I wasn't sure if they used to be in here, or if they merely helped decorate for my arrival.

Either way, mayday parade was going up, even if the paint was new. My stepmother seemed like the type who would freak if the paint started to peel because I used tape. Somewhere deep in my mind I knew I was doing this out of spite. Did this stop me? Hell no!

As I put on a dancey song, I started on my pictures. I had some in frames, and others that I was going to make a mural-like thing out of. That was going on my closet door.

Finally my room looked like it was mine. I had my pictures up, my posters, my lamp, and knick-knacks. I just had to go downstairs now to get Windex and paper towels to clean the window seat for my stuffed animals. As I walked downstairs, I heard someone at the door. The voice was so familiar.

"Really, I need to speak to her." Said the voice.

"Trust me; she is not worth speaking to. You know, I'm not big on conversations, but I make great company." I heard my stepsister say. Slut.

The voice laughs. "Nice to know, but I'm here to see Serine. Not you."

"But—"

"Courtney, shouldn't you tell me if I have someone here to see me?" I interrupted walking down the stairs.

"Oh Serine, I didn't know you were here! I thought you went out for a walk!" She said with a wickedly sweet voice.

"No, I never left, and never said I was going anywhere." I looked around her to see the body to the voice that had been in my head since I got home.

I just pushed past Courtney, and closed the door behind me, so that I was alone outside with Damon.

"Damon, hey, what's up?" I asked causally

"Hey Serine, you left this on the bench." I looked to see him holding up an elephant pin that I had on my purse.

My eyes widened. "Thank you! I can't believe I left this!" I was almost crying.

He seemed to notice this. "It's all right, it was just a pin." He seemed to be enjoying my humiliation.

I rolled my eyes and tried to calm down. "My mother gave it to me. The day before she died. Sorry if it has some sentimental value to me." I looked up at him with slight annoyance. Then something dawned on me.

"How did you know where I live?" I asked, amazed.

He smirked in reply. "I have my ways."

"Creeper," I muttered.

"What was that?" he asked, faking not hearing me

"Nothing!" I said, quickly taking my pin from his hand.

He chuckled and said, "That's what I though."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "That's not very mature." He commented, smirking, as usual.

"I never said I was mature." I said as I smirked back at him. I have a feeling that it didn't have the same effect as his did.

I had an urge to reach out and hug him. I actually felt my arm twitch toward him. I think he noticed this because the smirk became more defined. "Do you want to come in for a drink?" I asked.

Oh my god…did I just offer this practical stranger to come into my house? What had gotten into me?

"Sure." He answered. I opened the door, and Courtney fell on the floor. I just stared at her. "Very mature."

Damon just snickered next to me, but when we both turned to him, he had a straight face.

I shrugged it off, and walked into the kitchen. Damon followed next to me. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "She never said she was mature."

I just turned to glare daggers at him. This didn't affect him the way I hoped it would. All it did was make him laugh more. That made me madder.

I walked toward the fridge to get him something. "What would you like; milk, orange juice, cranberry juice, apple juice…I could make lemonade…"

"Anything alcoholic?" he asked. I turned to give him an incredulous look. My look was met with one that seemed to be joking. So I ignored it. "Haha your face is so priceless when I piss you off. I'll take a glass of lemonade if you don't mind."

"Nope, no problem." I moved over to the sink to start filling it. "You don't mind powder, do you?"

"Nope." He said, lounging on our kitchen chair, feet forward, head on the back of the chair, butt on the front edge of the chair, and hands looped at the fingers behind his head. He just watched me as I made him the drink.

"So…do you go to school?" I asked, wanting to break the awkward silence.

"Nah, I graduated half a year early. Just doubled up on classes. And that was last year."

He did look older than Stefan, so I guess it wasn't surprising.

I was about to ask how old he was, when my other stepsister came in the room.

Of course she was totally made up, and looked perfect. She was bottle blonde, with a petite frame. She was practically perfect.

"Oh hello Serine, I didn't know we had company!" she commented, not even looking at me while I was being addressed. "Hello, my name is Tiffany. It's nice to meet you!" She held out her hand.

He took it gently, and kissed the back. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Damon Salvatore."

She looked like she was about to faint. I felt like I was about to puke. He just looked cocky, but I have a feeling he looked like that a lot…

She finally realized she was practically drooling, and she just giggled. I rolled my eyes and went back to the lemonade. I finished mixing it, and pull out a glass. I gave him the glass. I wasn't really sure why he was still here. He decided to drink the lemonade very slowly. I poured myself one too.

I then saw something black and white rush to me. Tiffany screamed, while Damon made no signs of seeing her at all. I reached down and pet Sophie. Sophie was my pet border collie. She was so loveable, but it seemed as if this house was full of cat lovers.

"Oh how is my baby girl? Oh did you miss me while I was at school? Oh I missed you too." I was stroking her when Damon got up.

"Well, I have to get going. Stefan will start wondering where I am. And trust me, his thoughts won't be pretty. Can I have your number in case he doesn't believe me? I need an alibi." He gave me an innocent look. We had started walking toward the door by now.

I was still pretty ticked off at him with the whole Tiffany thing, so I just snidely replied: "Why don't you ask Tiffany?"

His smirk didn't falter in the least. He was outside by now. It had started to drizzle a bit. He turned to walk away when he replied, "Because I already got it."

With that I just slammed the door. I could hear him give a loud laugh. I scowled and stormed upstairs again. I got about two steps up, when someone knocked on the door. I didn't turn, but stopped walking.

"Go away Damon." I yelled

"It's not Damon." The voice yelled back.

I knew that voice. It was a voice that I had never expected to hear again. My eyes widened as I turned to see that familiar face smiling and waving at me through the window.

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