Hey guys. I know this is a regular thing, but I really am sorry for this taking so long. I'm going to try to crack down on this story. Hey question, does anyone want to beta this story for me? It would mean a lot XD *clasps hands together and looks up with puppy eyes* Just leave a review or send me a message if you do XD well, on to the story. I'm going to try to make stuff actually start happening, instead of those filler chapters I've been having lately. -_- Please please please review!

I sat down in class wondering why everyone hated Damon so much. Sure he seemed like a real snarky bastard and a pain in the ass, but weren't these reactions a bit much? I thought of this while I sat through English. Everyone was busy doing the assignment that the teacher had given us. We had to write a story. That's all. There were no limits, just guidelines. I had no idea what to do for mine. I wasn't sure if I should write a story from my imagination or a story from my life, like when I came here.

"Okay guys, ten more minutes to write ideas, then we're going to the library for the computers and any resources you need." Mrs. Amzy announced.

I stared down at the paper. It was empty, except for my name at the top. The paper was due in two months. That meant that this teacher wanted a good job done. Great.

"There will be assistants there. They can help you with your writing. Use the help given people; they want to help with the grades!" The older teacher told us all, in a loud voice.

Mrs. Amzy was tall and skinny. She was elderly, but was still kind most of the time, but could be very strict when she needed to. She had gray hair that she wore up in a tight bun that didn't have a hair out of place. She was a great teacher. She knew how to help us remember things, and how to write nicely. It turns out that they had been doing a writing segment in class for a month or two already.

I looked down again. This time blank page stared back at me. The empty lines screaming at me. The class room was silent except for the sound of the pencils scratching down what was on the minds of the students.

I didn't realize how long I had been glaring at the paper, willing for words to write themselves. It turns out the next thing I knew, Mrs. Amzy was telling us to collect our things and start quietly walking to the library.

I looked desperately at Kaylene, who had a whole page written down. I looked around and saw that Elena and Stefan had the same results. I sighed, and hid my paper in the purple folder in my backpack, and hurried to catch up with my friends, since I had no idea where the library was.

I wound up walking next to Kaylene, since I saw Elena and Stefan holding hands and looking romantic. I hated to interrupt moments like those.

"What are you writing about?" Kaylene asked me, her voice quiet as usual.

"Um, see the thing about that is…I have no idea." I admitted, a little embarrassed by this.

She didn't seem to judge at all. "Well, maybe someone at the library can help you find a subject."

I smiled. I had almost forgotten about the helpers. "That's right! I can ask them for help!" Maybe this assignment wouldn't be a failure.

When we finally got to the library, we all spread out. Everyone got their own little table area, and there was enough room for the helper if they needed one. I saw older college age students start to walk out of the back room. They were led by a large lady. She was not over weight large; she was tall, broad and had an overwhelming presence. She had red hair, and deep moss green eyes.

I didn't pay much attention. Kids were still situating and I had to ask Kaylene, who I was sitting next to, a question.

"Hey, we don't have to read these out loud do we?"

She laughed a little. "No, but if Amzy likes one a lot, she might read it out loud and anonymously."

I nodded. This was ok.

I was about to ask about the word limit. We had to have at least 10000 words, but I wanted to know if she graded better if we had much more, like some teachers I had in the past. I couldn't ask though, because the librarian made an announcement. I looked up to see the last few people filing out of the room.

"People! Can we calm down? Thank you. These are going to be your guides. You will each get one to help you out. You I don't want you all running around like chickens without heads, so they will be going to you. I want low voices though people." She boomed out. She had our attention in an instant. Then the feminine side of the class turned their attention to someone who was next to the librarian.

Damon was standing there, playing on his phone, ignoring everyone. When he finally looked up, his brilliant blue eyes swept the class. They landed on Elena and Stephan first. He smirked a little, but kept his gaze moving. When he saw Kaylene and me sitting not too far from where he was standing, he waved at me. I smiled back.

The librarian turned to the helpers. "Okay, go get 'em guys!"

Damon automatically walked over towards my table. He made eye contact with me the whole time; not breaking it once on his way over. Every girl was practically jumping out of their seats to get to his attention before he sat down, but it didn't work.

He sat right across from me, clasping his hands together on the table, ignoring the glare he got from my friend.

I looked up at her, and smiled a little. "I'll be ok, go find a partner. Don't worry."

She didn't look too convinced, but she still nodded, and walked away, leaving with a weary glance towards me, and a glare in Damon's direction.

"I have the feeling she doesn't like me." Damon said, rubbing the back of his neck.

I just shrugged. "I honestly don't know."

He smirked, his sarcastic look back on his face. "Oh, please, I know you guys are always talking about me."

I just rolled my eyes at that. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

He chuckled at that. "Ok, now let's get to work." He surprised me there. I was a little unsure about him as my partner, because I thought that he wouldn't take this seriously. "So what do you have so far?"

I blushed a little at that. "Absolutely nothing."

He smiled at me. This one was reassuring. I had never seen him really smile. They were all sarcastic and/or snarky, or something along those lines. So I had to smile back. I still couldn't understand why everyone hated this guy.

Except for Kaylene, Elena and Stefan, everyone seemed to be almost afraid of this guy. Sure the eyes of the girls lingered on him with lust, and guys glared at him with envy, but no one would really approach him.

"Well, I guess that should be our first objective. So let's think. You could write about a friend back where you moved from." I made a face at that, and he smiled and thought. "Maybe you could write about why you came here."

I wasn't too sure about this.

'Why wouldn't you want them to know? They should all know that you've been put through pain.'

'It's not something that you just share with everyone. It might even seem like you are asking for attention.'

"Well, if you're not sure about it, we can do something else. You can do a—"

"No, no I don't mind. I think it might be a little boring and too personal though." I interrupted.

"Well, I tend to find that the more personal it gets, the better the writing is." He shrugged.

I thought about it again for a minute. Then I looked up at his face and nodded.

"Good. Now let's start listing what you will put in the story."

We worked on that for about half an hour. Class was about to end when he started to look uneasy. He looked at me, confused. I gave him a questioning look back, but before I could ask what was wrong, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Mrs. Amzy.

"Serine, the principal wants to see you."

"Why?" I asked, scared, and racking through my brain for anything that could have gotten me in trouble.

"He didn't tell me. Now please pack up your stuff and walk to the main office."

"I'm not completely sure how to get there." I told her hesitantly

"Mr. Salvatore. Please escort her to the office? Thank you." She left before he could answer. She seemed a little freaked out by him.

"Well, let's go." He said, standing up. I nodded.

Before I walked out the door, I turned to see Kaylene, Elena, and Stefan, all with scared looks on their faces. I guess this made me the only one who wasn't afraid of the guy. It also made me mad. No one would let this guy make up for whatever he did, and from what Damon told me, Stefan is the one who did something wrong. Why is Damon getting ostracized for it? Oh, well. I'll be his friend. No matter what happens. I know what it's like to be lonely, and if I can help someone from being alone, then I would, no doubt about it.

Damon turned around to me. "You coming?"

I turned back to him. "Yup!" and I went to walk next to the beautiful man, who wouldn't be lonely anymore if I had anything to do with it.

Wow, im happy with how that came out! Yay! Well, please review!