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I'm sorry I took awhile to update this, but I had major writer's block and spent hours just staring at the computer screen. To make up for it I wrote a super long chappie for you guys, okay? Well, long by my standards anyway.

Disclaimer : Oh dear, most of the events in this story are based on events in Boys Over Flowers. And they don't belong to me. I hope you know that.

The characters belong to L.J Smith or her publishers anyway.

Enjoy!

My mind was a blank as I stared at Stefan and his raised eyebrows. Apathetic and aloof, he looked at me without much interest.

"…"

I didn't know what I should say to break the silence. I couldn't even remember my name.

I hated the way I was feeling right now. Vulnerable. Losing my wits. Dazed and sucker punched because I had met a handsome guy. Heck, I couldn't even formulate a coherent sentence anymore.

And anyway, since when did I plan to say something to Stefan Salvatore?

"…"

The silence was getting unbearable. I wished he would say something. Anything. Even if it was just to tell me to get lost. At least, I would have an excuse to just turn around and walk away without saying a word to him.

Unfortunately, it doesn't look like it was going to happened.

It was down to me.

"So, er," I said, slightly desperately, twisting my fingers nervously. "I'm really sorry to interrupt you, but I'm…kinda lost."

He raised one already raised eyebrow just a fraction higher. If he doesn't watch out it was going to disappear altogether.

It must have sounded stupid to him. Lost in a school. Who actually gets lost in the school? Especially since I haven't even technically entered the school yet. Well guess what? It's possible. If the school's name is Salvatore High School.

I took the eyebrow rising as an indication that he had understood what I was saying, and that he wasn't going to give me some form of verbal reply. "So…can you point me in the right direction?"

His expression smoothed out somewhat as he pointed his bow towards my left. I spotted a tiny little path that was just visible among the greenery, like stepping stones in a pond. And unlike stepping stones, it was nearly invisible. Well, that's certainly convenient.

"Oh, I see it. Well, thanks," I said breezily, and turn to walk down the path. To my surprise, he didn't go back to playing his violin immediately.

"By the way," I said, turning around. "Just, um, go back to whatever it is you were doing. Don't mind me!" I managed to say hastily. "Kay, well, byeee!"

And then I booked out of there.

I followed the path like he had said (non verbally) and eventually stumbled upon the lawn I had seen when the car had driven by the school.

It was covered in students all wearing the same uniform as me. I was suddenly thankful that we wore uniforms because if we were to wear home clothes, I'll stick out like a sore thumb. And I probably wouldn't like that.

I looked around the place uncertainly, not sure where to go.

Then I remembered the official looking envelope in my bag I had seen before I went down for breakfast with the two dweebs. Wondering what could possibly be in it; I sat down on a nearby stone bench and felt inside my new Kipling backpack. And I thought it was expensive. I actually saw people carrying Dolce and Gabbana backpacks.

It was an envelope made of old parchment with a green seal. Harry Potter much?

I ripped opened the seal and fumbled inside. Out came some documents as well as a brochure and a letter.

I set the things on the seat next to mine and read the letter first.

Dear Bonnie McCullough,

Enclosed you will find your timetable and some background information of the school. Also, please proceed to the administrative office to fill out some documents before class starts for the day. Please accept my heartiest congratulations on your acceptance into the school.

Sincerely,

Giuseppe Salvatore, CEO of Salvatore Holdings

I blinked at the terse letter. Call me stingy, but does he really need such a large piece of parchment to scribble four lines? I'm pretty this letter wasn't written by him too. He probably got a secretary for this kind of jobs, and simply signed it when it was done. What a jerk.

I shoved the note back into the envelope and opened the brochure of the school.

The first page contained a photograph of it in all its glory, when it first opened in 1974.

I held up the picture and compared it to the building of today. The school of today was no different from the one of yesterday, except maybe there were now new wings added to the school, and that it had been repainted. You couldn't tell that the school was more than 30 years old just by looking at the building too. It was probably only because Giuseppe Salvatore's father was so rich he could afford to maintain it in its original state until today.

Salvatore High School was previously known as Salvatore Academy, and only opened to boys until 1998, when Giuseppe Salvatore, CEO of Salvatore Holdings took over his father's entire empire, which included the school. This building, which was originally the a hunting lodge, was demolished to make way for the new school, after Michael Salvatore, founder of Salvatore High School, bought the rights to the land on which the school currently stands on. Apart from the stable block, any other remnants of the lodge was completely removed. Even the forest that used to surround it was cut down as newer establishments were set up in this vicinity. All that remains of the forest is the untamed bit of land that surrounds the school and separates it from the rest of the neighborhood.

When this school was established, it immediately became famous due to high academic and sports standards. Giuseppe Salvatore himself attended this school as a young boy and excelled visibly in sports like fencing and riding. The stable block was enlarged and various horses were imported. A riding arena was also built as well as a riding track. The school was most famous for riding as back then, it was only a sport that rich people could afford. However, Michael Salvatore awarded many scholarships to students that showed talent in riding but were unable to pay the school fees. Because of this their education at Salvatore High School were totally free and they later went on to represent America in various international sport meets, including the Olympics.

I snorted to myself. Even the brochure itself sounded snobby. I skipped through many paragraphs in the 'brief' history and finally came to the one about the sports programs and facilities.

Oh boy, there were many sports. Fencing, riding, tennis, hockey, gymnastics, soccer, netball, ice-skating … holy moly! Was there an ice rink in the school, is that it?

Finally my eyes came upon the last paragraph, which was small compared to-you got it- riding.

It was only in 1997 that Michael Salvatore decided to include the sport of swimming into the many other sport activities on the list. During the late 1990s and early 2000s it was the boom days of the company. It was mostly due to the fact that Michael Salvatore was near retiring age and that his son, Giuseppe, was to take over this glorious empire that was constructed from scratch. The resulting publicity ( not to mention the scandal about the various protests to allow girls into the school) made father and son sit down to think about a way that girls could excel in this school. Giuseppe Salvatore picked swimming.

An entirely new wing was constructed to house the swimming pool and all the other facilities budding swimmers need to train their bodies for competitive swimming. The construction was completed in mid 1998, and by then Michael Salvatore had already passed on his company to his son. Giuseppe Salvatore spent an estimated 5 million dollars in upgrading and constructing various new facilities for the sudden influx of students, as by that time girls were allowed to join the school. Most of the swimmers were female.

Then there was a list of students that had won awards in several competitions.

I flipped through the rest of the documents without much interest. There was a timetable and a map of the school, and some administrative forms. Remembering that I had to head to the administrative office to sort out my forms, I unfolded the map and found that it was not far from here. So I set off in the direction for the office.

I attracted some attention during my saunter across the grounds. I could feel lots of eyes burning into the back of my head and people ogling me without seeming concern that I may catch them staring. I stared at my new Mary Janes and heard whispers spread around me like a fire. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but judging from the giggles and snickers, I could tell they weren't friendly.

After the torturous long walk across the lawn, I finally reached the sanctuary of the school office, and away from the stares. I gave myself a little shake to compose myself, and then headed into the office.

After a few boring minutes of filling out some documents, I emerged cautiously from the office.

For some unknown reason, I could see a hug crowd of students gathered at the entrance to the school. The girls were making squealing noises, and for some reason I immediately thought about the wounded bottlenose dolphin I spotted on a cruise once.

Judging from the way they were jumping up and down, and the way they were continuously squealing, made me wonder if Justin Bieber or Ian Somerhalder was visiting the school or something (A/N : lol funny idea huh? :x) . Maybe.

Somehow, I think it was because of another reason.

I fumbled a little with the papers in my red Kipling backpack, securing a spot in the crowd next to a guy who was showing off his new Armani jacket to his friends. "Do you know how expensive it was?" he bragged. "Well, let me give you a clue. It's so exclusive, there's only ten like this in the whole world, and only three in America! I have one, and it seems like Damon Salvatore himself has one too…"

"Dude, that's cool," one of his friends chimed, punching him on the shoulder, only to earn himself a glare.

"Watch out! Mind the fabric; it's probably worth more than your hand."

"Sorry, Tyler," Tyler's unfortunate friend mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. Was that how it was like in high school? Gold over bros? Okay, that was terrible comparison.

Then I felt someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around cautiously.

"Bonnie!" my best friend cried.

I gasped. "Elena! Thank God!" We hugged each other. She was wearing the same uniform as me, only it looked way better than her, the short skirt playing up to her long legs. She had an identical Kipling bag, except hers was blue, the same lapis lazuli shade as her eyes. And she was wearing a beret that matched her whole ensemble.

"What's with the crown?" I asked, touching the beret.

She adjusted it and grinned. "Art scholarship student, hello? I must look the part!" she trilled, spinning around to emphasize her words.

"Hmms, it looks like I forgot to put on my swimming cap and goggles this morning," I said sarcastically, pretending to look upset.

"Have no fear!" Elena declared, calling my bluff. "I knew that would happened, so I prepared them for you." She reached inside her bag and took out the items, then held them up to me.

I laughed. "You can't be serious!"

"Oh, I'm," she said mischievously. "If you don't, I'll have to cart it around the whole day. For goodness sake, just wear them already! You wear them when you go swimming, don't you?"

"Ew, but not when I'm at school! Look, I'll carry it for you, okay?"

She grinned wickedly, then tossed me the cap and goggles, which I quickly stored in my backpack.

"So what's with the congregation?" she asked, nodding towards the crowds of students arranged around the entrance to the school.

"No idea. Maybe those fashion designers are showing up with a uniform alternative to the current one."

"What? I like this one, it's cute!"

"You mean, cu-ewwwt," I corrected. "C'mon, let's go closer for a better look."

I grabbed her wrist and tugged her closer to the center of the crowd, dodging under armpits and bags (there are occasional pluses to being short). Elena whimpered and her hand shot up to prevent stuff from knocking her beret over.

I stopped behind three girls. They were three, very gorgeous, very pretty girls, but they refused to make room for me.

"Ew, back off," one muttered, slamming her expensive Jimmy Choo bag into my chest, knocking the breath out of me.

I retaliated by shoving my own bag into the small of her back.

She turned and glared at me, her pretty face contorted. "What's your problem, bitch?"

"You?" I sniped.

She took in a sharp intake of breath. I thought she was going to punch me with her manicured hand, when a scream rang across the babble of voices.

"They're here!"

Immediately the girl whipped around, so fast that her long brown hair slapped the side of my face. I cupped my stinging cheek and yelped, but she didn't even seem to notice. Instead, her eyes were glued to the school doors, which were slowly opening.

I stood on my toes to get a better look, and saw fours silhouettes in the doorway, arranged in some sort of formation. I raised my eyebrows and gave Elena a confused look.

The three girls in front of me started to hyperventilate.

", IT'S THEM, IT'S THEM!" screamed the girl whose hair had hit me. She wasn't the only one behaving that way. Many other girls looked ready to pass out at the sight of the four guys entering the school.

I recognized them immediately. Stefan, Sage, Shinichi and Damon, who was at the lead. Of course. I rolled my eyes at Elena, who looked appalled at the way the students were behaving. Okay, why were this people behaving this way around these guys in particular?

They walked down the makeshift aisle the students had made like it was a runway with aloof expressions on their faces. So that was where Stefan had gotten that look. And then I realized that Damon was wearing the coat, the one that I had seen on the other guy, Tyler or something.

And then the entourage stopped walking. All of them. At the same time. It was as though Damon had some sort of secret code that could tell his fellow gang members when and where they should stop. And he had chosen to stop in front of the three girls, who were in front of me, and were giggling away girlishly, probably thinking he wanted to say something to them. I shrank back from his sight, feeling uncomfortable about seeing him after the suicide incident and the night in the alley. His gaze fell on me for a moment but then swept past me and stopped on Tyler, who were standing next to me and his friends.

Tyler looked uncomfortable- he shifted around uneasily inside his posh jacket, looking anyway but at Damon.

Damon's voice was soft, "I give you five seconds."

Tyler looked up at him, startled. "W-what?"

"Five," Damon said simply.

Now Tyler was looking positively terrified. "What- Is it something I did?"

"Four…"

Tyler glanced at his friends helplessly, but all of them stared back at him with wide, scared eyes, and I could tell that they were as clueless as he.

"Three…"

The poor guy swallowed and stared at his feet, waiting for the inevitable punishment that would befall him. I didn't exactly know what Damon was so pissed about, but if I was Tyler, I'll take that jacket off.

"Two…" Tyler was sweating visibly now, and the whole crowd was watching with bated breath to see what was about to happen.

"One." Damon paused for awhile after the one, then looked towards Sage, who was standing at slightly behind him. "Sage," he said lazily. "Do you have any more of that juice left over from your breakfast this morning?"

"Yes," Sage said, giving a brief nod. "Do you want me to give it to you?"

Damon held up his hand. A silent consent.

Sage reached inside his expensive coat and pulled out a tiny bottle of orange juice, which he handed to Damon. He took it, then his other hand suddenly shot up to grab Tyler by the lapels of his fancy coat. Jerking hard, he pulled him to the front, right before him.

"Unscrew this," he said, handing the bottle to Tyler.

With shaking hands, Tyler promptly did as he was told. Damon snatched the bottle away from his hands without a word of thanks, then seized him again by the coat lapels. He held the bottle up.

Everyone let out a gasp.

With a cruel smile on his face Damon tipped the contents of the bottle all over Tyler's jacket.

I let out a second gasp, and Elena shot me a horrified look.

Damon slowly let the rest of the juice trickle out, until he was satisfied. Then, he let go of the jacket. Tyler stumbled as he nearly lost his balance. His eyes were wide as he stared down at the stain on his jacket in horror.

"Let that be a lesson to you," Damon said evenly, before replacing the cap back onto the bottle. Then, he forced it into Tyler's hand.

As the group of them walked off towards the floating staircase (yes, you read that right. This school is really rich), Tyler was mobbed. Not just by his friends, but by other people, all wanting to-get this- collect the bottle. Because apparently, it had touched Damon's and Sage's hands.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I muttered under my breath as Elena and I stared at the students now fighting over the bottle. One of the bitchy girls who was in front of us earlier had gotten it, and was now laughing with her friends as she made her way towards the stairs.

"Those boys were horrible," Elena glared in the direction of the stairs. "How can they get away with it?"

"Having second thoughts about them, aren't we?" I sniped. "I can't believe they are so popular!"

Then I felt someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hello, bitch," the girl whose hair had whipped me said as Elena and I turned around. "We have a score to settle."

"You settled it already, you and your stupid hair," I replied.

She gave me a poisonous smile. "Oh, sorry about that."

"Who are you?" Elena asked curiously, and I realized she hadn't seen the exchange between both of us.

"You don't know us?" I'm surprised," she said back, then struck a pose. "Miranda."

Her blonde friend did the same. "Sunny."

And her red headed friend took on the same pose too. "Ginger."

They held it for a moment longer, and then dropped the pose.

"We're the three reigning princesses of Salvatore High School, so next time, when you are addressing us; do take care to be more polite. You wouldn't want to get on our bad side. However, since today are your first days, we'll let it slide." Ginger said with a smirk.

"Oh, that's real kind of you, I'm sure," Elena said sarcastically. "You and Damon Salvatore, you guys make a right pair."

To our surprise, Ginger beamed. "Thank you."

"Wait. You mean you actually like being compared to that idiot?" I asked, shocked.

"That idiot? Damon Salvatore?" Ginger gasped, her mouth shaped like an o as she stared at us. "Seriously, how can you call Damon Salvatore an idiot? He's like, the hottest thing in school."

"In the country," Sunny added seriously.

"In the world,' Miranda put in.

"O…kay… that's a little too much of an exaggeration," I said suspiciously. Were these girls pulling my leg?

"Serious-leh, do you know so little about him?" Miranda asked with a roll of her eyes.

"What should I know about him?"

"He's, Damon freaking Salvatore. He's rich, smart, popular, witty, not to mention as sexy as hell… he's basically freaking perfect. What's not to like? Everyone loves him. And the rest of the F4 are the same."

"F4?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes, that's the name of their group. Sage, Shinichi and Stefan are all good looking, but not a patch on Damon." Sunny exclaimed.

"Not even close," Ginger added.

"Wait, I thought they call themselves the Salvatores?" Elena asked.

Now all three rolled their eyes. "That's what the commoners think, of course. And judging from that cheap beret, it's obvious both of you belong in that category," Ginger smirked.

"Judging from your wonky nose, I'll say that your plastic surgeon botched up the surgery," I retorted, because I could see that Elena was hurt by the comment.

Ginger gasped. "What?"

Miranda stepped forward until we were practically nose to nose. "Watch your words, or someday, you may get killed for talking too much."

"Carry on like this, and you can win the Queen Bitch award," I snapped back.

"I'm not gonna get you today, because it's Be kind to Animals' week," Miranda hissed. "But put another toe out of the line, and that's it. You're screwed."

And then, she and her friends stalked off.

"Are you ready to get out of the pool yet?" Elena called from the side, her blue eyes flickering with amusement.

"Just two more laps!" I yelled before diving under the surface of the water again.

I powered up and down the pool. Two laps was very short for me. I usually swan fifty while practicing. Satisfied, I pushed myself out of the pool and dripped my way towards where Elena was waiting, with dry clothes and clean towels.

"Thanks," I said gratefully, wrapping a towel around my shivering body as she walked me to the showers.

"I'll meet you outside, okay?" Elena yelled.

"Yeah, fine." I called from inside the cubicle. The shower cubicles were huge, bigger than the public showers at the swimming pool where I usually swam. And the shower had high water pressure too. I stripped out of my wet swim suit, then stood under the jet of water and let out a relieved sigh as the hot water relaxed my aching back muscles. This was heaven. Maybe going to this school wasn't so bad after all. Apart from the morning spate with Miranda and her clique, things went smoothly. Except that Elena and I had to starve during lunch since we couldn't afford the type of food they were selling. Honestly! Sashimi? Buddha jumps over the wall? I hadn't even heard that dish before!

After I was done with the shower, I put on my uniform and zipped up the school's regulation sweat suit. Elena was waiting for me outside, and she was grinning.

"Look was I got!" she exclaimed, and handed me an ice cream cone. I raised an eyebrow at her. "The chef back there gave me the leftover gelato from lunch," she giggled. "It's dee-lish, huh?"

"Nice," I said appreciatively, only I wasn't talking about the ice cream. "Real smooth, Elena."

She grinned and licked her ice cream. "Let's go, then. I think we're the only ones still here."

We walked along the huge stone steps that led down towards the lawn.

And then I spotted the four dreaded figures.

"Great, enemy at 11'o clock," I hissed at Elena.

She rolled her eyes. "So? Just ignore them."

"Hello? Awkward much!"

"Honestly, Bonnie! It'll be fine."

It turned out it wasn't.

Elena slipped on the last few steps and her hand immediately shot out to break the fall. Both hands. Including the one with the ice cream.

The cone went soaring through the air and came to land, face down…

On Damon Salvatore's fancy shoes.

Oh no, we're screwed, I screamed in my head.

Elena hastily scrambled to her feet and went to stand beside me.

I'm sorry," she mouthed.

Damon looked up at her, and his eyes were blazing.

"You're sorry?" he repeated mockingly. "If sorry makes everything okay why do you think there are laws and police in the world?"

"I'll…pay for the shoes," Elena stammered. Despite her previous assurances, she seemed afraid.

"You?" he scoffed. "Do you know how much this shoes caused? Do you really think YOU could replace them, bumpkin?"

Elena kept quiet.

"Since you can't, I don't know why I shouldn't sue you now." Damon continued.

"Look, I'll do anything!" Elena finally burst out.

"Anything?" there was a sly look on his face.

"Yes, anything," she said weakly.

"Fine." Damon held the soiled shoe in front of him. "Lick it."

"What?" Elena gasped.

"I said, lick it," Damon repeated, a sadistic expression on his face.

"I…" Elena stared at me helplessly.

I glared at Damon. "Why are you doing this to her?"

He looked at me like he had just noticed me.

"It's none of your business."

"Didn't she say she'll pay you back for the shoes? Also, I'm sure someone like you has plenty of shoes. Why do you need her to clean it in sure an inhumane way?"

"Inhumane?" Damon chuckled. "I'll show you inhumane. If you lick this shoes instead of her, I'll forget about this whole incident."

Elena gasped and looked at me.

I glared at him and took a deep breath.

Then I bend down like I was going to lick his shoe.

"Bonnie! Don't do it!" Elena yelled, but Sage grabbed her roughly on the shoulder to shut her up.

Damon gave me a sadistic smile.

Then, with all my might, I straightened and smashed the melting ice cream in my hand right on his face.

And…that's it!

I know Damon seems like a real jerk, but that won't last too long, I promise.

Also, the dish Buddha Jumps over the wall is a popular delicacy in my area, and very expensive. It's tasty, though!

By the way, Miranda, Sunny and Ginger don't belong to me. They are actually characters from Boys over Flowers!