[A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait! I actually had this done last week or so but I had some…complications…Christmas and New Year's had me working my butt off!

So this was originally planned to be you guy's Christmas Treat but I think New Year's treat would be more appropriate. Thank you for all the AMAZING reviews I had last chapter! You guys are amazing.

P.S: The outfit Elena is wearing is on my profile.

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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Over Hill, Over Dale

I Week Later- Elena POV-

God! I wish American high school would be more like they are in the movies. From what high school is like in the movies, that's seriously saying something!

Saying I'm homesick is a serious understatement! I miss my friends, I miss my job (yeah, shocker, even for me) and most of all, I miss my school. What? No, not the lessons! Ha-ha, only one could wish; and by 'one' I mean the teaching community. What I'm saying is that I really miss my school generally; one of the things that's different that happens to come in mind; cheerleaders. The ones here are

A: Not the most popular but is snooty and thinks they run the school.

B: Almost all blonde.

The cheerleaders in my school were probably one of the most cooperative and nicest people you'll ever meet! One of the other thing, tables. You get out of class and all you wanna do is find any random table to either eat at, talk to your friends or both. Apparently, here: all the tables are somehow labelled (web techs, losers, geeks ect). You can't sit anywhere without getting the evil eyes from someone who claims that the table is theirs. It truly shocks me at how some people act in this school.

I can't believe I'm saying this but one of the other things I miss is...wait for it...still waiting...almost there...School uniform. I know, I sound like some loser but it's true. At least when wearing school uniform, you don't have a chance to dress slutty. Okay, so maybe a few people from my school used to buy skirts made for 7th graders but not the point.

Apparently, the non-uniform thing doesn't faze Katherine but I guess it was about time she finally noticed what I'm actually wearing to school isn't exactly what she'd preferred I'd wear...

"First weekend of the job, how does it feel?" Katherine shifted in her spot to get a better view of Elena on the webcam on the laptop she was currently borrowing from Mr Mystery. It wasn't the first time I was skyping with my sister. And boy do I hope it wouldn't be the last; though at the same time, I don't. Is that mean? I have a feeling living a bitchy life has had an impact on me.

"So, I'm guessing he gave in?" I hinted pointing my finger to the screen, pointing out that she is wearing a men's shirt loosely around her body.

"Urgh! Don't remind me! Still no luck." She sulked. "Only reason I'm wearing his shirt is because I just got out of the shower."

"Why am I still here then? Come on, I wanna go home!" The groan escaped my lips as I whined to Katherine, my eyes imploring her to take back her place in Mystic Falls.

"I'm not the only one with tough luck because you're stuck for about 11 more months without anyone realizing anything." Another agonising groan escaped my lips once again "That reminds me..." She starts, moving her lips as if she's a responsible teacher talking to a kid in need of a lecture. "We need to talk..."

"Your breaking up with me, aren't you...? Why! What did I do!?" I put on my best fake hysteria, lightning the mood in advance for the serious conversation we are about to have.

"Not that..." She spoke, pronouncing every syllable in perfection. "I'm concerned about what you're wearing to school."

Dammit!

"You sound like a therapist!" I moaned, breaking her 'higher power' act into dust.

"Your right...I do." She mumbled more to herself. "But seriously. You should, I don't know, wear something that doesn't cover up so much. It's not like your Fat Amy."

"So what you mean is, dress in something slutty." I nod my head in understanding the hidden picture. How I miss uniform.

"Well..." Katherine started, probably thinking of a way to reword my sentence "yeah, pretty much."

"Do I have to?"

"Honey, I don't think you have much of a choice."

That is how I got to this point.

I swear, in this scenario, it looks like I'm staring at a mixture between me and Katherine, except, it's only the mirror in her bedroom that's looking back at me with judgemental glances.

My eyes shot up and down at the person in the mirror. I'm just hoping it's not cold outside because the outfit Katherine is making me wear is definitely not suitable. My hair is in its normal loose curly style, fanned on one side, resting on one shoulder and the other side flowing behind the other. I was wearing a light pink, one shoulder sweater, hanging loosely around my figure with the left side draping over the short (too short) skirt, the sweater was worn with. The skirt was obviously Katherine's 'must' since it revealed ten times more than covered. To top of the whole outfit, I was presented with a pair of pink vans with white laces; Katherine suggested I wear heals but I gladly refused. The outfit's not as slutty as per say (thanks to the sweater) but it was still a lot different than anything else I have been asked to wear.

However, this time, I was asked by Katherine; who makes a big difference because if I refuse, there's a shot I may get caught. We don't want that now, do we?

Ring, ring! Speak of the devil… I grab my phone that had been discarded long ago and, sure enough, it was Katherine. Go figure.

"May I help you?" I spoke in a worn out voice.

"Sounds like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed…" Katherine mused in a teasingly voice.

"Well…considering it's not my bed, that's an understatement."

"Come one! It's only been like 2 weeks and you already wanna give up!? Cheer up! You're putting me in a mood. If you really wanna give up…" Katherine trailed off, making my face light up with excitement with just the thought of shutting this whole thing. "Then suck it up! This year is the year of events in Mystic Falls and since I'm a part of the second most important founding family after the Lockwood's, you my friend are expected to show up and chitchat with the town folks."

"Now, now. Don't forget I'm also expected to show up at every school dance and show up at the grill after school and weekends and hold a gazillion conversations in class an-"

"Okay, okay!" Katherine huffed, "I surrender! I'm cruel. Well, as weird as it seems, I did call you for something. You still have that reward from P.E right?"

"Yeah…" I stretched each syllable, unsure of what she was on about.

"Good, you won't have to hurt my attendance. I need you to meet someone for me." She vaguely explained. "And for you." With that part quickly added.

"It has to be today!? Some guy was coming to your school to give a lecture and almost half the school's skipping. I was looking forward to an almost deserted school…"

"Well tough luck. Go to the grill. You're expected by a friend of mine at 8:45. Since school starts at 8:30 you'll have enough time to clear everything up in the office and walk all the way to the grill. Now before you ask how you'll find her, just look for a girl wearing a brown leather jacket." Katherine rambled on, her sentences kind of rushed. "Oh well, good luck. Bye now!"

"Kath-" I tried reasoning with her but the very annoying beep of the phone told me otherwise. I guess I should just do as she says if I expect to survive. You know, at least I'll have a day without Damon Freaking Salvatore. I, though extremely unhappy about it, have to say that the day I actually won the authorized day off (with the very little help from the devil himself), was certainly not my last encounter. We just had to be in the same circle of friend, right? Can the universe be any crueller!?

One day without any flirty comments or temptation. It doesn't help that he's good looking. Very, very good looking; very, very, very, very- okay, I'm drifting! Point is that he's a jackass who I can't stand to be around. However, unfortunately, I don't think I have much of a say in it…

"God! Even you're skipping! What's up with people in this damn school?" Caroline huffed, clearly baffled at the idea of me (well Katherine) out for a day.

"Calm down Care. I'm sure you can go through one day without me." I tried on the Katherine act, which I had now gotten quite used to and comfortable with. To be honest, the Katherine act isn't the only thing that I had gotten used to and comfortable with… Not that I was ever envious or still am but I got to admit, her life is pretty sweet…

"Caroline, we gotta go. Remember we have to be in assembly early today." Bonnie hissed, glancing back and forth to the clock tower in the courtyard and the blonde next to her.

"Oh yeah!" And the light bulb goes bing. "Completely forgot about that! Well, bye Kat."

As Bonnie dragged Caroline to the hallways of the not-so-legendary Mystic Falls High, I for one had to get this certificate-thingy checked out at the office so I can have a verified day off. Weird, right? I also found it weird when I found out the entrance of the office was on the opposite side of the student entrance but I guess I know why the school doesn't want annoying teenagers disturbing other annoying teenagers' annoying parents.

I was walking at a pace that could easily be scaled between medium and 'get me the fuck out of here!' I guess I just wanted to get this secret rendezvous with Katherine's friend over with. Recently, I've been going round Richmond at weekend and afterschool most of the time. Figures there is like a 1% shot someone will recognize me.

In a matter of minutes, I was found eagerly walking/running up to the doorsteps of the office. Her hands gripped the handle of the door leading and pulled it back with all her strength. She later found herself regretting being in a rush because Elena now found her back against the wall next to the now still door, her breath heaving and some hair stuck on her recently applied lip-gloss.

There he was, casually leaning on one of the walls, probably waiting for this certificate to be verified. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

It's not like I'm afraid of him or anything, it's just when I'm around him. I don't know, I just forget Katherine, I be myself because he's so god damn infuriating! And if I hang around him more, I'll be myself more and that would conclude to horrible things…

I take a deep breath before flinging the door open once again, this time opting to a slow pace. I coolly made her way, next to Damon, waiting for someone to come out and verify the certificate. Damon at first looked a little taken back at my attendance but soon recovered with a wide grin, breaking out on his face.

"Katherine." He greeted the smirk still evident on his face.

"Damon. Pleasure, I'm sure." I felt gaze burn my flesh but I connected my eyes to the glass separating the waiting room to the office. I couldn't dare to make eye contact.

Turns out, though; that for this one time, luck was on my side. Because a woman, looking in her mid-thirties, emerged from a room labelled 'Printing' with what I'm guessing is Damon's to take home. She was wearing a brown pencil skirt, coming up to her knees and the ugliest blouse I've ever seen. Shouldn't have gone for the green…

"I've got yours right here Mr Salvatore." She said perkily as Damon flashed one of his charming smiles. Seriously, what is this woman? 36? And she's hitting on a student. I roll my eyes at her being ever so obvious. I guess that did the trick because her attention was now reverted to me. "How may I help you?" She walked over to the glass, her voice now dimmed and an annoyed look in her eyes.

She handed Damon the paper with a cracking smile.

"I would like to authorize my certificate."

"Oh yes." Her demeanour lowering as she literally snatched the piece of paper from my hands. With that, she left with a dirty look.

"Bitch." I muttered under my breath with an amused look from Damon directed at me.

I walked in the grill, repeating the tid-bit of information given to me by Katherine. Brown leather jacket, brown leather jacket! How hard could it be?

I took stealthy steps through the grill, examining everyone in the 'not so packed' grill since it's a Monday morning. Everyone here look like they just want to get drunk before the PM. I continue on my observation when I see a woman in her twenties near the darts board.

I make my way up to her, making sure that there wasn't anyone else the same as her. When I was arm's length away from her, I solemnly tapped her shoulder to get her attention. She probably has no idea who I am.

Her head shot around to meet my gaze. "Ah, Elena, is it?" Okay, so she does know who I am.

"You don't know how much I enjoyed someone call me that!" I drifted into a more comfortable zone, knowing she knew my secret. She returned with a small smile playing at her lips.

"You play?"

"Little bit." Sure, I might've gotten a prize at school but no biggie. "So," I started, curiosity taking me over, "How do you know about me and Katherine?"

"Very good question; I was waiting for you to bring that up." The woman took her first shot, landing on double 20. "You honestly think Katherine Peirce, the one who got an F- on her ICT exams junior year can find a person online?"

Suddenly it clicked. So she was the one who helped Katherine? Go figure. She must have noticed the turning happening in my brain because she let put a small chuckle; must be the wide eyes.

"Don't look too surprised. There is a brain underneath all this."

I took a moment to take all the information in.

"Well," I said, breaking the silence, "You know my name, I think it's only fair if I know yours."

Realization dawned on her pretty features that she'd yet to introduce herself. "My name is Nadia. Nadia Petrova."

It is so relieving to hear I actually have an ally less than 500 miles away from me. Really relieving. Yet so relieving, it's actually put me in a good mood. Who would've guessed?

I waved at Nadia across the grill as she was already edging the exit. As she walked out after responding to my farewells, I see the thing I really don't want to encounter at the moment. As per usual, there he is. Damon Salvatore.

I'm not letting him ruin my mood. I clutch the darts in my hand but let my hand out instantly as the pointy part made contact with my skin. I let a small shriek but I guess it wasn't small enough because his head turned to the way of the familiar sound.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath as I ducked. Why on earth did I duck!?

I counted up to thirty, just hoping he'd leave it alone and, well, leave me alone. I popped my head up a little and scanned the grill. I let out a sigh of relief when there was no sign of him. That was a close one! I'm sorry but I just don't want to blow my cove, especially the 'talk' I just had with Nadia. And since Damon's infuriating behaviour seems to bring out my 'Elena' side, I'd rather stay the hell away from him.

Turns out the universe had different plans for me because when I got up from my unnecessary hiding spot, I heard his familiar velvet voice and a hand on my forearm, "Looking for this?" I whip around on instinct and grabbed his wrist. I pushed it the way it shouldn't go and found a pressure point before squeezing it with all my life.

He solemnly yelped out in pain as his knee gave out. As soon as I realized who I was dealing with, I instantly let go of his wrist and helped him up to standing position.

"How the fuck did you know how to do that!?" He exclaimed whilst shaking his hand ferociously to get some colour back in them.

"Oh my god! Damon, I'm so sorry!" And with that, my Katherine act shattered to pieces like a damaged mirror.

"Is this what dying feels like?" He muttered in pain. Okay, so that trick can hurt just a little bit. His misery just snapped me out of my 'non-Katherine' act and reminded me exactly who I'm supposed to be right now.

"Next time, don't jump me." I coolly replied, fetching the darts that had previously discarded.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Damon started, pre-cautiously, his hands waving in warning. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Oh, come on Damon. It's just darts." I started aiming for my shot.

"Yeah and the last time you tried, you almost shot me in the eye." He continued in a 'matter-of-fact' voice as he unintentionally joined me, by my side.

"I've got moves you've never seen." I replied vaguely before taking mu shot and proving my point by hitting bulls eye.

"Not bad, not bad." He complimented with slow claps. "Wanna go someplace with me?"

"If that someplace is your bedroom…" I paused to see his reaction but turned back to her new dart, "I'll pass."

"Always assuming aren't you Katherine." He mused, shaking his head in mock disappointment, "But, I'm actually heading out of this boring town. I sure would like company." He said more to himself.

"Ask Rebekah, I'm sure she'll happily oblige." Katherine did tell me to hold a grudge…

"Come on," Damon edged towards me, ignoring my comment and out-stretching his hand. "What better thing do you have to do?"

"Where exactly are we going?" I spoke, a little louder than usual because we were driving at full speed down the A13 highway and Damon insisted we open some of the windows.

"Over hill, over dale, through bush, through brier, over park, over pale, through flood, through fire." Damon smirked; obviously enjoying shrouding me in curiosity.

"Seriously Damon!" I whined in my seat like a three year old and crossed my arms over my chest stubbornly. Yep, my Katherine act is out of the window, just like I expected it to…

"Calm down, we're here." Damon stated as the blue vehicle (I don't think car is the right word) slowed down and pulled up near an opening of a forest.

"You drove me all the way here so we could 'hang out' at Grove hill Forest!?" At least that's what the sign said, who knows what he's capable of now… Okay, so I might be over acting.

"Come on! It'll be fun." He encouraged in a 'not-so' convincing voice.

What have I gotten myself into?!

5 Hours Later

Ultimate fun.

Yep, those, out of all the words out there, are the ones I've chosen to describe the past, say, 5 hours. Who knew!?

Damon Salvatore can be annoying from time to time; okay, all the time! But, the point is, annoyingness makes the best company. I'm pretty sure that if he wasn't so dim in the brain, he would've figured out that I am not Katherine because I'm acting nothing like her.

So now, after hours of running around, we were perched on one of the sturdy, high branches of a white oak tree, waiting for the sun to set. I tried to hide my fear of heights, which seemed impossible because of how high we both were. Apparently, Katherine was fearless.

"Thanks for today Damon. I really needed it." I broke the comfortable silence as I leaned further back into the tree. Damon turned his head with a surprised look on his face but a slight smile playing along his lips.

"Katherine Peirce? Needing comfort?" He emphasized his words as if they were sacred.

I playfully hit him.

"Oh ha, ha,"

"I do my best." He flashed his signature smirk, which I'm so familiar with, as I giggle softly. "Well, I'm glad I brought you. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to push myself onto the lake." He laced his voice with borderline humour and sarcasm but there was a warm element to his eyes that seemed unshakeable. What is up with this side of Damon!?

"The suns setting!" I exclaim as I notice the skies with a more orangey flare.

"Yippee." Damon sarcastically drawled out.

"Hide the attitude; it was your idea to come up here."

I am risking blowing my cover by hanging around with Damon but I don't this it's because he's annoying…anymore at least.

[So, *hint* *hint* Damon is just mere chapters away from finding out *wink* *wink*. But maybe I'm lying, maybe I'm not.

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