Bonnie POV

They were obviously brothers, that much was obvious. The two of them looked so similar, it was impossible for them to be anything else.

The first one, the younger one (or so it looked) had short, black hair and very bright green eyes. He wasn't exactly muscular, but he wasn't lanky, either. He was the perfect mix of in-between. Not many people were able to pull off that kind of look, but he could, and perfectly. The other, older one was the one who happened to catch my eye. He looked much like his brother in the color of his hair, dark black, but his was much long. It almost touched his shoulders. His eyes were a sapphire blue, contrasting his brother's green shade. The second one was also much more muscular. He didn't look like one of the body builders that so many boys in our school were aspiring to be, but he was toned enough to make them all green with envy.

I was at a loss for words. Luckily, they weren't looking at me. They were staring down at papers they were both holding. Their schedules, I'm guessing. Mine was the same color of mustard yellow as the papers in their hands.

Elena's "hot-guy" radar must've gone off. Like magic, she was suddenly standing right next to me, panting and out of breathe. She had to have ran the whole way.

"Bonnie….did you…find the…new guys…Oh! Hello, there!" Elena said between breaths. Her outburst made the brothers look up from the brothers.

"Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Stefan Salvatore and this is my brother, Damon," The younger one- Stefan- said.

"Hiya! M'name's Elena! And this," she said while motioning to me," is Bonnie!"

I was so embarrassed. I felt my cheeks turn tomato red. The best thing I was able to reply with was a squeak of a "Hi" as a greeting.

I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Elena look at the boys thoroughly. Her eyes taking in every detail of the two of them. Yep. I knew it. She was making her claim on the two of them. No way that I would get my chance at one of them now. Elena would make sure of that. I was disappointed. The older on, Damon, caught my interest.

"So, what do you have for first period? Maybe I could show you around, "Elena offered, her voice filled with a honey tone.

"Arithmetic. And, no thanks. I already took a tour of the school before I came here. But, maybe Stefan might need some help finding his classes. After all, brother, you didn't come with me when I decided to take a sneak preview at the school," Damon responded. I was positively blown back. No one had ever refused Elena anything. Ever. This had been the first time I had ever seen it happen. Her charm always allowed her to get what she wanted when she wanted it.

"Um..okay. I have Trigonometry next. Where would that room be located?" Stefan asked a bit nervously. Elena led him out of the office to the math room. She seemed to be doing it in a rush.

I almost expected Damon to turn around and ask me to show him to his next class. But, when he just breezed past me, making sure to purposely bump my shoulder as he did so, and out of the office, I wasn't all entirely surprised. He did reject Elena, after all. Why did I even think that I would have a chance with him? It's not like I was as good-looking as Elena and Meredith. They were both beautiful. I was just…average next to them. They both had long, flowing, beautiful hair; mine was curly and messy. Their eyes were such beautiful colors, bright blue and exotic hazel: mine were just a yucky brown. Their legs were long and elegant and they were tall: mine were short, just like me. These thoughts gave me even more disappointment.

I walked out the office, feeling much less energetic and happy than when I had entered. I headed over to my locker after making sure I had gotten a late pass from the secretary, punched in the combination, and made sure I had all my books for the day. I didn't need much. Most of the teachers believed that none of us students were responsible, so they made us keep most of our supplies in the classroom. The only things we needed to bring with us were a pen and a folder. With a large sigh (thank goodness the hallways were empty) I walked to my next class. Arithmetic. I wasn't worried about running into Damon. There were many different teachers for one subject. I think Arithmetic had about three of four different ones. There was a slight chance that he would be in my same class, but I didn't think it was going to happen. After all, Damon looked like he was older than me. He might've been in a whole other grade level.

I pulled open the door. I was greeted by Mr. Thurman scolding me for being late.

"Ms. Bonnie, so good of you to join us. DO you happen to have a late pass?" as I handed him the slip of paper I had been carrying with me, he said," Good, now please take your seat. And pay attention to the lesson. It will be on your quiz next Friday."

With a nod, I walked over to my usual desk. Third row, second from the left. I had sat there all year. Mister Thurman never changed our seats unless it was absolutely necessary. It was extremely easy for me to memorize where I sat. But, what surprised me was who was sitting in the normally empty desk next to me. Damon Salvatore.

An: Again, sorry for another short chapter! But, I wanted to leave you in suspense. I'll try (no going to promise) to make the next one longer. Did I do a good job with this chapter? Let me know in a review.