AN: This chapter is going to start when Bonnie first enters the classroom.

Damon POV (An: I'll more than likely be switching point- of-views every chapter)

I couldn't help but glare at her. What kind of witch was this little red-head? She had me under a spell from the second I met her. When I saw that this was starting to scare her, I made my body tense and rigid. I wanted her to be as frightened of me as possible. Then, maybe she would decide to stay away. And, I would be free of whatever spell she had put me under.

The only time I dared to turn away from her was when I smelled the scent of something absolutely delicious. Blood. And, it was coming from the girls across the room. Well, this was the perfect chance to seduce them. If I do it now, there was a better chance of getting to their necks and tasting that sweet blood by the end of school day. So, naturally, I started to flirt. Laugh, smile, wink. Just doing whatever I could to give them the attention that the trio was desperate for. It worked like a charm, as always. But, a little mind persuasion never hurt anybody.

I even checked into the little red-haired demon's thoughts. She was jealous of the attention they were getting from me. The thought made me smile. I was killing two birds with one stone. I was going to get the blood I wanted from these girls, and, I was succeeding in pushing away the witch. And, this was all during first period.

I continued flirting at the insecure cheer-leaders and glaring at the small demon sitting next to me. My guess was she had had enough. Once the bell rang, she practically ran out of her seat and out the door to her next period. I had done my job successfully. She wanted to be very far away from me. And, that was a good thing. I wouldn't have to be concerned with my petty feelings for this girl any longer.

I made my way to my next class. I still don't understand why Stefan had made me come with him. I understand that he had said that girls look for guys in school. But, why couldn't I just get them once school let out? After all, it would save me the torment of having to sit through the classes where the talked about events that occurred back when I was born. The stupid teachers got almost every detail wrong. I was alive when half of these things happened. I would know the specifics, these idiots do not. At least I wasn't headed there right now. My next class was calculus. My histoy claass came a the end of the day.

I easily found my way to the small room, given my excellent sense of direction. Being a vampire had many advantages, including helping you out on the first day of school. I made my way into the class, automatically receiving attention from the student population. The teacher stood up, in an approach to notice my entrance.

"Welcome. You must be Mr. Salvatore. I'm Mr. Anderson. Please, take a seat wherever you like. I hope you came prepared with a calculus text book, "he said with a smile. It was an attempt to feel welcome. This teacher was amazing me. Because of my vampirism, most peoples' instinct told them to stay away. This man was the only one to actually welcome me, and with a friendly face. He was, so far, one of my favorites.

I took a seat in one of the empty desks in the back of the class. I wasn't in the mood for finding anymore blood-donors, so I chose to be by myself. I barely paid attention to the lesson the teacher was talking about. All I could think of was that red-head I had seen just moments before.

What was this odd hold she had on me? It wasn't natural. I had been with plenty of girls in my five centuries, but none of them seemed to have the same affect with me in the days I had known them then this girl did in the two seconds I had met her. At first, I thought she was a witch, but, she doesn't have the type of energy about her that a witch did. I sat with her for a full forty two minutes and thirty two seconds. If she was a witch, I would've sensed it. So, what was it about her that captivated my attention? That was one question I didn't have an answer to.

I was brought out of my revelations by the teacher calling out to

"Mister Damon, since you look like you have been paying such excellent attention to today's lesson, why don't you give us the answer to problem number four, " Mr. Anderson said, using a sarcastic tone for the first part that made everyone start to snicker.

I didn't even need to look into the textbook for this, like most students would. The answer was on the tip of his mind. It was practically screaming for me to read it. All I had to do was take a peak at what he was thinking and BOOM! I had the answer I needed.

"The answer to number four is the square root of seven times eighteen which equals an official sum of 47.623," I replied, becoming a little smug at their astonished faces. Yep, it was good to be a vampire.

"Uh, very good, Mister Damon. Now class, pay attention….." the teacher droned on. I tuned him out and began to get lost back in my thoughts.


After going through the rest of calculus, plus biology and English, it was finally time for lunch. I walked in through the fairly large, plastic double doors and entered the cafeteria to find my brother. Sure, having lunch with him didn't particularly interest me, but he was the only one of these people I was willing to sit with.

It wasn't long before the double doors opened to reveal the little demon I had been thinking of all day. Bonnie. I knew I shouldn't be surprised to see her here, seeing as the fact that all of our grade had lunch together, but I was. And, I was also extremely angry. Would I ever get to live in peace without this small little girl bothering me?

I heard her conversation as she walked by her friends' table. It held nothing interesting. Just her telling them that she couldn't sit there. I also saw how, the second she passed bby our table, she walked slightly faster, in a hope to get away from us. Again, nothing interesting. The human instinct tells their minds to be afraid. Somewhere deep in the brains, they know that we are hunters and that they should leave. I was also able to hear, with perfect clarity, what was going on as Bonnie talked to her friend, Elena. It was also boring. Just her thanking Elena for buying lunch. But, then Elena said something that really caught both my brother's and my own attention.

"What exactly did Damon do to you in Trig?" She spoke, her eyes saying that she wanted every detail to be gathered.

Stefan and I both turned our complete attention over to that one little table in the back of the room. It had captured our complete interest and curiosity. I was interested in what the little witch was going to say. But, I was extremely curious as to why they were talking about this particular subject. After all, what difference had it made what I had acted like? It's not like I had attempted to murder the girl.

"I told you. He glared at me the entire period and he was extremely stiff as he did so. The only time he actually turned his evil stare away from me was when he went to flirt with those damn cheerleaders."

"Well, you didn't tell me about the stiffness…..but, yeah. That's exactly what Stefan was like, too. Minus the flirting, of course."

So that's why it was important to the two of them. They wanted to know why exactly we have behaved exactly the same during our first encounters with them.

So, why exactly were you glaring at the fair Elena? I questioned my brother.

I wasn't glaring, par se. She looks exactly like Katherine did and that surprised me. I was trying to get a closer look and it looked like I was glaring as I did so. And, why might you have been glaring at Bonnie? He shot back at me.

None of your business, that's why. I wasn't about to let him know that I was angry at this pixie-like girl for having some super-natural hold over me.

I heard that.

Crap. Apparently, I hadn't been blocking my thoughts as well as I had originally thought I was. I ignored him and went back to listening to the conversation.

"Do you think this is a major coincidence? Or, is it all somehow…connected?" the witch-demon asked.

"I think it's a coincidence. I mean, how could it be connected? Did they say to each other "Oh, let's hate the first girls we see when we get to school, " before they came here?" Elena replied sarcastically.

"I…don't know. Maybe.," Bonnie replied nonchalantly while eating some of the gross, human food that sat in front of her. Elena simply laughed in response.

But, because of my ability to read minds, I was able to see the witch had not meant what she said as a joke. She was really considering the possibility that my brother's and my behavior was somehow connected. I tried to push a little bit of power into her mind to make her think otherwise, but she was to focused on the subject. All I wound up doing was giving her a conflicting, mental argument.

AN: As always, review!!