I think I knew when I uploaded this, there was a good chance it wouldn't be as popular as Weird, as many don't usually look for RebekahXOC, but it has been viewed about 170 times! So that's great! =D

Playing with Fire

Rebekah rapped the end of her pencil against the desk, bored out of her mind. Sarah had warned her about Dr Young, by far the worst name to give the man, who was currently droning on about the solar system and the stars, making the blonde want to tear her hair out. This is why Kol doesn't come to school – I know all of this, you old fool, I knew Galileo! Why do I have to learn it again?

"Rebekah?" The Original looked up at her name, fighting hard to keep the scowl off her face. Sarah wasn't in this class; Caroline and Bonnie were sat on the other side of the room, so they weren't the one speaking to her. It was Jake Martin, and the scowl returned. A sheet of paper and a pencil were clamped in his hands, a sullen look on his face. The vampire glanced around the class, confused on why everyone was in pairs, and why Jake Martin was stood at her desk. Oh... Her shoulders slumped, but she hoisted her bag off the stool beside her, knowing she wouldn't be able to get away with turning him down. He sunk onto it ungracefully.

He chucked the sheet onto the desk, slipping it a few centimetres towards her, and she spun it round to read it. "We have to fill it in," he muttered under his breath, confusing her though she heard it perfectly. A human wouldn't have been able to hear that, would they? She glanced at him. Did he know? She immediately rebuked the idea. Of course not, he's a stupid teenage, hormonal, idiotic kid... He doesn't know anything.

Rebekah scanned over the sheet, quickly reading the instructions, and the questions. Pfft... Piece of cake. Jake reached over, sliding the textbook away from her and to his side of the desk, as she watched through narrowed eyes. Oh no. With a quick swipe, she took it back from him. "Get your own," she muttered, and the green-eyed teen glared at her.

"We're meant to be working together," he hissed, and she scoffed. Yeah right...I'd rather drink Vervain water. She held her hand out for the sheet, and Jake happily handed it over with a shake of his head. "You're just emphasising my point." He said, and Rebekah gritted her teeth. No, I can't snap his puny little neck in front of this entire class... Though I could compel them all, even Elena's two groupies... No, Sarah would notice if Jake suddenly stopped coming to school, she notices everything... She thought gloomily. It was something she liked about the loner girl, but something that was incredibly annoying as well.

"I've got this," she muttered, loud enough for the boy to hear the words, and the venom in her voice. Jake shook his head, crossing his arms.

"You always have to be in control huh?" Jake shot back and Rebekah stopped writing. What is he talking about?

"I'm practically doing this for you, why are you complaining?" The cheerleader demanded, and the other teen sighed and shrugged.

"I just... I don't like relying on other people okay," he mumbled, shuffling in his seat, looking away from the blonde. She regarded him calmly, understanding where he was coming from. She mentally shook herself. Don't agree with him!

Rebekah didn't say anything else, but she did nudge the textbook into the middle of the desk. Jake almost smiled at the proverbial olive branch, but remembered who, or what, was offering it. No time to go soft on a vampire Jake, he reminded himself. But that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the thought, and in a slightly uncomfortable but more relaxed silence, they worked together until the bell rang, signalling the end of their treaty.

The blonde Original sat in the canteen alone, picking apart a sandwich she'd bought morosely. She hadn't realised in Dr Young's class that Sarah wasn't in, and now it was starting to bug her. Why did she have to pick today to go up to Washington with her guardian? Though according to her texts, it wasn't a trip Sarah wanted to go on either. After a thousand years of running from her father, Rebekah could understand the other girl's animosity towards hers, even if it was on a smaller, less violent scale.

A tray clattered down in front of her, as well as a body. She looked up, and her shoulders slumped. Great, why can't he just leave me alone? At least the boy had the sense to look as uncomfortable at the seating arrangement as she felt. She glanced around the room, hoping to point out some sort place for him to sit away from her. The cold rain outside had bullied everyone inside the school, meaning the canteen was almost full to the brim, most tables drawing extra seats for more people to sit around, like an extra layer of petals around a flower. Her table was the only one with empty seats.

Jake Martin cleared his throat, and unwillingly, Rebekah looked up at him. He stuck his hand out in front of him. "Hi, my name's Jake." He said, and the blonde raised a perfect eyebrow.

"I know that." She deadpanned.

He sighed frustrated, and said, "Look, I'm trying to be nice. For some reason you don't like me so I'm... reintroducing myself. So I'm Jake Martin. Nice to meet you." Slowly, Rebekah took his hand, shaking it.

"Rebekah Mikaelson. And I don't like you for a number of reasons." She informed him. It was his turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Oh really, why?"

"Well for starters, you rejected me, remember? That tends to make girls dislike you." Jake winced, and squirmed. He does that a lot, Rebekah mused. Wait, why do I care?

"It's not personal or anything, it's just, I'm not looking for a ... girlfriend right now..." He trailed off, blushing furiously. Something clicked in Rebekah's mind, and she gaped at him. Oh my God...

"You're gay!" She gasped, and Jake Martin's neck snapped, horror splattered across his face. And it was turning purple.

"I am not!" He hissed, trying to ignore all the kids closest to them who'd turned around at the cheerleader's exclamation.

"It all makes sense: the jazz, the mini cooper, why you rejected me, you said yourself you weren't looking for a girl... Oh, everything is right in the world." She kept going, and the boy looked like he was going to vomit.

"I am not gay!" He whispered violently, but Rebekah just smiled. "Those things... They're coincidences! They don't make me gay! Because I'm not, I definitely like girls and-" he stopped suddenly. Why do I care so much about what you think about me? He thought, glancing over at Rebekah.

She had that soft half-smile on her face that was usually reserved for that loner friend of hers, pink lips curled back pleasantly, and-. No, stop thinking about her lips Jake! This wasn't good. This was very bad. She's a vampire, an Original Vampire at that. Over a thousand years old, and very powerful and deadly. A woman who would smile so beautifully his heart would stop as she ripped it out of his chest – literally. But for some reason, he wasn't listening to his instincts, or his head.

He crossed his arms over his chest, liking the way her eyes dropped quickly to his muscles, before returning to his face. "I think I'll take up your offer." He said, picking up his fork. The blonde frowned at him. "Of paying me back for my damaged folder." He explained, glancing over at the new one.

She looked shocked, and Jake wondered if her face would be red if she could blush. "Excuse me?" He tried not to be annoyed by how offended she sounded.

He shrugged his shoulders, smirking. "I apparently have to prove to you that I am most certainly not gay. So, I hope you're free this Saturday." Rebekah ran her tongue over her teeth, pushing her lips out as she stared him down, and he gulped, but stood his ground.

When she didn't say anything, he smiled again. "I'll take that as a yes, and I'll pick you up early, around ten. Wear something warm." He told her, already having an idea in his head. The blonde narrowed her eyes at him – he could practically see the steam rising from her ears. Alright Jake, get away time, she won't murder me in front of all these witnesses. Hopefully.

He got up, dumping his now-cold food in the bin, leaving behind a shocked cheerleader and all of his common sense. What have I done? He thought as soon as it sank in. I've just gotten into a date with one of the most evil things on the planet, that's what. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling on it slightly. At least she's pretty. No! That didn't make it better! ...Okay maybe it does a little but...

The corridors were deserted, most teenagers fleeing into warm classrooms or the bubbly canteen, leaving him all alone. At the moment, that made him very glad, as he hit a locker, hissing at his now bruised knuckles. Good going Jake. Up ahead, he noticed Mr Saltzman lean out of his classroom threshold, and the teen straightened, fixing his backpack strap and nodding his head as he dashed past the History teacher.

He threw open the door to the guys bathrooms by the Maths Department. Only one little freshman was inside, who let quickly after one look at the older student's face. Jake was beyond anxious. What if Alex finds out? He thrust his hands under the taps, the chilled water doing nothing to help his nerves. He can't. Alex can't find out. He would be beyond livid. They'd have to search under Wickery Bridge for me. Jake shuddered.

I'm going on a date with a Mikaelson. He put his head in his hands, clenching his eyes shut. Crap. The Mikaelson's were nothing but legends to him until recently. The stories he had listened to time and time again as a child, curled up in his Dad's lap, his hair being stroked as he was lulled to sleep. The time when, if Alex's name was brought up, it would come with tense silences and a change of subject in their household, at least until the man showed up after the funeral. He couldn't believe his Mom had actually let him stay with them. He brought back the monsters, re-inspiring the terror of the Vampires with none of the protection his Dad had.

Rebekah Mikaelson – Original Vampire, one of the most lethal animals on the planet, and his date this Saturday. Why the hell am I looking forward to it?