You're a slacker and I'm a straight A student and we were paired together for a group project and I just want you to get out of the way and let me do everything but you insist on helping for some odd reason " AU Klaroline please

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American Pie

Science – 2nd Period - Tuesday

Klaus, bloody, Mikaelson. What had she done to deserve this punishment? She looked at her teacher helplessly, willing him to change his mind. He began to read the next assignment pairing and Caroline knew it was hopeless.

The bell rang signaling the end of class. Caroline walked purposefully from her desk at the front towards the back of the room. He wasn't doing much to shrug off his slacker tag by predictably sitting in the back row.

She waited impatiently as the room emptied, Caroline didn't want people to think she actually liked talking to him. He was slumped over his desk, playing with a stray blonde curl.

"Excuse me?" He looked up curiously, Caroline momentarily taken aback by those crimson lips. There was no denying he was good looking, pity the rest left a lot to be desired.

Caroline was Head Cheerleader, Class President and Head of the Drama, Debate and Tennis Clubs. Overachiever was a common word that was used to describe her, unlike the guy sitting in front of her. While undeniably popular, Klaus Mikaelson was one of the slackest people she knew. He obviously thought with his popularity, his skills on the soccer field and those good looks he'd coast through life just like all the other jocks.

"I wanted to discuss our science project," she added, noticing that he hadn't bothered to respond verbally yet. He continued to look at her, those lips curving into a sly smile and in turn emphasizing two very disarming dimples.

"Look, you don't need to do anything, just leave it all up to me," she rambled, feeling slightly flustered as his dark blue eyes raked over her body. She spun on her heel, deciding it was best to leave now she'd relayed her thoughts on the matter.

"And why would I do that?' His crisp English accent interrupted as she walked away. She turned around, probably against her better judgement, not realizing he was so close and standing right behind her. His white Henley was fitted snugly across his chest, three necklaces peeking out from underneath.

"You should be thanking me," she murmured, faltering slightly.

"And why would I do that?" He repeated, irking her.

"I'll get you an A," she boasted. "I know what a foreign concept that is for someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

"You ask a lot of questions," she muttered.

"Well, when you keep making questionable statements it's difficult not to, love."

"My name is Caroline," she shot back, trying to ignore the sensations his voice was causing.

"Well, that's nice to know, love," he replied, a smile tugging at the ends of those hypnotizing raspberry lips. "So, do you want to organize a time to work on our project then?"

"Did you not hear me?" She baulked, starting to get really annoyed with this idiot, even if he was intimidatingly handsome. "I'll do the project, I work better alone anyway."

"Funnily enough I work better in pairs," he teased, his double meaning not lost on her. "So, how about tomorrow, after school in the library?"

"I'm surprised you even know where that is."

"You'd be surprised what I know, princess."

"I'm sure if this was a Biology assigment you'd do very well given..."

"Given?"

"Well, all your recreational activity in that area."

"All my recreational activity? Have you been spying on me?'

"You wish," she spluttered, hoping it didn't sound as untrue as it was. "Although, it's hard not to notice given the embarrasing gaggle of female fans that follow you everywhere."

"If you want to join my gaggle, all you need to do is ask," he smirked, flashing those damn dimples for extra effect. She felt a blush cross her cheeks hoping he hadn't noticed but that wide grin he was sporting was telling her he had.

"Look, I am guaranteeing you a good grade, without having to even lift a finger," she argued, determined to change the subject. "I don't want my GPA affected by your incompetence."

"Have you ever though that I don't want your incompetence affecting my GPA?"

"Yeah because that's possible," she snorted. "I'm doing it on my own, that's final."

"What do you think Mr. Saltzman would think of your little plan?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Never dare me to do anything; it has a tendency to backfire."

"I cannot believe this!" She growled, storming out of the room. Caroline was pretty sure it resembled a tantrum of sorts but she couldn't help it, she hated when didn't get her own way.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then?" He called out to her retreating back.

Library – After School - Wednesday

"Well, for someone who is so enthusiastic about this project, you certainly took your time," Caroline mumbled, her arms crossed firmly over her chest.

"I'm ten minutes late," he baulked. If Klaus was being honest he did it on purpose. There was nothing he liked more than ruffling Princess Caroline's feathers.

"Yes, you're late," she snapped. "Let's just get to work."

"You make it sound so fun."

"Schoolwork isn't supposed to be fun," she growled. "It's supposed to be educational, something you would know nothing about."

"For someone who has never spoken to me, you certainly seem to think you know a hell of a lot," he replied, sick of her judgmental comments.

When Klaus moved to the US a year earlier, he struggled to find his way at his particular school. It seemed as if you were thrown into one social grouping and it was almost impossible to be more than one thing, especially not both a jock and a nerd.

The school had jumped on his football skills (they called it soccer here which he still struggled to comprehend) and he became the team's star striker practically overnight. It had been an adjustment but Klaus couldn't deny the added female attention and popularity made it easier.

That commitment didn't mean his grades weren't good, in fact they were outstanding. With all her overachieving, Little Miss Judgmental hadn't bothered to find that out. Klaus actually enjoyed science and Caroline Forbes had no right to take away his opportunity to do their project.

"Can we just do this and get it over and done with?"

"Gladly," he scowled. He'd always thought she was gorgeous from afar and had even entertained the thought of asking her out but she was far too highly strung for his liking.

Fifteen minutes later and they were actually working steadily, Klaus was struggling not to laugh at just how agape Caroline's mouth was when he threw in a few technical scientific terms and practically planned their whole project on his own. He wanted to gloat but seeing her shocked response was reward enough.

"So, if that's everything," Klaus said, as they were packing up their books. "I'm going to go somewhere and slack off."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't think I heard you, what did you say?"

"I'm sorry I misjudged you," she murmured.

"Well, that's an understatement," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Although coming from an uptight princess, it's hardly surprising." Before she could reply he'd stalked away, hoping that was the last time he ever had to deal with her again.

School Grounds - Lunchtime - Tuesday

Caroline scoured the grounds at lunchtime, hoping to find Klaus. She'd felt terrible ever since last week and wanted to try and make it up to him. She'd stupidly listened to all the gossip and misjudged his academic talent. She looked down at their project in hand, a big red A+ drawn on it. She knew she could get an A on her own but Caroline knew their joint efforts definitely attributed to the extra plus.

She'd been slightly disappointed he wasn't in class when Mr Saltzman returned their paper because she wanted to thank him. It also meant that she had to give him the news personally, hence her little mission to find him. She also had something else she wanted to give him, hoping to make amends.

She walked towards the lawn, noticing him leaning up against a tree and reading a book. That was unusual given he was normally surrounded by his friends and female fan club. She felt an overwhelming amount of apprehension as she approached.

"Hi." He looked up at her curiously. He was still good looking, damn him.

"Yes, I do read from time to time," he joked, pointing to his copy of Ulysses.

"Funny," she shot back. "Although, I have to admit I took you for an Oscar Wilde fan."

"I like them both," he admitted.

"You weren't in class earlier."

"As much as you want to think I was slacking off, I actually had an appointment. Not that I owe you an explanation."

"Well, as much as you like to think that, I wasn't. I just wanted to find you and give you our paper," she said, holding it out for him to take. The knowing grin that crossed his face told her everything.

"An A Plus, hey? You only promised me an A, if I recall correctly?"

"Yes, well obviously I was wrong. In fact I actually brought you something else as a sort of peace offering," she pulled out a container in her bag and presented it to him. He regarded her wearily, before opening it, his face ligthing up in surprise at its contents.

"You brought me a pie?"

"That's not just any pie, it's my special apple pie," she said, puffing her chest out proudly.

"I like pie, especially apple, but you brought me a pie?" He repeated, his face clouded in confusion.

"Let's just say that's my version of humble pie," she admitted. "I really am sorry I judged you, so I hope you'll except my little gift."

"You only got our paper back this morning, don't tell me you made this between then and now?"

"I made it last night, if you must know."

"Ah, so you knew we were going to get a good grade?"

"Well, I had a hunch," she mumbled. Before he could respond, Caroline began to walk away thinking it was best to leave it at that.

"Where do you think you're going?" He called out, making her turn in surprise. "Last time I checked the person in the wrong had to eat the humble pie, plus I'm not sure I can eat this whole thing on my own."

"Fine, but only because I know just how good it is," she grinned, joining him on the lawn. "Oh and by the way, I may be uptight sometimes but I'm no princess."

"Well, maybe you might need to prove that to me."

"And how would I do that?"

"Go out with me, say Friday night?"

"I think that could be arranged."

Harvard University Dormitory - Dessert - Thursday

"I will never get sick of your apple pie," Klaus managed to mumble, as he stuffed his face full of the sweet, warm goodness.

"Yes, but you're going to get indigestion if you eat it that fast," Caroline offered, shaking her head in her boyfriend's direction.

"I can't help that I'm excited, after all you only make me this pie on our anniversary," he whined. In celebration of their three years together, Caroline had made him her special apple 'humble' pie as it had come to be known.

Klaus loved the fact that they could celebrate in this special way, he also loved to remind Caroline that she was wrong on a regular basis. Although Caroline got her own back by dispelling his princess myth after a few dates, not to mention his uptight accusation after the most mind blowing sex of his life.