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by ewingfield

by ewingfield

"Damon Salvatore?"

"Here."

It was another boring day at Greenwich Academy. It was the same routine everyday at this stupid, pretentious prep school that my parents make me go to. I would show up to homeroom, attendance was called, and then I went through seven boring class periods where, being completely honest, I never paid attention; that might explain why i'm failing 4 of the 7 classes I take. Nobody really talks to me at this school but it doesn't bother me because I don't exactly like any of them. They boys all walk around wearing their Giorgio Armani shoes and the girls carry Marc Jacobs handbags full of useless shit they're never going to need at school. Me on the other hand, I wear my solid black converse and a black tie with my white button down every single day. I've kind of been given the 'bad boy' label at school just because of the way I dress and because I don't talk to anyone, I mean people at my school are really judgmental.

"Today we have an assembly! A new student is coming today so make sure you are polite!" announces Mr. Saltzman.

The bell rang and I headed to physics. The assembly is next period and i'm counting down the minutes because I'm not sure I can stand another second listening to teachers who think I like them talk.

"Hello Class of 2016! Today we have a new student joining us, please give a warm welcome to Elena Gilbert!" announced Principal Lockwood.

I look up and I see the most exquisite human being in the world. Her beautiful dark brown hair lies perfectly upon her shoulders. She is wearing blue skinny jeans that fit her just right, and a green tank top. I look into her deep brown eyes and freeze. She looks back and me with that face that says 'are you gonna wave at me or not?'. Of course my thoughts look a little like this; 'HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK THERE'S A HOT GIRL AT THIS SCHOOL WHO DOESN'T SEEM LIKE A SNOBBY RICH GIRL. WHAT THE HELL WHAT DO I DO? DO I WAVE DO I SMILE WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!'. She eventually gets uncomfortable just staring at me so she looks down. I need to talk to this girl. She might be the only somewhat interesting person at this school. Lunch is next period so i'll talk to her then, let's just hope I don't vomit due to nervousness, I can really see that happening to me.