The Vampire Diaries Interracial Imagines

stefan

Imagine meeting Stefan on your first day at Mystic High.

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Even though no one probably noticed me, I felt like all eyes were on me. After wandering around the school for a hot minute, I realized I was one of the only black people in the school. All these white kids must have wondered if they were color-blind, or if there was an actual black girl just walking around, trying to find her fucking locker. It didn't make sense why the locker system in this school was fucked to pieces, but it sure as hell made me look like a mentally-challenged African girl.

Finally there came a point when I worked up the courage to ask someone. The first person I spotted did not look as friendly as I wanted them to be. She was absolutely beautiful; straight, dark hair, olive skin, flawless face; she did, however, look like she didn't want to be bothered by a new kid.

The next person I spotted was more of a chest I ran into.

As soon as I hit their firm chest, I squealed like some kind of small animal and dropped the paper with my locker and classes on it. I was too embarrassed to look up at the person I ran into, as they were more than likely going to look at me with an annoyed expression. Thankfully, I broke my nose on a chest that belonged to a sweet guy.

"I'm so sorry," the chest--face--said, as he bent down to grab my paper. I awkwardly stood there, holding my nose, and smiling at the gentleman apologizing to me. As he was bending down, all I could see was his nicely styled hair (it reminded me of a superhero). But when he stood up straight and I could see his face, I knew he was way out of my league.

He handed me the paper with a friendly, soft smile.

"Thank you," I nearly whimpered, heart racing from the encounter. If a doctor put a stethescope to my chest right in that moment without the context of the situation, they would probably assume I was dying. Then again, who was to say I wasn't dying of embarrassment.

"Are you new?"

"Yeah. Very first day, and I'm already running into everyone." He lightly laughed, still staring down at me intently. "Actually, could I ask you to show me my locker?"

The beautiful stranger looked a little surprised by my request, but he accepted with a nice tone. Just before leading me down the hall, he looked past my head at the girl I was going to ask. There was something in his eyes that told me he wasn't too interested in talking to her anyway, and I had in some way saved him.

"I'm Stefan, by the way." He held out his hand for me to take.

"Y/N." His hands were hardened, as if he were a hard worker, but also very gentle. I could tell he was strong, yet was handling me with intense care as if he could break me. "Thank you for this. You really didn't have to, especially after I just ran into you."

"Speaking of that, are you okay?" Stefan's green eyes looked down at me with real care in them. Already caring for a stranger. I had made up my mind about Stefan; he actually was the nice guy. Though, judging on his looks, he did not finish last. "I saw you holding your nose for a second. Did I hurt you?"

I exclaimed, maybe a little too quickly, "No! I'm fine, really. I was just really surprised to run into you. I'm usually not that clumsy. And it's kind of embarrassing."

"I was there last year. The new kid."

"I bet you didn't do anything embarrassing on your first day."

"At least I got to meet you." His words slightly stunned me, as they came of kind of flirty. It was completely possible Stefan was just being a nice guy and I was getting the wrong signals from him. I allowed myself to believe that he had some sort of interest in me, despite us just meeting.

Stefan walked me up the stairs of the school before stopping in the middle of a set of lockers on the second floor. "Wow," I panted slightly. "Okay, this locker system is more fucked than I thought. Without you, I wouldn't have found it until I graduated."

My savior laughed. "Yeah. I couldn't tell you why they made the lockers like this."

Being with Stefan sort of made me forget there were other students in the school. I truly thought I was just walking with Stefan, and Stefan only. That's what his smile did to me; made me feel like the only girl in the world. Of course that wasn't neccesarily good--if Stefan could make me feel that way after just meeting, imagine how many bitches he had that he knew for a while.

"Thank you so much. Now I just need to actually get into it." Now was the time I wished he went away, since I was unbelievably bad at opening lockers. If I had a choice, I would actually just carry everything. Unfortunately all the classes I took required a lot of books and work to be done, so I was probably going to stop at my locker every other period.

My first try of getting into my locker was unsuccessful and painfully humiliating. Stefan actually chuckled a bit on my second attempt, and on my third attempt he was just tired of watching me fail.

"Let me help you," he offered. Gladly I stepped aside and let him work his magic. As it being my luck, Stefan got the locker open on his first try. My jaw slightly dropped a little after watching him so swiftly turn the combination to all the right numbers and pull the locker open like it wasn't even locked in the first place. Just to make me feel better, Stefan said, "It took me a while to learn how to open these lockers just right."

"Oh, yeah, sure."

Stefan stood happily with my as I put books in, looked at my paper for my classes today, then put more books in, put the wrong books in, took those out, and then shoved them right back into my bag. If I were him, I would have ditched me at my failed third attempt. Every time I snuck glances at Stefan, he looked quite content watching me throw books around.

"I saw that your first class was history," he started after I closed my locker and heaved the bag back on my back. "I have that too. I'd love to walk you to it."

If I were a white, there was no doubt I would have been blushing like a little school girl. I nodded with a shy smile, avoiding his eyes to look at my beat up Converse.

Why does he want to walk me to class? Is he actually interested?

Many questions ran miles through my mind as Stefan and I walked back downstairs to Mr. Saltzman's--or some name like that--classroom.

He asked me, "Where'd you move from?"

"Louisiana. I guess we needed a change of scenery. My mom found this quiet, little place and thought we should give the small-town life a try."

Stefan chuckled. "Yeah, Mystic Falls is definitely quiet." I didn't think anything of his words.

"So does everyone know each other here?"

"Yeah. We're a cliche."

"That's so cute."

Stefan abrupty stopped at a classroom that I assumed was our destination and opened the door for me. Once again, I thanked the Lord my skin was dark, or I would have been blushing like a tomato.

"I'd love to show you around at lunch."

As if the olive-skinned girl could hear us all the way at the front of the room, her head snapped from her two friends--one blond and one black girl--to Stefan and I taking claim of the first two seats next to the door. I tried to ignore her, not wanting to overthink her looking at me, and focus on Stefan.

After running through his words again in my mind, I put on a wide, geniune smile. "I'd love to."

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You know what? I'mma make a part two of this.