The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 16

Emma's pov:

"Have you even talked to Bonnie?" I ask Caroline. She, Elena and I are walking towards the school.

"No, I'm mad at her. She needs to make the first move." Caroline shrugs.

"Be the bigger person." Elena pipes in being the eternal goody.

"Impossible in her presence." Caroline says glaring at nothing in particular.

"Why are you so pissed at her anyway?" I ask amused.

"She's a thief, that's why. I gave her my necklace, and she refuses to give it back." Care explains. "It's a matter of principle."

"Ugh, all right. Well, we tried. I'm officially out of it." I say giving up.

"Good. Where's Stefan? Have you talked to him?" Care changes the subject asking Elena.

"He's avoiding me." Elena sighs depressed giving me a knowing look.

"Why?" Caroline presses.

"It's complicated." Elena states hesitatingly. We hear the bell ring and I sigh. School sucks.

"See ya later, babe." I wave to Caroline and head to whatever class I have with Elena. History, maybe. Who cares?

"Today we find out who our new history teacher is." Elena says. I roll my eyes.

"Oh yeah since Damon killed Mr Big-shit T."

No offense to Mr T, I'm real sad that he died but it doesn't change that he was a total dick.

"Emma, be nice. He's dead." Elena scolds me as we walk into the history class. I head over to my sear and set my books down, headache already forming in my head.

I notice Stefan's desk still unoccupied. Elena looks broken. I feel sudden anger towards Stefan.

All of a sudden, Hardin enters the class and I almost slip down my seat.

He's wearing full-sleeves black tshirt and ripped, snug jeans and his statement black boots. His eyes instantly spot me and he winks, smirk appearing over his ridiculously hot face.

I look around to see the class in commotion, everyone wondering and whispering about the new hot guy. Yeah, yeah, if they only know about the white gleaming pearls in his mouth.

Hardin walks up to the guy in the seat beside me and stares at him. "Move away." He compels him and the poor guy leaves his seat walking down the hall.

I roll my eyes as Hardin sits down, too satisfied with himself. He leans his elbows on the desk turning to look at me teasingly.

"What are you even doing here? I thought you didn't do high schools?" I whisper leaning to him.

"What can I say? I'm almost seventeen. Education is important. Specially when I can leave this dumbshit whenever I please." He grins whispering back.

I catch Elena looking at us warily and when Hardin smirks at her, she only glares and looks away.

A girl sitting just ahead from Hardin turns to gawk at him and asks, batting her eyelashes. "Where are you from, hottie?"

"England." Hardin says in that cocky accent of his and she squeals. "Oh my God, that's so hot!" I cringe. Girl, he just said one word. I hate high school girls.

"Aren't you gonna ask how I got in?" Hardin asks once the girls looks away.

"Do I even need to? You probably compelled half the school to kiss your ass." I roll my eyes. Hardin laughs running fingers through his brown-black hair.