Chapter 9 Chapter 9: The First Day of School

"Becca, time to wake up!" Elena called through the mahogany door with a few knocks. When she heard nothing, Elena pushed the door open and found Becca laid peacefully under her covers. Elena smiled at the sight before her. She loved to see Becca like that, she was so peaceful and so innocent. She didn't want to wake her up, but she needed to because Becca had to go to school. Elena shook Becca's

shoulder slightly.

"Sweetie, it's time to wake up. You don't want to be late on your first day of school, do you?" Elena said softly.

Becca groaned and rolled over. "5 more minutes," she whined.

"Come on, Becca. If you don't get up now, you're gonna be late," Elena said sternly and pulled the covers off of Becca, but she just curled up and put a pillow over her head.

"Rebecca May Salvatore, don't make me come get your father," Elena said, more sternly this time, but Becca didn't even move a single muscle.

"Okay, if this is how you want it," Elena said, walking up to the door. She peeked out her head and called for Damon, "Damon, honey! Could you come up here please?"

"What is it, hon?" Damon asked as he stepped inside Becca's room.

"I couldn't get her up," Elena answered, gesturing to Becca, "A little help please."

"Rebecca, get up now. You have school to attend to," Damon said, approaching her.

"Gimme 5 more minutes, Dad," she mumbled.

"Nope. You're gonna be late," he said, already standing beside her bed.

"Up. Now," he said sternly and smacked Becca's upturned bottom hard.

"Owwww!" Becca squealed. She threw her hands back to protect her bottom. She glared at Damon and frowned.

"Can school start another day? It's early Monday morning! The sun hasn't even woken up yet. So, why should I? I'd rather going back to sleep," she talked back at Damon. She wanted to say 'It's f*cking early Monday morning', but she left the f*cking out of the sentence. She didn't want to get her mouth wash out again. It wasn't pleasant at all.

"Did you just talk back to me?" Damon asked in his low dangerous voice. "You have two options here, Rebecca. You get up and get ready for school or you get up and get ready for school with a sore bottom. Which one is it gonna be?"

Becca let out a groan and leapt out of bed. "The first one, obviously," she mumbled and almost rolled her eyes.

"Good. Be down in 10," he said. He landed a hard solid smack on her thigh as she passed by to the bathroom.

"Ow! What was that for?" Becca pouted and rubbed her thigh where he smacked at.

"You know exactly why I did that," Damon said and left the room with Elena.

Becca did her morning routine and put on a black shirt underneath a jeans jacket with a knee-length pleated skirt. She let her curly blonde hair down and put on a pair of black flat shoes. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and scurried downstairs.

"It took faster than I expected," Damon commented as Becca appeared on the doorframe of the kitchen.

Becca shrugged her shoulders. "I don't get it. You're a vampire, Dad. Why couldn't you take me and speed off to school. It would take less than 10 seconds to get there," she said and took a seat on the dining table.

"So you could sleep more?" Damon asked her, raising his eyebrows.

"Duh!" Becca said.

"I think you got enough sleep," Damon said, "If and only if you go to bed after I told you. Did you?"

"Of course," Becca answered, lying smoothly as per usual. She actually stayed up passed midnight, texting Sarah. Damon looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

"What? I did go to bed after you told me to," Becca said sassily.

"Just eat your breakfast and I'll drive you to school," Damon said, wasn't in the mood to deal with Becca's sass.

Becca finished her breakfast and got into Damon's car after Elena pecked a kiss on her forehead. Damon drove her to school and pulled the car in front of the school entrance.

"Have a good day Rebecca and please behave. No pulling pranks, at any cost. Okay?"

"Sure, Dad," Becca muttered.

"I'm serious, Rebecca," Damon told her firmly.

"Okay," she answered, opened the door and hopped out.

"See you later, Dad," she said before turned around and walked toward the building. She made her way to her locker, when she bumped into someone and made that someone fell to the floor.

"Oh. Um… Sorry," Becca muttered and stretched out her hand to help her up, but the girl didn't bother to accept her hand. She pulled herself back to her feet and straightened her maroon dress.

The girl was about 5'5 with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. From her outfits, she looked like a girly type.

"Watch where you're going next time," she said and glared at Becca intensely.

"B!" Becca heard and looked over her shoulder to found Sarah practically running toward her. She caught her breath and looked at the other girl.

"Who's this?" Sarah asked. The girl glared at Sarah and turned her heels around to the other side of school.

"What's that all about?" Sarah asked Becca.

"Great! The day had barely even begun and I already make a foe," Becca said and let out a dramatic sigh.

"Oh come on! Don't mind her," Sarah said and pulled her by the hand to her locker.

"What's for first period?" Sarah asked as she put on her locker combination numbers.

"Umm… History. Joy!" Becca said sarcastically while she looked over her schedule.

"It's not that bad…," Sarah said and looked over her schedule as well. "And it looks like we have the same schedule. At least we're gonna be together," Sarah told her, shoved her books into her backpack and shut the locker.

They walked to their History class together. "You know how much I hate History. The teacher is just rambling on and on and on and on and on about the things that happened before Einstein was even born," Becca said and rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," Sarah told her. They found the classroom and walked inside just to find a hot looking guy in his early 30s sat on the teacher's desk, writing something down.

"And that's what I'm talking about," Sarah whispered in Becca's ear. Becca chuckled and shook her head. They took a seat on the third row, next to each other.

The bell rang few minutes later and students flooded in. The girl Becca was bumped into was the last one to walk inside the classroom. Becca's eyes met with hers and the girl just gave her a cold look and took her seat.

"What's with her?" Sarah mouthed to Becca and Becca shrugged her shoulders in response.

After everyone took their seat, the hot looking guy teacher stood up and wrote his name on the board. Then he turned around and faced the students. He was just standing before the students and looking hot. He was a muscular guy, was about 6'2 with light brown short hair and blue eyes.

He smiled and clapped his hands, "Morning students. Welcome aboard to Mystic Falls High School. My name is Alaric Saltzman. You can all call me Mr. Saltzman and I'm gonna be your history teacher this year."

"Now newbies," he said referring to all of the students in his class, "I know all of you are excited for your first year in high school, but I want you to know that high school is not all about asking girls out, or making boys attracted to you, dating the most popular ones, kissing, or making out… Well, apparently it is," he said and the whole class burst into giggles and laughter.

"BUT," he said, raising his voice above them, "But don't ever forget the main reason you go to school is to study, to enrich your knowledge. I'm not saying you should keep studying 24/7 because that's not the whole purpose of going to school. You come here to learn, but also to interact with one another, making new friends, making someone more than just a friend, finding your true-self, and finding the secret of life. You'll know what I mean when you graduated. Well, I hope each and every one of you will enjoy your high school life and make this a good experience for your own sake."

"Now… History. What comes to your mind when you hear the word 'history'?" Alaric asked to the whole class. "Anyone?" He asked again as no one raised their hand.

"Guess I'll just pick someone," he said and scanned throughout the room. His eyes landed on Becca, who sat back on her chair and fiddling with her hair, looking uninterested in whatever Alaric was saying.

"You," he said, pointing at Becca, "What's your name?"

"Becca," she answered reluctantly.

"Alright, Becca. What comes to your mind when you hear the word 'history'?" He asked again. Other students turned their head around to look at Becca. All eyes are on her.

"Bullshit," Becca said, smirking and some of the students giggled and tried to hold back their laugh.

Alaric raised his eyebrows. He crossed his arms and half-sitting on his desk. "And what would you say that?"

"Because history is just something in the past that should've been destroyed and forgotten. It already happened. So why should we add it to the problems we already have now? We should look forward, not backwards," she said and shrugged her shoulders.

"Not exactly right… But partly true," Alaric commented. He turned his head to face the other students. "History is the things that happened in the past. We should look forward, but history teaches us something so that we wouldn't keep repeating the same mistake over and over again. I suppose all of you ever heard a proverb 'learn from the past'? Yeah, that's what history is all about," he explained.

Becca, surprisingly, shot her hand in the air. That obviously drew Alaric's attention.

"Yes, Becca?"

"Can I give the class a riddle?" Becca asked.

"Alright. Why not? Go ahead," Alaric said.

Becca smiled. "Why was school easier for cave people?" She asked to the whole class.

"Why?" Sarah asked.

"Because there was no history to study!" Becca answered and some students let out giggles and laughs.

"Brilliant," a girl behind her told Becca.

"So true," Becca heard another girl said.

Alaric raised his hand to make the class quieted down. "Alright! Settle! Settle!" he said, raising his voice.

He walked toward Becca. "You're smart, but sassy… Miss…," he trailed off.

"Salvatore. Rebecca Salvatore," Becca told him. Alaric was appalled by her last name.

"Right. I'll have a word with you after class miss Salvatore," he said.

"I'd be happy to," Becca said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

Alaric ignored her sarcastic comment. Instead, he continued with his lesson. The bell rang and Becca gathered all her books and shoved them inside her backpack. She slung it over her shoulder and was about to walked out of class when she heard, "A word, Miss Salvatore." Becca turned around and approached Alaric's desk.

"What do you want?" Becca snapped and crossed her arms.

"Lose the attitude, would you, Miss Salvatore?" Alaric said, furrowing his eyebrows.

Becca uncrossed her arms almost immediately, didn't want to make Alaric even more annoyed than he already was.

"Miss Salvatore, what you did in class today was totally unacceptable, but since it's your first class and it's your first day, I let you off with a warning. You're smart, Miss Salvatore, but you really need to watch the language you use and please keep your sassiness to yourself," Alaric said.

"Yes, sir," Becca said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Good," Alaric said, nodding his head.

"There's one question I need to ask you, Becca. Do you, by any chance, know Damon Salvatore?" Alaric asked few seconds later.

"He's my Dad," Becca answered.

"Oh, really?" Alaric asked, didn't believe what he was hearing.

"Mm-hmm," Becca nodded her head, "What about it? Do you know him?"

"Do I know him?" He repeated Becca's question and chuckled, "He's my best friend Becca. You probably will see me often in your house from now on."

"Cool," she said, showing a fake smile.

"Okay, Miss Salvatore, you should go to your next class if you don't wanna be late. I'll see you soon," Alaric said, dismissing her.

Becca whirled around and walked out of class. She found Sarah leaning against the locker outside the classroom, waiting for her.

"Did you get in trouble?" Sarah asked.

"Nope," Becca answered, popping the P.

"Then what were you two talking about?"

"He was scolding me for my 'misbehavior' in class, but he let me off the hook. Oh and apparently he's my dad's best friend. Great! Now the teacher of the subject I hate the most will hang out very often in the house where I live," Becca said while walking to her next class.

"No way!" Sarah's eyes widen.

"Yes way."

"Oh come on B! He's hot," Sarah told her.

Becca shot her a disgusted look.

"Ew no! He's my dad's best friend," Becca said and walked inside the chemistry class.

The day went slowly. Becca was truly making a 'good' impression on her first day by snapping out to the teachers, making rude remarks, and using inappropriate language during classes. It was a miracle she hadn't sent to the principal office yet.

When the lunch bell rang, students filed out the classroom and practically ran out to the cafeteria. Becca and Sarah was about to bring their trays full of gross-looking cafeteria food to the empty table across the room when suddenly someone stretched out her foot, making Becca tripped and spilled her food all over her shirt. Becca looked up and found the girl that she bumped into that morning.

"Sorry," she said, smirking in triumph.

Becca got back to her feet. "Oh you just declared a war, princess," Becca said through her gritted teeth and sent a deathly glare at her.