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-Brooklyn’s POV-

“No.”

“Get up!”

“No.”

“Get up, Brooklyn!”

“Um...no.” i mumbled into my pillow.

“For the love of- Stefan! Come and get your evil twin up!” Damon called downstairs.

I pulled the covers over my head, hoping they would protect me. I smiled as the warmth welcomed me back to dream land.

Suddenly the covers were pulled back and a large bucket of FREEZING water was chucked on me. I gasped and bolted up, wiping away the water from my eyes.

“Stefan you-“

“Don’t you dare, swear.” Damon warned, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Smelly-“i continued, shutting my mouth shut as Damon narrowed his eyes.

Stefan chucked a towel at me as i continued having a glaring match with Damon.

“Hippopotamus-“

“Don’t.”

“Rabbit-“

“Brook.” Damon warned.

“FLUFFY ANIMAL RAPING GIRAFFE.” I screamed, smiling triumphantly. Damon lunged at me and we started rolling around on the floor. I grabbed his hair and started tugging at it; he let out a small yelp and sat on top of me.

We started having a cat fight with our hands. I screamed out loud and held my hand, faking i was hurt.

“Oh my god, Brook, i’m so sorry!” Damon said, getting off me and looking at me.

Think dead puppies, dead puppies...

I burst into tears and cradled my hand, sucking a finger for extra measure.

“No, no! Don’t cry!”

I burst out laughing and pointed at Damon as i rolled onto the floor.

“Gullible smurf!” I laughed, clutching my stomach.

“You little—“ Damon started before i jumped up on my bed, avoiding his grabbing his hands.

“Don’t you dare swear.” I said, shaking my head, mimicking him. He narrowed his eyes at me and chucked a pair of jeans at my head. Letting them slide down my face and fall on my covers, i pursed my lips.

“Now that’s just rude.” I mumbled, jumping down and walking to my wardrobe. I picked out my favourite sweater and raised an eyebrow at my brothers.

“What?” Stefan asked confused.

“Um, how do i put this nicely? Get out.” I said, pushing them both out and slamming my door shut.

-1 hour later-

“You can’t make me.”

“You’re going.”

“Ha! No, i’m not.”

“I’ll drag you.”

“I would love to see you try.”

“Stop being stubborn.”

“Stop trying to make me go to school.”

Stefan groaned in frustration and put his coat on, running a hand through his hair as he kicked at the open door.

“You have to go!” he snapped, frowning at me.

“Why? I’m over a hundred years old; i think school is out of the question.”

“But you still need to learn.”

“What about? History? News flash; i AM History!”

“Just get in the car.” Damon said, pinching the bridge of his nose. I smirked and folded my arms.

“Make me.” I chuckled, screaming when Damon threw me over his shoulder.

“Not even funny, put me down!”

“Make me.” He mimicked, making me kick him in the side of the head with my foot. I smiled triumphantly when he groaned.

“That, my brother, is what you get; NOW PUT ME DOWN.”

By putting me down i was hoping he would understand i meant gently, not, being thrown on the floor like an unwanted hippo in winter.

I groaned and pulled myself up, running my fingers through my hair as i reluctantly climbed into the car with a grimace. I slammed the door shut and sunk into the leather seats, refusing to look at my so called, twin.

“Have fun.” Damon waved, making me shoot him daggers. He laughed and walked back into the house leaving Stefan and I in silence.

“You can’t just stop talking to me, Brook.”

“You’re supposed to be my twin; my minion.”

“I am not your minion.”

“Yes you are.”

“No i’m not.”

“Whatever you say...” i said, looking away and out the window before smiling at him from the corner of my eye. “minion.” I mumbled as he pulled up in front of a large building.

“This?” i asked, looking between Stefan and the ‘school’. “This is the school?”

“Yes.”

“Greaaat.” I groaned, opening the door and slowly sliding out, chucking my bag over my shoulder as i walked towards the main door, ignoring the stares i got from the other students. I climbed the steps, ignoring Stefan, who was following me from a distance (even though I’d only walked a few feet from him). I sighed as the door was blocked by a tall guy.

“Excuse me.” I said, shoving my hands in my pockets as i looked up at him. He looked over his shoulder and looked down at me.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said excuse me.” I replied, politely. I didn’t exactly want to make bad impressions on the first day of school.

“Yeah, i heard you.” He sneered, looking away from me and going back to talking to his friends. I huffed and raised an eyebrow.

“Then move.” I said, locking eyes with him as he glared at me.

“What?” he hissed.

“If you heard me...then move.” I shrugged, my hands still shoved inside my leather jacket.

“Make. Me.” He sneered, leaning closer to me, our noses almost touching.

“Your fault, buddy.” I snorted, digging my shoulder into his as i shoved past him, kicking him in the back of the leg as i walked through the door. Everyone stopped talking as he whimpered and crumpled to the floor.

“Did you just hit Tyler?” a familiar female voice asked from beside me. I smiled at Elena who had an amused smile on her face.

“So that’s the douche’s name?”

“Yeah. He’s not going to be happy.”

“Well, goody for Tyler.” I hissed, i tried to be nice but he was just rude.

“You can’t just go around hitting people, Brook.” Stefan sighed as he wrapped an arm around Elena’s shoulders. How lovely of him to grace us with his presence.

“If they’re idiot’s she can.” Elena objected, smiling up at Stefan, who frowned.

“Don’t encourage her.”

“Oh, no, encourage me.” I laughed, following the two as they walked into a classroom. I’d phoned in advance and made sure to have the exact same schedule as Stefan and Elena, just so i knew at least  a few people.

The bell rang and i sat down in a seat beside Elena, ready to endure hours of torture.

“You’re in my seat.” Someone growled from behind me as everyone filed into the classroom.

“Sorry, where does it say ‘Idiot’s property’?” i asked, looking around the chair as i heard Tyler grunt from behind me.

“Just move.”

“No.”

“Get. Out. Of. My. Seat.”

“How about this.” I said, turning in my seat to look up at him. “How about you shut up and find a new seat, eh?” i smiled sweetly, rolling my eyes when he growled and refused to move.

“I’ll make you move.”

“Give me your best shot, twat.”