AU. Three unlikely relationships bloom on prom night. (Klaroline, Delena & Stebekah)
Elena Gilbert groaned to herself as her aunt pulled up her prom dress. "Almost done?"
Jenna nodded quickly with a forced smile. "Y-yes sweetie, almost done."
"Good," Elena answered sternly.
Both she and Jenna were standing in front of the mirror. Jenna of course was behind her, doing up her dress.
The dress was a dark ruby color with a trail of silver sequins going around the waist and neckline. It was truly beautiful and a one of a kind.
"There," Jenna turned around with a satisfied grin. "You look gorgeous, Elena. You really do." Her aunt gazed in awe at her eighteen year-old niece. She thought back on when she was in high school at her senior prom, it has only been fifteen years ago. It was such a perfect night and now Elena would have her perfect night. After all, it was prom. Good things were bound to happen on prom night.
Elena stared back at her reflection in the mirror. Her thick, chocolate colored hair was pulled back at the nape of her hair with a silver clip and her makeup was done simply; a thin line of eyeliner rimmed her doe eyes and red lipstick soaked her pout. Her dark ruby colored dress complimented her olive skin tone perfectly as well as the silver heels she was wearing. Everything about her looked perfect. "I do," Elena muttered under her breath. "I look like a goddess."
Jenna patted her niece's bare shoulder. "You are a goddess, Elena."
Elena's mouth turned up into a smirk. "Yes, yes I am." She reached for her matching clutch and gave her aunt a twirl.
Jenna hugged Elena, breathing in her vanilla perfume. "Good luck, Elena."
Elena pushed her aunt off of her gently and chuckled. "Don't touch me, Jen-Jen. You'll wrinkle my dress."
Jenna realized her mistake and nodded quickly. "Right, right. Sorry Elena."
Elena smiled a perfect Hollywood smile and patted her aunt's shoulder. "I should get going, Tyler will be here any moment."
"Yes, let's get you downstairs."
The doorbell rung a few moments later and Elena got up to answer it. There standing there, was Tyler Lockwood. "Hi, baby." Elena said in a seductive voice.
Tyler smirked, like the true pig he was. Elena and Tyler had been dating for the past few months since they both were the most popular people in single. They thought they would give dating a shot. Little did Elena know, Tyler was cheating on her with Caroline Forbes, the sweet girl next door. "You look hot, I can't wait till I get to rip your dress right off your hot body."
Elena rolled her eyes and shut the door after her. "Don't use the same adjective in the same sentence, Tyler. It makes you sound dumb."
"Whatever," Tyler answered and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. Together, they walked out to his old beat up pickup truck.
Elena stopped dead in her tracks. Her face twitched into anger and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Where the hell is the limo?"
Tyler looked at her, confused. "What are you talking about?"
Elena shot him a glare and pursed her lips. "Its prom, asshole! You're supposed to rent a limo!" She shouted at him, angrily.
Tyler grabbed her wrist roughly and frowned. "Not everyone is made out of money, Lena!"
Elena yanked her wrist from his grasp. "Don't you dare grab me!"
Arguing was a typical action for Elena and Tyler, the worst it had turned into was Elena punching Tyler. Tyler had never hurt Elena physically, he knew it was wrong and would never resort to hurting a woman to make his point clear. Guys on the other hand… were a different story.
"C'mon, let's just go." He sighed, obviously annoyed at the petty things Elena cared about. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"I'll go to the prom with you, Tyler." She told him, callously. "But after tonight, I'm breaking up with you. I won't stand to be treated this way by someone beneath me."
And that was the night Tyler broke his rule. He lurched forward and slapped Elena across the face, harder than he had ever hit anybody. Even harder than Stefan Salvatore and Elijah Mikaelson, the school nerds.
Elena's hand flung to her face. She could feel the imprint on her face that his hand had made; it was burning to the touch. He just slapped her. All Elena could do was stand there with her mouth wide open.
"Get in the car, Elena." Tyler murmured, not meeting her eyes.
And oddly, Elena obeyed. She walked to his car and got in the passenger's seat. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks. Great, now she would ruin her makeup.
Tyler kicked the ground before getting in the driver's seat. He pulled out of the driveway. The drive to the school was dead silent; nobody spoke or even did so much as sigh.
Just as Elena opened the door handle to exit Tyler's truck, Tyler grabbed her arm. "You're not going to tell anybody? Are you?" Tyler whispered, nervously.
"That depends," Elena spoke, "are you going to do it again?"
"No, I swear! Elena, I just had a little outburst. I'm sorry, I love you so much. Sometimes you just really hurt my feelings and I don't know how to deal with my anger." Tyler rambled while fumbling with his fingers.
Elena laughed dryly. "You sound like a five year-old, Tyler." She turned to him and smirked. "You're so immature and I'm glad you slapped me, it just proves that you're a big baby."
Tyler clenched his fists, they were so sweaty. "I'm not immature Elena, I think that you deserve that title, not me."
Elena leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. "We are done, Tyler. Stay away from me tonight and never talk to me again." She giggled before saying, "and don't worry Tyler, I'll keep your secret."
Tyler jumped as Elena opened the door and climbed out.
He sagged into his chair and swore as he watched her walk into the school.
The generic pop music echoed through the boy's bathroom as Klaus Mikaelson straightened his tie and checked his teeth for any pieces of food that were stuck. Thankfully, there were no pieces of food stuck.
His friend, Damon Salvatore emerged from the bathroom stall. "Man, I think I ate something wrong. I feel like shit." He mumbled with a red face. His usual smirk and happy go lucky face was nowhwere to be found.
Klaus rolled his eyes. "C'mon Damon, we haven't even been here for an hour yet."
Damon groaned. "Can you just drive me home, please? I feel like I'm gonna hurl everywhere if we don't leave this second."
With a sigh, Klaus nodded. "Sure, I know you'd do the same for me."
Loud music was coming from inside the school auditorium, it shook Tyler's truck. He guzzled the remaining of an old Jack Daniels bottle into his mouth and sighed. This wasn't what prom was supposed to be like.
Someone rattled on the window. Tyler looked to the left window and sighed. It was Caroline Forbes and she was grinning like a little kid. Great, now he would have to deal with another female.
He opened the door for her and she climbed in. "Hey, Care." He mumbled, monotone-like. She looked pretty, but definitely not prettier than Elena. No one at this school was prettier than Elena Gilbert but Caroline came in at a close third or second.
Caroline was dressed in an aquamarine colored cocktail dress. It was pretty simple but the ruffles at the base added some depth. Her blue-green eyes sparkled due to the silver and blue eye shadow on her lids. Her shiny blond hair went down her shoulders in loose curls. "Hi, Tyler. Are you here alone?"
"I'm with-" Tyler stopped himself. "Yeah, I'm alone." He turned towards her and reached out to graze her thigh. "You look very sexy, Miss Forbes." He told her in his best proper accent.
Caroline giggled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Her cheeks flushed and she looked down to hide it. "T-thanks Tyler."
Tyler placed a hand on her back zipper and pulled it down half way. He touched her creamy skin, feeling no bra. He grew. "Can I?" He mumbled in her ear, hot air trailing down her neck. If she said yes then he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Caroline whispered a quick yes. She and Tyler had done things before but she was as close as a seventeen year-old pretty girl could be to losing her virginity. And in this moment, she knew she wanted to lose it to Tyler Lockwood. She was ready.
Tyler smirked and pulled the rest of her zipper down. His hand roamed her back before he turned her to face him. She did have a great body, he had to admit that but her breasts were smaller than Elena's. He gave them a quick squeeze.
She kissed him passionately, "I've missed you, Ty."
"And I have missed your perfect body," he whispered in her ear before giving it a quick nibble.
Stefan Salvatore sighed as his brother, Damon and his friend left the auditorium. There went his ride for the night. Now he'd have to get a ride home with Elijah, who was his best friend, but no offense, also had a really lame car.
Stefan surely wasn't known for being popular per say but he wouldn't be caught dead in Elijah's truck.
"Lemme guess, you need a ride?" Elijah grinned, flashing his car keys.
"Nah, you go on ahead." Stefan waved his hand. "I know my mom said I have to be home before 9:30, but I'm willing to break the rules tonight." He said with a smile as he looked over at Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah's hot older sister.
Bekah, as her friend's called her, was a senior in high school as Stefan and Elijah were only sophomores. She was one of the coolest girls in school which is why she was friends with the school's mean girl, Elena Gilbert. As Elena had always been a bitch to Stefan, Bekah was different, probably because her brother was best friends with him.
"Alright then pal, I'll phone you tonight." Elijah replied, not even noticing the face that Stefan was ogling his sister.
"Yeah, see ya." Stefan replied as Elijah left.
With a somewhat painful, somewhat confident stride, Stefan walked up to Bekah. She was by the punch table, laughing and drinking with some of the upperclassmen, Elena and some guys who Stefan didn't know the names of.
"Uh hey, Bekah. I like your dress." Stefan said with a nervous smile. Bekah was dressed in a shimmery amber dress that cut to mid thigh and her blonde hair came down her back in soft waves. Her body was covered with jewelry, particularly gold earrings and bracelets. It might have seemed tacky to the average person but on Bekah, it looked gorgeous.
Bekah smiled genuinely. "Oh hey Stefan, thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." She nudged his shoulder in a friendly way.
Stefan blushed beet red. "O-Oh thanks Bekah."
Elena turned away from the guy she was talking to. Her gaze landed on Bekah and Stefan. "Um, can you please leave? We don't let weirdos hang with us." She directed at Stefan. A few of the guys surrounding Elena laughed and said rude things about him.
"You heard the lady, nerd!" One guy said.
"Get lost, dweeb. Go back to your mommy." Another guy said.
Stefan nodded, knowing this would have happened. "S-sure," he turned to walk away but Bekah caught his arm.
"Wait Stefan, you don't have to leave if you don't want to."
Elena put her hands on her hips and glared at her friend. "Are you dumb, Beks? This guy is a total nerd."
"No he's not Lena, he's actually really fun." Bekah grabbed a hold of his hand and smiled at him. "Anyone would be lucky to hang out with him."
Stefan said nothing, something stunned Bekah had stood up for him and held his hand. All in the same night!
Elena rolled her eyes. "If you wanna hangout with him, then do it Bekah." She spewed. "But don't come back to me when you're bored."
"Don't worry Elena, I won't." Bekah replied cheerfully and gave Stefan's hand a reassuring squeeze.
Leaving an open-mouthed, shocked Elena, Bekah pulled Stefan towards the dance floor.
This was going to be the best night of his life, he could already feel it.
"Can you take me home, please Tyler?" Caroline asked. He was planting kisses all over her body. She thought she had been ready but she quickly realized she wasn't.
"I thought you wanted this," he growled as he continued kissing her.
Caroline moved away from him. "Well, I changed my mind."
Tyler swore and banged the steering wheel. "Are you kidding me, Care? C'mon it's prom night, loosen up." He tried to pull her back to him but Caroline just wasn't having it, so she pushed him back
With a quick motion, she pulled her dress back up and exited the car. "Find someone else to screw, Tyler."
Before she was fully out of the car, he grabbed her wrist and pulled causing her to slip on the pavement. Her knees hit the gravel and she cried out.
Klaus had heard the commotion just as he was getting ready to leave to drive Damon home. He left Damon and bounced over to Tyler's car.
"Are you okay?" Klaus asked concerned Caroline, him not being fully aware of what had just happened.
Caroline looked up at him and sighed, feeling embarrassed. "I'm fine, thanks."
Before the two could say anything else, Tyler peeled out of the parking lot, not even showing any consideration at all for Caroline who was hurt.
"Did he hurt you?" Klaus asked, growing angry as he saw the marks on Caroline's legs.
"No, I just fell." She replied, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.
"Are you sure? Because if he did, my friend and I can go after him." Klaus pointed to Damon who was in the front seat of his car, looking as if he was going to pass out.
Caroline giggled. "No it's fine, thank you though. Your friend probably needs you more than I do."
"Well, can I at least help you up?" Klaus said and laughed too.
Caroline nodded and he pulled her up. "I'm Caroline, and you are?" She stook out her hand for him to shake, standing confidently.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Caroline. I'm Klaus." He shook her hand and smiled. "Do you need a ride home?"
"That's okay, I think I'm going to go enjoy the dance a lit bit." She told him, dusting off her dress. "I appreciate the offer though."
"No problem, Caroline." He waved, a smile bright on his face. "Oh, and take care."
"You as well, Klaus." She waved back before heading inside, a smile on her face as well.
As Klaus headed back to the car, Damon rolled down the window. "Who the hell was that?"
"Her name was Caroline," he told him, heat rising to his cheeks. They had just met but he had felt something between them, only he didn't know what it would turn into yet.
Damon Salvatore tucked himself into his bed. Before he drifted off to sleep, he checked his phone one last time. Two messages from saying telling him he hoped he would feel better. Damon smiled, Klaus was a good friend. Just as he turned off his phone, the familiar brunette goddess of school lit up his phone. She was phoning! And it wasn't even eleven yet!
"Hello," Damon quickly hit the answer button on his phone. "Is that you, baby?"
"Don't baby me," her sultry voice snapped. "Can I come over? This dance is a real drag."
"Of course, Elena." He said and grinned.
"I'll be there in ten." She told him and then the line went dead.
No longer did Damon feel sick, in fact he felt love-sick.
