Here we go! My first Fic on here. Heh. (:
"Are you serious?" Quinn said flatly.
Her mother nodded. "Your father and I just think that, maybe, it would be in everybody's best interests."
"So you want us to pick up our entire lives, and move to Virginia?" she said incredulously. She shook her head furiously at her mother's pathetic nod. "No, I won't do it. My life is here."
"Quinn," her mother started with a consoling tone.
"I can't do it, Mom. You probably won't be able to understand. But what I started began here. And I plan on finishing it here." She barked those last words fiercely, determined to stay in Ohio.
"Oh, what are you up to now?"
The blonde pressed her lips firmly together. "We're staying." Her eyes bore into her mother, not the slightest emotion reflected in them.
She had big plans. And she needed to be in Lima Heights for them, not in some stupid town in Virginia. By the end of the year, she swore, that she would have Puck or Sam in her pocket and her chance at redeeming herself after all the times she's messed up. Beth Number Two. She could never mess up something so… perfect. No matter how hard she tried.
"You can't still be mad at me," he groaned. Damon Salvatore was used to girls coming and going, but he always expected them to come crawling back when he asked.
Caroline Forbes was an exception.
The stubborn bitch, he thought darkly. Normally, compulsion would be a beaut in this sort of sticky situation. But no, she was the Sheriff's daughter. And that meant she had vervain in her system.
She kept her mouth in a tight, firm line. She didn't need him. She didn't need him and his stupid smirky smile, his stupid ocean-blue eyes that she could melt in, his stupid dark shaggy hair that fell on his face in the perfect angle. She caught herself, No, no, she told herself, No, you can't think that. Damon Salvatore fed on you before. He could've killed you. You need to detach yourself from him.
"What are we, in the third grade?" His eyes flashed impatiently. "Are you seriously going to give me the silent treatment?" He sped up his pace a bit, stepping right in her path.
"Excuse me," she said coldly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he feigned, "Am I in your way?"
"Damon, I want absolutely no part of you anymore. Take a hint and GO AWAY."
He stuck his lower lip out into a pout. He needed a distraction - desperately. Ever since Elena skipped town with Stefan, he needed something to fill what felt like an empty void in his heart.
"Well, you're no fun," Damon said slowly before turning and walking back in the direction of the boardinghouse. He wanted Caroline. He liked a challenge, and he never backed down from one.
In fact, he was already plotting ways to get her back. But in the meantime, he needed a little fun in his life.
A little twinkle lit up in his eyes and he ran over to the football field where he knew some of the cheerleader-wannabes were, trying to practice routines so they could get onto the squad. They weren't the elite of the high school, but they weren't hideous; not to mention their low self-esteem made his little game all the easier for him.
"When hell freezes over," Russell hissed at his wife. "We are not going to let Quinn run this household! Not after all she's done to disappoint us time after time again."
"Russ—"
He didn't even let her finish her sentence before shooting her daggers.
Judy sighed, knowing there was no use fighting. He was a stubborn man and his word was final. Even if she fought back, by the end of the month, they'd still find themselves in a new unfamiliar world.