"Caroline, you are getting late." Sarah's voice was on high pitch piercing through Caroline's ear.
"I know, why do you think I am running like a coyote here?" She was grabbing her notes and putting them into her bag as fast as possible.
Sarah looked at her, who was walking crazily from one corner to another n their dorm room.
"We have to shift to the apartments today you know that right?" questioned Sarah.
"Yeah, don't remind me. I will come later, take all my bags and will head straight to the apartment. But right now I can't be late for this class. As my first day, the first impression is so not gonna be the one of being a lazy student, and I don't want to fail my elective class either. So, I will just, rush." Said Caroline breathlessly.
"Who told you to take the literature class? It is so boring."
"Yeah but it will be good for my major, you know. I will see you later." Said Caroline while going out of her dorm.
Being a second year Drama Major, studying in Columbus University, and the founder of endless clubs, she was a bit of an over- achiever. During all her high- school life, she fantasized about coming out of Mystic Falls, and exploring the whole world. Thus, she when people tried to tell her she can't do things, she proved them wrong.
She has spent her 15 precious years in Mystic Falls, a small town in the middle of Virginia, a place she calls home, living with her mother, Liz, who was the sheriff of the town. Although, with being a sheriff, comes the consequences. Most of the time she came to the empty house, wishing that maybe her mom will be home. Sadness drowning her from the inside, but as always, she wrapped herself with the cloud of rainbows and tried to smile like it never affected her.
Sometimes, she wishes she wouldn't be alone in the strange city, away from the two of her best friends. She misses Bonnie the most. And with Elena, things are complicated. But, no relation is perfect. That's what she reminded herself once. However, every time she tried, she was dragged back to the square one, watching Elena being the center of every guy's heart. With every turn of Elena, the whole world moved, and with every attention sticking toward Elena as a magnet, the thorns pricked her like the stung of the jelly fish.
The only problem was her luck to find the one guy, for whom, she can melt in seconds. After all, she was kind of hopelessly romantic. Her record with the previous relations weren't that good either. Every time she was in a relationship, it left her with broken pieces of her heart. From getting fooled by the guys to being the rebound phase, she had seen almost everything. Getting herself involved in being in love with Tyler, the football champ, didn't paid her well either.
Convincing her mom, she spend most of her summer with her Dad and the love of his life, and extended her stay till the end of the year, thus, missing out on graduating from the Mystic High.
There were new problems between her and Elena now, the reason being the named person, Mr. Damon Salvatore. She still couldn't believe that Elena started dating Damon, whom, Caroline hated to the core. The result was their continuous arguments.
It's not like Caroline didn't had the reason to hate him. Just because Caroline had a little crush on a new town boy, it doesn't mean he can play around with her just so he can come closer to the friend she always felt insecure.
"He is not a good person Elena." Caroline almost shouted at her when the truth was out.
"Caroline, you don't know him the way I do. He is changed now." Elena said trying to convince her.
"People never change. Or even if they do they change in a worst way." She replied
"Care, please just give him a chance, at least for me. It's…. important … He is important for me." She said pleadingly.
Caroline sighed not knowing what to say. She can never trust Damon again, but she wasn't going to sit idle on that.
"Fine…. But if he hurt you, I am going to kill him myself."
Caroline was walking fast, almost running from her dorm to make a stop to the café, going with her daily routine. There was a big frown on her face when she saw a huge line in front of her.
"It surely isn't my day." She muttered in disbelief. Standing there, in a dilemma, for the wait time, she never realized when someone, totally ignoring her, cut the line and stood in front of her.
"Hey, I was standing here you know." She said quite shockingly.
"No, you were not." His tone was harsh, to which she was taken aback.
"Uh… yes I was. What you just did is called cutting the line, which is rude." She said without backing off.
"Well, then you should have been paying attention around yourself, rather than standing off the line daydreaming." The guy said in a calm tone.
Dark grey shirt, nicely tucked into his jeans, the long sleeves folded till his elbow, his appearance wasn't that bad from the back. Five feet, eleven inches tall, with the caramel colored hair, he was standing out in the whole town. Caroline was agitated, but it didn't stopped her from wandering her eyes around him. Sad part was she never got the chance to look at his face.
"Well, there is no mark here saying where to stand to be specific." It's not like she was going away without a fight.
It was the one man army in a debate fight, where she kept talking and he never responded. She was about to throw his ipod away, when then reached the counter.
"Can I know your name, please?" the girl at the counter asked.
"Stefan."
"The last name, sir?"
He stared at her for a minute thinking way too deep but finally said "Salvatore."
Caroline's attention was solely concentrated on the said person in front of her. Her thoughts went wild when the sudden realization hit her. Did he just said Salvatore? No, it can't be. He can't be. I am over analyzing.
"Please, don't tell me you are anyway related to Damon Salvatore!" she was standing with her eyes wide, when oblivious to her attention, her own words ditched her and came out of her mouth. Stefan's head jerked in her direction, with a frown on his face turning into a grimace.
"Please, don't tell me you are one of those girls, who adores him." The words were a mere whisper, but they caught up in her ears. His green eyes were staring at her, piercing into her bones. She was stuck in her train of thoughts when she didn't realized him leaving.
"Hey, excuse me?" she called him and he turned around.
"What? Are you just going to stare at me, or do you need something?" Stefan asked impatiently.
"Look, I am getting late for my class, so if you will excuse me, I will head on my way." Without giving her any chance to speak he left her there, dumbfounded.
"Well maybe he doesn't look like the Salvatore, but he definitely got the attitude in his genes." She muttered to herself. Looking at her watch, she took the sip of her coffee, and moved towards her own class.
A/N: I had posted this fic's few chapters here, but then deleted it. But after some editing, and changing few things I am posting it here again. And I will be continuing the fic.