Just a little something I thought about. Hope you guys like it ;)
Tell Me What You Know
What was she hiding?
That one sentence was all Tyler could think about. The night of Sarah's death, Caroline had covered for him and reassured him. Though he had told her off, told her that her comforting words meant nothing, that she didn't know what it all really meant, she'd said things that made it seem otherwise.
Since that night, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head. Imagine that. Who would've thought that the time would ever come that Caroline Forbes could constantly occupy his thoughts? He chuckled to himself at how that sounded, when that was hardly the case.
Tyler had confronted her earlier that day, asked her what and how much she knew, but she'd denied knowing anything. He knew she was lying. How else would she know about his wound being healed so quickly? And yet, she was adamant in reasoning that she had just said those things because she didn't want him to freak out over what had happened to Sarah.
He knew. He just knew it was something else. He was a lot of things—a douche being one of them—but he was in no way stupid. She was keeping something from him.
Tyler was playing basketball with some of his buddies; a temporary distraction from the impending doom on his life, and also a sort of therapy for his jitters. The distraction was going fine until he spotted Caroline passing by.
Unable to resist, he followed her to the back of one of the school buses where they couldn't be seen. Here he was again, desperately trying to confront Caroline, and here she was again, standing her ground. He'd felt such an intense need to know, that he was practically begging her now to tell him. He was freaking out, but seeing the pity in her eyes began to set him off. If she felt sorry for him, why the hell wouldn't she say anything? She wasn't being fair, to play all these games with him, and it was pissing him off. And having just triggered the curse, Tyler getting pissed was a dangerous thing for Caroline… Or so he thought.
Tyler grabbed Caroline's arm as she walked away, using just a fraction of his supernatural werewolf strength. It was just a fraction, but he figured that with Caroline's girly personality and dainty stature, a fraction would be more than enough. Which was why he could barely comprehend what was happening to him when Caroline beat his strength and twisted his arm behind his back. The weirdest part? She looked as if she had done it so easily, and it hurt his arm like hell.
The alarm in Caroline's head went off. Oh shit. She had let her irritation get the best of her. Dammit, now that he had reason to be suspicious, he'd never leave her the hell alone. Immediately her vampire instincts kicked in, and she'd felt the sudden urge to kill Tyler. Killing him would be easy; and if he were dead, she and the others would be rid of one of their huge problems…
Caroline slapped herself mentally. Damn the bloodlust. It was trying to control her again. But she could never kill Tyler; she'd known him her whole life. She wouldn't do that to someone like him.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she watched him kick a trash can across the parking lot a little too hard before walking away.
