Caroline's life hadn't been all rainbows and sunshine. She had known from the day her dad died that things would be hard and that she would have to take care of her mother. She had moved on, but it was harder for her mother to take. When Caroline had reached High School she had pushed herself to be the best that she could be.
She had been the captain of the cheerleading squad, on the prom committee and even somehow won Miss Mystic Falls. She was proud of her accomplishments but there was one thing she could never win. She would always be second best to Elena Gilbert.
Elena was beautiful with long brown hair and almond brown eyes and she always got what she wanted. If Elena had wanted to be captain, she would have gotten it. Caroline always felt inferior when it came guys and it always had to do with her so-called best friend. For the longest time Caroline had the biggest crush on Matt Donovan, the big football star but Matt would never see her all because of Elena.
Caroline could remember her blood boiling, see Matt and Elena crowned Prom King and Queen. After that she had dated but nothing had ever been serious. Her senior year she had pushed herself to making straight A's and not focusing on the little "war" that seemed to be going on between her and the pretty brunette.
She had graduated valedictorian and gave the speech of her life. People have cheered her on and after that it seemed everyone forgot who she was. That had been five years ago. At the age of twenty she had made something of herself and moved to the big city.
The first model agency she had worked for was by far one of the best in New York. Then somehow she had been chosen to be an assistant for the sister Company in England. That's where she had been for the past two years. Caroline had worked her butt off to earn the living that she did and she was proud of herself.
She had worked for some of the most prestige modeling agents and over a period of time she had finally dubbed herself happy, or so she thought. At times she often wondered if this is exactly how she had planned her life to go. Then one day her mother had called her and told her of how "Mike" had purposed.
Caroline knew that her mother and Mike had started dating the year after she had left for England, but she never thought that it had been that serious. She couldn't help but smile hearing her mother giggle and laugh over the phone. She knew that her mother was truly happy.
That was the final snap for Caroline. She knew that somehow or another this wasn't what she had wanted. She wanted adventure, she wanted life to be thrilling somehow. The after thoughts of the conversation she had with her mother gave her a restless sleep that night.
She knew when she woke up in the morning she was making a drastic decision but it was hers to make. Caroline went into work and gave them the shocking two-weeks notice. No questions were asked and Caroline was simply happy.
She went home and called her mother to let her know that she was returning to Virginia, for good. Her mother had been ecstatic. That's when she booked her ticket and it was official. She was returning home and there was no turning back.
What she didn't expect was to meet an irritating jackass on the plane ride home. She had been talking to the woman beside her about why she was returning home. Caroline was sure she had been quite loud but that gave no reason for the man in seat 13B to be so rude.
When he had turned around the first time, she had to give it to him. He was gorgeous. The dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes, of course any girl would be a sucker for him. She had thought he was initially going to flirt with her… but no.
After their little spat she had watched him as he fell asleep, and she couldn't help the rage that boiled inside her. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to her like that? She stayed awake the whole entire all because she was too furious to sleep, When the plane had landed the man was still asleep, and apparently he was by himself since she saw that no one was waking him.
She had sighed very loudly hoping that he would somehow be startled by it but the soft snoring coming from her told her otherwise. Just being the one to wake him up gave her some kind of pleasure. After the area had cleared out she walked to aisle and looked down at the man.
If he hadn't such an insulting mouth, she would consider dating him. He was good looking. She shook out of that juvenile thought and began to poke him in the arm. After a few moments he finally stirred. "What the bloody hell-" Caroline inwardly smiled to herself. "We're here, prick." She hadn't meant to throw the insult but it had just casually passed through her lips. Too late to take it back now.
She had made her way through some of the passengers that were left when she could feel someone staring at her. Oh please for the love of everything don't let it be that guy. When she heard the same thick British accent calling for what she could only assume was her, she felt the anger boil again.
She was in for a shock when the man had reached her side and then explained to her that he wanted to apologize. She couldn't help it but laugh for a moment. She honestly didn't take him seriously. Caroline knew that if he had wanted to apologize she should use it to her advantage.
That's when she had shoved her carry-on bag in his arms. She had walked to the baggage claim retrieve her suitcase when she noticed him checking her out. Caroline smiled to herself, somewhat pleased.
When she had reached the taxi she had allowed him to help the driver with putting her stuff into the back. "What's your name?" the attractive man had asked her. She rolled her eyes and got into the yellow car. When she looked at the window and saw the rejected expression on his face she just had a feeling and no explanation for what she was about to do.
She pushed the button on the window for it to roll down and yelled out as loud as she could "My name is Caroline!" Seeing the satisfied smiled on his face had been worth it though. Caroline wondered if she would see the handsome man again, but highly doubted it. Caroline realized then that she had never gotten his name in return.
She shrugged her shoulders as an answer to herself and shook it off. She would never see him again anyways, why should it matter. Caroline noticed that as she passed though the city nothing had changed in Richmond, Virginia since she left. She took a deep breath as the man zoomed through the traffic and to the apartment that her mother shared with Mike, still thinking of the British man she had met on the plane.