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15:28—HIGH SCHOOL

Remember school ends at half three.

Typing out a reply, Cherie smiled as she set aside her phone, careful to hide it just in case one of Liz's deputies caught her and snitched on her, just like one had a few years before to score points. The blonde turned her eyes back to the road, overtaking someone who was taking far too long, mouthing sorry when they honked their horn at her. Cherie turned down her music just in time to turn into the parking lot, about to take the space where Caroline could see her when she came out.

Only to step down hard on the brakes when a blue Camaro—a classic car that distracted her for a mere second—swerved and smoothly entered her parking space.

Lips parting in shock, Cherie's eyes zeroed in on the car and the driver.

"No way."

Cherie murmured a string of curses under her breath as the car in front of her came to a stop, the dark haired driver switching off his music before he slumped back against his seat.

"Dick!"

Cherie mumbled to herself as she took the spot next to him, parking and hurrying off her seatbelt before she got out of her car, slamming her door shut behind her and storming over to his vehicle. He was happily resting, his feet propped out, resting on top of his door which made it easier since the top was down. He tapped on his phone, a small smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the conversation he was having.

Oh, she was going to wipe that smirk off of his face.

The blonde cleared her throat to garner his attention but to no avail. He was either bluntly ignoring her or too engrossed in whatever he was doing on his phone.

Cherie slowly ambled up to the side of the car, careful to dodge his propped up feet.

"Hello?"

"Hello."He greeted without looking up from his screen, completely uninterested in her attempt at making conversation."Goodbye. Go away."

"I want to talk."

"Mmm-hmm?"He, once more, replied without looking up and waved Cherie off with his hand."And I want to revisit the days where people had the ability to read signs. As in the sign where me not looking up means for you to go. Bye now."

Cherie snapped her mouth shut as a retort came to mind and forced herself to keep her temper in check. Rolled back her shoulders, Cherie watched him happily play with his phone and, before she could stop herself, she reached down and snatched the device from his hands. Now he had no choice but to meet her gaze, something he did somewhat resentfully.

"Hey!"

His head snapped up just in time to notice Cherie pocketing his phone, something she did with a smirk. Turning in time to meet his eyes—a pair of icy baby blues Cherie found herself noting—Cherie swallowed the girly giggle that threatened to spill when her eyes flickered over his features.

Oh, my.

"Bad boys-"Cherie paused to allow herself to check him out from head to toe."get their toys taking away."

Emphasizing away, Cherie pushed at his legs with a pointed glare, and he hummed with a flicker of annoyance in his eyes but complied, placing them back into the car as he straightened.

"Boy? Rude."He drawled, straightening in his chair, anger suddenly gone from his tone and replaced with underlying playfulness."What can I do for you?"

Cherie clasped her hands on the door of the car and leaned down, eagerly sending back the playful glower he aimed at her.

"You took my parking space."

"You took my phone; I guess we're even."He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers—showing off a fancy ring Cherie's gaze lingered on—with a lopsided smirk playing on his lips."So, once you're done putting in your number, you're going to give it back."

Following him as he shifted closer, Cherie imitated his smile, tone softening.

"I am?"

"Mmm-hmm."He slowly nodded, resting his arm beside her hands on the car door, he tilted his head up."You are."

Her smile broadened down at him, and her eyes remained on his as she pulled his phone from her back pocket and handed it to him. His smirk turned somewhat suggestive as Cherie looked down at the screen, fingers tapping on it as she began to type in her name.

"...it's the least you could do for-"

"Cher?"

Snapping out of whatever daze she'd been in, Cherie's head snapped up at the sound of her sister. Turning her head, her lips curved up as Caroline appeared in front of her—a vampire trick apparently—a somewhat less happy smile on her face when she noticed who her elder sister was flirting with.

"Care."Cherie greeted, straightening to her height, tapping her watch to remind her."I'm on time."

"Yeah, you are."Caroline smiled at her sister before she waved a hand at Cherie's possible Saturday date night, glare making its way onto her face."What are you doing with him?"

Without giving her sister a chance to answer, Caroline narrowed her eyes and spoke once more, this time more demanding.

"What are you doing here, Damon?"

"Picking up Stef. We've got business. Important, British business. Kay?"Damon curtly answered, rolling his eyes in annoyance and doing his waving off motion again."Good. Bye."

Smile instantly faltering at the tone he'd used with her sister, Cherie glowered at Damon.

"Hey!"Tone sharp, Cherie tossed Damon's phone in his lap, crossing her arms over her chest."Don't speak to my sister like that."

Damon opened his mouth to retort but instantly stopped himself when a specific word processed. Sister. Eyes widening curiously, he leaned back in his chair, eyes flickering from blonde to blonde.

"Sister?"

The pair nodded, both wearing matching glares that were directed at Damon. And before he could carry on attempting to flirt with her sister, Caroline walked forward and clasped her sister by the wrist, pulling her away from him.

"He's bad and not in an 'Oh; he's so bad' hot way."Caroline firmly informed her sister as the pair strutted off, the younger Forbes holding tightly onto the elder one."We stay away from him, okay?"

Utterly confused, Cherie just nodded in response, chewing on her bottom lip when Damon wiggled his fingers as he watched them walk off. Unsure of how to play it out, Cherie waved back at Damon in a half-hearted manner, arm falling back at her side before Caroline could notice.

Damon continued to watch after them, toying with the phone in his lap, noticing its lack of Cherie's number.

"What about the number?"


LATER—THE GRILL

"...and then she suffocated me, killing me and since his blood was in my system it turned me into a-"

Caroline cut herself off when the waiter approached them with their food and milkshakes, snapping her mouth shut as soon as he was in earshot. Resting back against her seat, Caroline accepted her milkshake with eagerness, sending a pointed look to Cherie to ensure she got what Caroline was going to say.

"He sounds like a dick."Cherie bluntly asserted, murmuring thanks to the waiter as he placed her plate and drink in front of her."A total smokeshow but a complete dick."

"He's not that bad. Well, he is but..."Caroline shrugged, watching the waiter walk off and quickly smiling at Matt when he came into sight before carrying on."it's tolerable in small amounts. He's been tolerable. He's actually had my back."

Ahhing in understanding, Cherie hummed in pleasure when she tasted her milkshake for the first time, keenly grabbing her fork and stabbing into as much fry as she could. As she did, she met Caroline's eyes over her glass, tone softening.

"With mom?"

"With mom."Caroline confirmed with a small nod, eyes drifting down to her food, small faltering a little."She wasn't so okay my youknowwhat for a little while."

Cherie slowly nodded, pursing her lips as the reprimanded herself for not being there for her sister.

"She is now."

"She is now."Caroline restated a little more firmly with a pensive sigh, slumping back against the cushion of the booth."And Damon helped. In his Damon way."

"As long as he doesn't hurt you. I mean, I don't know what I could do against a youknowwhat, but it's the sentiment that counts."Cherie took a long sip of her milkshake, pausing for a moment before adding."Who knew Mystic Falls was so exciting?"

"Mmm-hmm."Caroline quietly laughed as she took another long sip of her milkshake then quickly pierced through more fries with her fork as she replied."It's fine when people aren't dying."

Cherie chimed in with her own laughter as the pair went comfortably quiet, speaking now and then while they picked at their food. The pair slipped into their old dynamic; their silence filled with smiles and nods toward guys they thought were cute or the odd comment here and there about different topics. They were just comfortable being around each other again; it was just like old times.

And, just like old times, Caroline started to notice her sister's eyes flickering away every few seconds. Then there was the smile. The smile—slightly sly, pouty and radiant—that Cherie Forbes wore whenever there was a guy in her sights.

"Who are you looking at, Cher?"

Caroline's sudden question made Cherie squeak a little in shock, a sound the vampire sister simpered at. The elder Forbes' eyes shifted to her sister and, instantly recognizing the expression Caroline wore while studying her—an expression she'd come to realize Caroline donned whenever she knew something without having to be informed—Cherie still attempted to play it off.

Eyes glued to her foot, Cherie casually hummed questioningly.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"Caroline imitated with a roll her eyes, unimpressed by her sister's attempt at bluffing."I can hear your heartbeat and unless your food is turning you on, are you gonna tell me what's going on?"

Resting her chin on her hand, Caroline directed a knowing look at her sister who slowly raised her head.

"Care!"The elder blonde gasped in horror, leaning forward and lowering her voice."You can tell?"

"I can hear your heartbeat, but I know that look."Caroline said almost scoldingly, pointing to her sister with her fork."You used to give Marshall Davies that look."

Cherie opened her mouth to counter only to stop short when she realized there was no use.

"Fine!"Cherie gave up and leaned forward once more, voice lowering to a whisper."Tall, dark and handsome. Nine o'clock."

"Always a win."Caroline hummed, absent-mindedly playing with her salad with her fork."Eye contact?"

"At least four seconds every twenty seconds."Cherie surmised, eyes drifting from her sister to him, head bowing a little when his mouth curved up into a smile."Totally drawn out. He's got eyes for days."

Caroline's mouth formed an O at the little to no description her sister had given her and slowly turned her head to where Cherie was subtly pointing at. She grinned in anticipation, expecting to encounter a handsome bartender or a hunky Timberwolf.

She encountered neither.

Instead what her eyes landed on was a certain Original hybrid who, at noticing Caroline's eyes on him, offered the young vampire a smug smirk.

"Good afternoon, love."

Her grin instantly faltered when the Original raised his glass at Caroline, tilting his head somewhat complacently before quietly laughing to himself when Caroline swiftly turned around to face her sister.

She rolled her eyes before turning back around, shaking her head at her sister.

"Seriously?!"Caroline hissed, fork clattering onto her plate, the sound making Cherie jump in suprise."Cher, do you have a psycho radar or something?"

Cherie's face fell at Caroline's tone, her brows furrowing as she—given no choice but to look away when Caroline snapped her fingers at her—shook her head in complete confusion.

"What?"

"That-"Caroline paused to motion over her shoulder at the hybrid who still watched the pair."That's Klaus Mikaelson."

Like her sister, Cherie's eyes went wide at the revelation, and—with a guilty whimper—she quickly and reluctantly rerouted her gaze from the Original to her sister.

"Klaus?"She muttered just above a murmur, something that did no good as she heard a faint chuckle following her utterance of the name."As in..."

Cherie trailed off questingly, grip tightening around her fork with Caroline nodded zestfully.

"As in psycho Klaus, yes!"


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