Chapter Four:

"Oh and this one too," Caroline took another shirt from the large walk-in closet adding it an ever-growing pile. "I can't believe she still has so much of my stuff! No wonder I never have anything to wear!"

I know I said I was going to kill her, but fortunately for Caroline she had purpose.

I sat on Elena's bed, surrounded by an array of diaries. The girl had written down almost every detail of her entire life. I couldn't have asked for more.

I read the most recent entries first, paying close attention to those involving Stefan.

I met a boy. We talked. It was EPIC.

"I lent this to Bonnie!" Caroline declared as she removed a necklace from a large jewelry box. "I can't believe she would give it to Elena!"

"Bonnie Bennett?" I asked.

"Yep," Caroline continued rummaging through Elena's belongings.

I asked a few leading questions, hoping to get some information on Bonnie and Damon's relationship. But our cheer captain didn't know much except that Bonnie hated Damon. They weren't dating or sleeping together. In fact it was highly unusual to find them in the same room.

I frowned. This was a clear contradiction to what Anna said.

Someone was lying.

I was about to inquire further, when I heard the front door slam and voices in the downstairs foyer.

"So can I see your bedroom?"

I recognized Anna's voice immediately. My first thought was that she was here with Elena, and they were about to come into this room. I darted toward the doorway, pressing myself flat against the wall, so I'd be hidden from sight when the door opened.

"Why do you want to see my bedroom?" the boy replied.

"It's up here, right?"

I heard her quick footsteps as she ran up the stairs.

"Anna!" the boy called as he followed her.

The door opened hiding me from sight. I heard Caroline shriek as the sudden motion startled her. There was a thud and the faint scent of warm vanilla and honey wafted through the room.

"Shit!" Caroline cursed.

"Sorry," Anna hastily apologized.

"Get me a towel or something," Caroline snapped at Anna.

"Ummmm," Anna sounded confused.

"Bathroom. That way," the blonde directed.

"What happened?" the boy asked.

"Some Chinese girl just barged in here."

"That's my friend, Anna."

"You need to keep her on a leash."

I closed the door just as Anna came back into the room with a hand towel. When she saw me she froze.

Caroline ripped the towel out of her hand. The boy however followed her gaze and looked directly at me.

I was prepared for anything. Or so I thought.

He walked toward me reaching out for my hair. I stood there, frozen, as he stretched one of the ringlets out, then let it spring back into place. He cracked a large grin and he let out a small laugh.

"Definitely not the best look for you."

Excuse me?

When did everyone lose their appreciation for naturally curly hair?

After Caroline, this boy was next in line to be my dinner.

He didn't bother to wait for my reply, turning to my vampire counterpart and offering an introduction.

"Anna, this is my sister, Elena. And her friend, Caroline."

"Nice to meet you, Elena." Anna said the name slowly. I knew her brain was working feverishly to figure out her next step. Clearly my presence had interfered in her plans.

"… and Caroline," she added without as much as a glance at the blonde.

"Sorry about the mess," she continued to look directly at me.

"Accidents happen," I replied coldly.

"So my room is over here," the boy continued giving me a strange look and gesturing to Anna, who hastily followed him out the door.

They were barely over the threshold, when Caroline rose to her feet, towel in hand.

"I didn't think it was possible to trade down from Vicki Donovan," she shook her head sadly. The blonde continued on about the boy's colorful past, but I was more interested in the present.

I focused my attention on listening to the conversation taking place in the other room.

"This is a great room."

"Thanks."

"What's this? A diary?"

"No … Don't…"

"Did you draw these?"

"Yeah. Can I have it back?"

"Jeremy, these are… WOW."

"Is that a good WOW or a bad WOW?"

"Good. No. More than good…."

"ELENA!" Caroline snapped her fingers loudly.

I fought the urge to rip her throat out right then and there. Instead, I feigned an apology and took the clothes she offered as she pushed me toward the bathroom.

It was Friday evening and according to Caroline The Grille was having a pool tournament and everyone was going to be there.

Including yours truly.

(Insert evil laugh here)