A/N: Yes, I know it's been awhile, but I've been really busy these past few weeks. Anyway, I've had this chapter sitting around half written for about a month now, and now I've finished it and here it is!

Tyler Lockwood

My heart pounded as I raced home. I was already late for the ball being held to honour Rosalia Salvatore, the younger sister of Damon and Stefan, who had arrived in town some three months earlier.

As I made it to the front door, I was stopped in my tracks at the sight of a stunning girl, only a bit younger than myself. She smiled as I passed before I promptly bumped into Caroline and Damon. After hurriedly asking if they had seen my mom, I scurried off in the direction they had pointed.

My mother was talking to a flawlessly beautiful red-head, whose back was facing me, so I could not see her face, but I presumed she was Rosalia, so I smoothed down my shirt and carried on over to where they were standing.

Rosalia Salvatore

Carol Lockwood stopped talking and looked over my shoulder. I turned around and was face to face with Tyler Lockwood, resident werewolf.

Carol's smile faded as she took in the way me and Tyler were glaring at each other, unaware of the reason for our hatred. I had promised myself I would not let my hatred of Tyler spoil the evening, but it's hard to not be angry at the guy who nearly killed your brother.

'Matt!' Mrs Lockwood's voice rang out as Tyler and I turned to look at him. Matt was wearing a simple black suit and bowtie which set off his honey blonde hair and stunning blue eyes.

Tyler Lockwood

Matt came over to us, put his arm gently around Rosalia's waist, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Rosalia blushed, something I thought impossible for a vampire. My mom shot me a confused look and I shrugged in return.

Matt Donovan

Carol's questioning glance and Tyler's shrug didn't go unnoticed by myself and Rosalia, who shifted uneasily under my arm. 'Rosalia's my girlfriend.' I answered their unspoken confusion. 'We've been together since just after she came to town. ' Carol smiled, but Tyler seemed in a world of his own.

Rosalia Salvatore

I followed Tyler's gaze as he stared longingly over my shoulder. I released myself from Matt's arm and turned around. 'Kirsten!' My best friend picked up the end of her dress and ran over to meet me, throwing herself into my arms when she had crossed the length of the room. Her short, black hair bounced against her neck as she took in Matt, Tyler and Carol's confused starts. 'Tyler, Matt, Carol, meet Kirsten, my best friend!'

A/N: So, what do you think?