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Chapter 8

A Place To Rest My Head

And when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair remember, it's only in the black of night that you see the stars, and those stars lead you back home.

God, what am I doing here?

That was the one and only thought occupying Caroline's mind. Just like some years ago, the Knights were at Steve's Bar celebrating their victory. The small cocktail bar, surrounded by cocoa brown brick walls looking like the Batcave to the visitors' eyes, was always transformed in an endless place of partying and fun whenever the senior class of 2005 won a basketball game. Wanting to postpone this whole going back in time situation, all of the eternal studs agreed that game night couldn't simply exist without the regular booze and dance party at Steve's.

So now there she was, giving fake smiles and sharing halfhearted laughs with people she haven't seen in like forever. Caroline didn't want to be there and it was clear. However, Elena's and Tyler's constant begging was something she couldn't ignore so that left her no option than to tag along. They owed her; big time.

"Lighten up, sexy legs!" Tyler elbowed her, smiling alluring at the use of his nickname for her.

"Hey, I'm doing my best." Caroline defended herself. She still wasn't over that whole sucker punched thing by Yvonne or the humiliation she felt so it was difficult to be all smiles and pretend like nothing happened.

"Well, I know what will cheer you up." Damon spoke as he and Elena joined them, giving them their drinks. "I have a really good joke." He smirked and she and Elena just groaned; Damon was never the joking type.

"I guess nothing can be worse now…" Caroline sighed, waving a hand for him to proceed.

Damon cleared his throat. "What did the green grape say to the purple one?"

"What?" she asked.

"Breathe, you idiot! BREATHE!" he exclaimed with an expression of agony, earning a giggle from Caroline.

"Oh my God, that was so bad!" she replied as Elena shook her head in agreement but smiled.

"Hey, but you laughed!" Damon pointed out.

"At you!" Tyler added with a clever smirk and the girls laughed.

"Whatever!" he just frowned at their ongoing laughter. "I liked it!" he pouted and Elena caressed his hair with a mocking smile.

Caroline looked at the ground with a smile. Despite how awful Damon's jokes were he was trying to cheer her up and that was something she very much appreciated. Raising her eyes again to observe the room, he spotted Matt along with Kol talking casually with a pack of cheerleaders, who saw them as eye candy, and she let a sigh of relief when she didn't see any sign of the older Mikaelson. However, her relief was soon replaced with a feeling of nervousness as the imposing businessman made his way through the glass doors.

"Is that Klaus Mikaelson?" Tyler wondered beside her. "What is he doing here?"

"I don't know; why don't you ask Caroline?" Elena raised a challenging eyebrow while eyeing her.

"He's Kol's brother; Matt's friend." Caroline pointed at the direction of the two men. "He was at the game too." Tyler just nodded, satisfied with the answer.

"Caroline, what's going on?" Elena whispered beside her.

"I don't know… But if I have to endure a whole night seeing him then I really need another drink." She replied as their eyes met and after nodding lightly at her, he made his way to the bar.


He had a plan. He was going to go to that party, drag her away from that Tyler's guy sight and then have a talk with her. No, he would do all the talking; no way on earth he was letting her form even one single world. Klaus had a plan and he would stick with that.

However, he and his determined self was now at a corner of the bar drowning his words in whisky as he was angrily staring at the sight in front of him. Caroline was all over Tyler laughing and talking and joking and even dancing. Seriously, Klaus was feeling the blood pumping in his head as his blue orbs were witnessing that ridiculous fluffiness. The cave man seemed to have reserved Caroline for the night as he so casually had his arm around the small of her back while she was whispering things in his ear, due to the loud music.

So basically Klaus' plan sucked. But he wasn't going to admit it even to himself. Because you see, Klaus Mikaelson never admitted defeat; in fact never liked to lose. So he knew that one way or another she would have her attention tonight. Tearing his eyes from her and her boy toy, he scanned the room filled with pretty little things in cheerleading uniforms. Basically that would be considered any man's fantasy, and of course his own, but it seemed that his old ways with women had been in store for quite a while. Frowning at the realization, he rested his elbows on the bar and waved at the bartender for a shot. He was about to start worrying that something was wrong with him when he felt someone's presence beside him. Klaus' baby blue eyes met a brunette woman with a seductive smile on her lips, dressed in that tiny uniform, leaning closer to him. She was pretty – surely not as beautiful as Caroline - but the fact that he actually compared them made Klaus frown once again. He never had a type or a certain woman in his mind and that bugged him to death.

"So are you gonna buy me a drink?" the woman suggested with a smirk and Klaus returned it. Now that's an excellent way to get back on track, he thought and waved to the bartender.

"As many as you want, sweetheart." He winked and leaned closer as she hopped on a barstool and crossed her legs sexily. Klaus noticed with a satisfied smile and the two of them crank their glasses before drinking their shots bottom up.

"By the way, I'm Jessica." The woman spoke while wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb and then brought it to her lips, licking it seductively.

"Well, that's a very sexy name." Klaus gave her a crooked smile and waved for more shots. His smile grew even wider when he spotted two judgy ocean eyes looking straight at them and then at the ground, ashamed that they had been caught. The night was surely getting much better, he thought, and returned his attention to the lady in front of him.


Caroline scrunched her nose, swallowing a rather large sip of whisky. She was standing alone, her left shoulder resting in the wall, with a bottle of Jack Daniels hanging from her right hand. Fortunately, her friends where elsewhere needed so she was left there in silence without anyone asking her constantly if she was alright. It was sick of it. She didn't want people to worry about her; she was strong and faced everything on her own.

However, she would be lying if she said that Yvonne's words didn't affect her even the slightest. All her dreams and ambitions were shuttered. She was nothing like she was in high school; all that she accomplished now was just thin air and all that potential was unrealized in her present life. Back then, it never crossed her mind that her life would turn out like that. Like every other human being took everything for granted only to now look at the ruins of her former glorious life. It was official; life sucked and then you die.

The half empty bottle found its way to her lips again and Caroline felt the alcohol spreading through her body. She needed to forget, to escape from reality even for a while. But the sight in front of her didn't do much with her temper. Of course Mikaelson would hit on the first slut that happened to show a little more of her legs at him. And that Jessica frigging Bradley? God, Caroline always knew she was a slut; guess some things never changed.

They drank what seemed like the fifth shot – no she wasn't counting, they were just in her eyesight – and then he spoke, eyes sparkling and smile wide, earning an annoying giggle from her. And like the slut she was, Jessica came closer and placed a hand on his muscular arm as he leaned to her ear. Caroline scoffed annoyed; what a manwhore! But she didn't except anything else. She knew that sooner or later he would be bored chasing her and move on to his next pray. Isn't that what all guys did?

The scene in front of her was about to get more heated as she witnessed Jessica laughing once more and tossing her raven black hair over her shoulders, exposing seductively her neck. Klaus licked his lips while looking at the naked flesh and Caroline felt her insides stir. Ugh, he couldn't just act all persistent admirer towards her and then jump any girl in his way! He was totally playing with her and she for sure didn't like it when she was being deceived. But no, no! She wouldn't go there and confront him. That was exactly what he wanted her to do when he was all side looks and smirks to her. No, he wouldn't give him that pleasure! And besides, he wasn't anything to her. Klaus Mikaelson could go stab himself for all she cared. She had bigger problems to deal with.

And with that her thoughts were back to her life and her uncertain future. The bottle of whisky was once again on her lips, swallowing the liquid like it was water and feeling it floating her messed up head. Wiping her mouth forcefully with the back of her hand, she closed her eyes as a feeling of dizziness enveloped her. When she opened them again everything was spinning and her hand grabbed on the wall beside her to prevent from falling. Deciding she needed some fresh air, Caroline made her way stumbling through the crowd, without anyone noticing.


Elena was like a mad woman, running around searching and asking people. Nearly an hour had passed since she lost Caroline of her sight and even if at first she didn't pay much attention to it, cause let's face it Caroline was big enough to take care of herself, now she was starting to worry. The four words "we haven't seen her" was Elena's nightmare as the more people she asked the merrier she got to hear them. All the time she was missing Tyler thought she was with Elena or Damon and Damon that she was with Tyler or Elena; bottom line they didn't have a clue where she was either. The three friends were now split around the bar searching everyone and everywhere, afraid for the worst. Caroline was never the one to just disappear and that made them worry sick, especially after what had happened.

Smiling gratefully at Matt, who, like the sweet guy he was, offered immediately to help finding her, Elena reunited with her husband, informing her that there was no sign of her further inside the bar or at the car. An idea struck her while her eyes roamed around and passed by Damon quickly, who followed close behind.

"I'm sorry to interrupt" Elena spoke "but have you seen Caroline?"

Klaus and Jessica, still engaged in laughs and sexy flirtations, turned surprised at the intruder. Seeing Elena's accusing look at him, Klaus put an elbow back on the bar and smirked.

"And why would I?" he replied cleverly and glanced at Damon.

"We all know why." She replied. "Now, have you seen her?"

"Not since the game. Ms. Forbes and I don't talk anymore." Klaus informed her at ease.

"That's good. Hope it stays this way." Damon said bitterly.

Klaus eyed him, the smirk never leaving his face. "And what's with the late night's interrogation?"

"She's kinda gone missing…" Elena explained.

His face became serious upon hers. "What do you mean she's missing?"

"We haven't seen her in like an hour."

"Wow, nice friends she got. Missing for an hour and now deciding to look for her." He shook his head.

"Hey, you're not exactly the one to talk about friendships and whatsoever." Damon pointed out.

"Easy, Salvatore. You don't have to take everything personally!" he smirked and brought his drink on his lips.

Damon eyed him. "If you did anything to her, I swear to God, I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands!" he threatened him angrily.

"I didn't!" Klaus straightened up. "I was here with Jessica the whole time." The girl beside him nodded vigorously. "Now keep your empty threats to yourself; they didn't work on me before and they are certainly not going to work now."

"You bastard" Damon made a step in front, ready to attack him, when Elena got in the middle to cut him off.

"Damon, he doesn't worth it!" Elena put a hand on his chest. "We should go search for Caroline."

Damon eyed him one last time before walking away angrily, leaving a total indifferent Klaus behind.

"You don't care for anyone other than yourself, huh? Not for them then, not even for Caroline now…" Elena eyed him dismissively.

"Clearly, both are none of my problems." he gave her a cold glare and she just shook her head, before walking away too.


Ok, he didn't know why he was doing this. He didn't know why, as soon as Elena left, excused himself from Jessica, took his coat and emerged out of the bar. It wasn't in his nature to care, to sympathize with people. Yet, there he was pacing quickly and trying to find her, with a frown of worry painted on his forehead.

It was cold and late and worst of all he had seen her drinking and then exiting the bar. He should have gone after her; he thought about it momentarily but immediately regretted it, putting his pride a top of all once again. Why should I go talk to her? She was the one that was mean to me; she is the one owing me an apology! Klaus stopped and run a hand through his dirty blond locks. Always his pride. Now that pride maybe had done something which otherwise he could have prevented.

Turning left, his heavy footsteps walked quickly and with confidence down the road. Few people were passing him by, not bothering to look at him as they wished to arrive quickly at the warmth of their homes and even the cars on the road were obviously less due to the hour. Klaus quickened his step; that was not a friendly environment for a woman, especially a scantily clad one.

A crossroad appeared on his feet and he let a frustrated groan, looking all around him. And then she saw her, a mess of curly blond hair securing her face, skinny arms clinking on her black leather jacket and miles long legs stretched in front of her as she peacefully sat on the porch stairs of a house. Without thinking, he jogged towards her, nearly getting hit by some drivers, who angrily pressed their horn at him. Letting a sigh of relief, he approached her cautiously.

"Caroline…" he spoke.

"Hey there, Mr. Million Dollar Man!" she snorted with a smile, amused at her statement.

"Are you drunk?" he raised his eyebrows, amused too.

"Just a little." She grimaced, underlining her answer by bringing her thumb and pointer close enough to each other.

Klaus eyed at her and then at the finished bottle he had at her feet. "That doesn't seem little to me."

"Then that's your problem." She shrugged.

"Come on, let's get you back inside." He tried to make her stand up by grabbing her elbows.

"No!" she whined and freed herself. "I don't want to."

"Caroline, it's late and it's cold. We can't just stay here."

"Then you can go! No one is keeping you here." She spoke bitterly.

"You're being irrational!" Klaus pointed out.

"And you're being an annoying control freak!" she groaned. "And besides aren't you kinda occupied? Jessica must be worried about you." she talked in drunken state and made an expression of disgust.

"I believe the same goes for you boytoy... What's his name, Tyler?" Klaus replied. Two could play that game.

"Tyler is a friend... Jessica on the other hand is a gold digging slut!" Caroline pointed out.

Klaus sighed; if he wasn't able to get along with her when she was sober, how on earth could he do this now that she was a whisky bottle in a human form?

"God, what am I doing?" Caroline whispered suddenly, looking at her hands. "I can't do that…" he spoke softly, raising her eyes up at his. "I'm not supposed to go to parties and get drunk and be foolish." The sadness in her voice surprised Klaus, who reluctantly kneeled in front of her, so that now they were at the same eye level. "I'm not little girly Caroline anymore. I have to work because dad can't" she blurted in a pained voice "I… I have to take care of him" her voice cracked and she rested her heavy head on her hand as her eyes became watery.

Klaus was left there speechless. He wanted to know what was bothering the woman in front of him, he wanted to find the right words to confront her but instead he just stood there, looking her with sad eyes.

"I just wished that life was different, you know…" she said softly, as the blue of their eyes met. "Because, let's face it, I'm a 25 year old college drop out with nothing but singing skills in my resume. I'm a failure!" Caroline laughed sarcastically.

"Hey, hey don't say that." Klaus spoke in a soothing manner.

"But it's the truth! I'm a big, fat failure. Everyone is moving forward, building careers or starting a family and I'm stuck here! Standing still!" she exclaimed angrily doing hand gestures as the tears dropped stubbornly down her cheeks. "I'm such a burden to everyone! It's surprising I still have friends!" she sobbed.

Klaus raised his hand and reluctantly brushed a tear off her left cheek, causing her to look at his eyes, totally taken aback. "I'll let you in on a little secret; I believe you're the strongest woman I've ever met. Just think how you treat me. You ignored all my bluster and bs, you turned down my gifts and you never hold back any opinion that you had towards me. And as much as this aggravates me, I can't say that I don't admire it. You're the first woman that does it."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Caroline asked quietly.

"I'm asking myself the same…" he quickly replied as the two of them got lost in each other's eyes.

"Caroline, thank God!" Elena's worried voice made them both look up, as she and Damon run towards them. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine…" she whispered.

"Come on, let's get you inside." Elena helped her stand up, while Damon covered her with his coat. Offering Klaus a hesitant glance over her shoulder, he just gave Caroline a small smirk as Elena dragged her along with them towards the bar.


Monday morning rolled around quickly and found Klaus in his car, driving to The Observer offices. However, he had in mind to make a small stop on his way. Parking his jeep, he got out with ease and walked in front of the small building, taking off his glasses while jogging up the stairs. Apart from the obvious reason, Klaus was at the small coffee shop to see Caroline. After the incidents of Saturday's night, he couldn't help but want to check up on her. He even debated calling her or dropping by the bar in hopes she was working on Sundays but he thought it was better if he gave her some space. A day passed now and he wouldn't feel good if he didn't see for himself how she was doing. That was at least that he told to himself.

Stepping inside the café, he made his way to the counter and tried to think of what he would say. However, he felt a little disappointed when Vicky marched in front of him with a wide smile.

"Mr. Mikaelson! Nice seeing you again."

"Good morning Vicky." He smiled politely. "And please call me Klaus."

"Alright Klaus…" she smiled seductively and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Some women just never took a hint. "So what brings you here?"

"Well, it's a coffee shop so coffee. Black." He told her half the truth.

"Yeah, of course!" Vicky giggled and turned to the machine.

"So, where is the lovely coworker of yours?"

"Caroline?" she asked surprised. "She's just running a little late today…" she gave him a sweet smile over her shoulder.

"Uh-uh…" he nodded, acting aloof but feeling even more disappointed now. The minutes that followed were silent.

"You're coffee is ready." Vicky announced, placing the cup in front of him.

"Thank you, sweetheart!" Klaus gave her a dimple smile. "Could you tell Caroline that I passed by?"

"Yes…" she frowned, curiously and he turned to walk out. "Enjoy your coffee!" she shouted after him. "And we should go out sometime again!" he just smiled and closed the door behind him. God, he hated needy women.

"Do you even stop following me?" Klaus heard Caroline's high pitched voice and turned around, only to come face to face with her.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" he greeted her with a smile so warm, it could melt icebergs. His eyes roamed over her casual modest outfit consisting of a black leather jacket, forest green V-neck sweater, jeans and black boots; clearly he preferred Saturday's outfit more.

"Haven't I made a fool of myself enough in front you or are you here for the deleted scenes?" she spoke again. Clearly, her tone told him that she didn't wake up on the right side that day.

"Oh, Caroline, retract the claws. I'm here to see how you are." He titled his head to the side.

"Great! I'm great!" she spoke sarcastically. "Now go away!" she tried to walk passed him but he blocked the entrance.

"What do you say if we go for a coffee later and talk?" he suggested.

"Hmm, what about no?" Caroline offered him a fake smile.

"Oh come on Caroline! Take a chance!" Klaus smirked.

"I don't want to! I'm done trying to be something I am not!"

"You're wrong!"

"I'm realistic!" she snapped. "Now, can I pass?" Caroline tried again from the other side but he once again moved in front of her.

"No!" he replied playfully.

"God, were you born that annoying or you mastered the talent when you met me?" she groaned. "Let me pass!" she tried again but he moved with her blocking the entrance for the third time. In an attempt to take him of guard, Caroline moved faster causing him to lose his balance and fall lightly on her, spilling his hot coffee on her sweater.

"Aaaaah!" she whined in pain as her hands flew on the spot on her belly.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed and tried to do something but not exactly knowing what.

"That's unbelievable! You burned me and destroyed my sweater!" Caroline spoke in an irritated high pitched voice while trying to miraculously clean the garment and ease her pained skin.

"I wasn't my intention to do it!" he spoke in the same tone. "And besides that's your fault!" he pointed a finger at her face.

"How does make this my fault?" she shouted.

"If you stood and talk to me for a minute, we wouldn't need to play cat and mouse!"

"Oh sure yeah, right! Typical men behavior; of course they never take responsibilities." She blurted while rubbing the blouse vigorously to try and undo any of his mess.

"Here, try this with a little water." Klaus offered her his expensive dark blue pocket square.

"Oh please you've done enough for today!" she scoffed and pushed him lightly out of her way.

"Look, I can buy you another one. Actually as many as you want! In any and every color!" Klaus offered as he took a step down.

"Yeah, I should have suspected that you would think something like that but no! I don't want anything from you!" she replied quickly at the fear of seeing her name written at the "owner" field of some giant sweater industry. He was that insane, he could actually do that.

"Please, I insist!" Caroline heard him say again as she was about to go inside.

"You know what?" she turned around, blonde locks flying around her. "Yes, buy me the same! But I mean the exact same!" Caroline smiled foxily. She had bought that sweater years ago from a store that closed not long after. He wouldn't be able to find it but she loved to see him torture.

"Alright then!" Klaus smiled. "I'll call you to come and get it." He winked and walked confidently to his car.


The sweater is all wrapped up and waiting for you. Meet me at my office in an hour. Klaus

"Seriously?" Caroline exclaimed placing her phone angrily on the counter. Of course she should know better. He was Klaus frigging Mikaelson and certainly had connections. Damn this man and his stupid name!

It was now late in the evening and she and Vicky were cleaning up in order to close the shop. Taking care of some last minute things, they locked up and after sharing their goodnights, they headed different directions. She didn't know what to do. Go and see how on earth Klaus found an exact same sweater or just go home and leave him waiting. As tempting as the second was, Caroline couldn't fight the curiosity and finally turned behind, heading to The Observer headquarters.

The walk seemed small as her mind was occupied with thoughts, the things that happened on Saturday night sticking out. Caroline still couldn't get over the humiliation of Klaus seeing her like that. It wasn't her best moment and unfortunately she understood that the next day, along with a heavy and spinning head. She didn't like people see her like that; not even her friends. And the worst part was that she didn't remember what she told him about her. Probably not much, regarding the fact that he didn't come up with some kind of remark that morning.

The only thing she remembered was the odd speech he gave to her about being the strongest woman he ever met. It was flattering but it was wrong. She didn't have the luxury to have someone mess with her head and get her hopes up, friendship or not. And especially if that someone was Klaus Mikaelson, the famous publisher, who went out with her once and she nearly went insane with what it caused. No, she couldn't do that.

Readjusting her purse on her back and after informing the security of the building who she was, he directed her to the 30th floor where "Mr. Mikaelson" would be waiting for her. Making slow and reluctant footsteps across the crystal clean white floor, Caroline was looking around amazed by the new reality. She never been to that building before so her curiosity was getting the best of her. The elevator doors opened revealing two graceful women dressed elegantly and Caroline closed her jacket over her chest. Not just to hide the coffee stamp on her sweater but to cover as much as she could of her cheap outfit.

The ride to the 30th floor seemed like it was taking years and when finally the doors opened Caroline came across a big black metallic door. Raising an eyebrow, she turned the door handle and a light breeze passed through her bones as a terrace was revealed in front of her. Caroline's eyes widened; she was never afraid of height but being on the terrace of a massive skyscraper was a little terrifying. Not noticing any hint of Klaus, she took some steps in front and placed her hands on her jacket pockets.

"If you brought me here to kill me, well, they'll find you cause Elena knows that I'm here!" Caroline shouted as she reluctantly walked around the corner and stood dead in her tracks. Klaus was standing casually, not dressed in the grey suit she saw him in the morning but in simple blue jeans, black V-neck sweater and black coat. Behind him there was rounded bamboo table with two comfy bamboo armchairs with fluffy white pillows on either side, overlooking the whole New York City. A bottle of wine accompanied with two glasses and a platter of fruits were on the table whereas a red square box with a thin white bow was standing proudly on one of the armchairs.

"Don't worry." Klaus spoke. "I'm not planning on killing you. At least not tonight!" he joked.

"What's all that?" she sighed but gave him a small smile.

"Your sweater and something nice I planned for us. And before you start" he didn't give her to chance to speak "you don't have any excuse not to join me. We are alone, no annoying eyes can spy on us."

"What if I don't want to join you?"

"Oh, come on, love! We both now that's not true!" Klaus looked at her through his eyelashes and smirked.

Caroline hesitated. Even though her instincts were screaming her to go, a small voice inside her head was telling her to shut up and enjoy something good someone finally made for her. That rarely happened and even though she knew she might get burned afterwards, she thought why not experience it? Besides, she didn't have anything better to do.

"Alright." She finally said and saw him smiling widely. "But first of all, if you say anything offensive I'm out the door and second I can't promise my inner bitch won't make an appearance." Caroline straightened up and tossed her hair back.

"Works fine with me…" Klaus nodded with an amusing smile. "Shall we?" he walked to her chair and held it for her as she sat down. Sitting across her, he poured some wine in their glasses and after raising his, Klaus smiled sweetly at her, showing his infamous dimples. God, what am I getting myself into?


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Answering some guest reviews:

Guest 1 (12/06/12): I'm so happy that we have the same brain and you liked my chapter! haha! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, honey! And don't worry we will have klaroline and forwood interaction as long as some Klaus - Tyler interaction in the next chapters.

Guest 2 (12/06/12): Thank you for your review! I hope you liked that chapter too!

AgathaN: Aww, I'm so happy I gave you that plessure and so jealous of the snowfall! haha! A big thank you for reading and reviewing, sweety! I hope you liked this chapter too!

Nazer: Thank you very much for your kind words! It means the world to me when people are telling me they like my story! Thank you thank you thank you! :)

ilovetvd: Don't worry; she'll start opening up to him soon! Thank you for your review! :)

Guest (12/09/12): You and your long reviews! When it appeared in my PM box I was in class and had to endure three hours of nervousness till I could go home and read it! Do I need to state again that you are IN my head? No, I'm gonna bore you and I don't want that! Yeah, angst is very delicious to write when you're not living in it and of course Klaus will play a big role in persuading Caroline to chase her dreams. However, we have quite a road ahead of us still. I found it would be cute if he got mad on her behaf too (married couple, hell yes!) and seriously I have nothing to say about Klaroline interaction and "fight". You got the exact emotions, the thoughts of the characters and mine. Klaus was totally cheering silently for her girl going a little old school to his sister (and maybe he will refer to it in the later chapters) and of course we are not done with that cheerleading uniform! ;) I hoped you liked this chapter as much as the others, sweetheart! Thank sooo much for leaving me you reviews! They are truly a huge motivation to continue writing!