Elena
I walked back to my classroom. 'How stupid I was to tell him a bad lie? I don't want to face Damon again. What kind of good lie could I say when I see him again?' I sat back at my desk. Jake suddenly came up to me. I gave him a weak smile. "Hey, Jake. Do you need help for anything?" "I was going to ask you the same thing, Miss Gilbert. Do you need help for anything?" "How did you know about the party?" "I have my ways. So what are you going to wear, Miss Gilbert? The party is going to be like a ball. You have to wear something fancy." I thought for a moment. I really don't have anything to wear for the dinner party. My long days of attending fancy parties ended after I damaged my ankles. Those were some good times. Before Klaus came along. I do need to go somewhere to get my mind off about him.
"I guess I have some shopping to do. Thank you for reminding me, pal." "You're welcome, Miss Gilbert." He handed me his finished assignment and turned around to walk back to his seat. But he faced me again, he leaned closer. "Miss Gilbert, if you need a spy to watch over Uncle Damon, you know who to ask." I burst out a small laugh. 'This kid is so full of himself. I wish I knew about Jake a little more in the past, other then watch over him, every second like a hawk. "No thank you Jake. I trust Damon. Fully. Now go back to your seat." Jake shrugged his shoulders. "Just asking." He turned away and returned back to his seat.
~ After class ended and the children were taken home, I drove home. I changed to my sweat pants and a loose purple t - shirt. I lied down on my bed with my laptop and spent my time on the Internet to search for a ball gown. None of the options came to my taste, everything is either - inappropriate, too much skin, too long/short, expensive, or the colors do not match with my skin tone.
I finally found a few options I liked on the website called The Miss Mystic Falls. Some of the options embellish some of the other companies that own almost the same product. I scroll down the website to find the customer ordering label. The address and the designers' names are written on the bottom end below the website. Something familiar caught my eye. I leaned a little closer to take another look at the list of names of the designers. Under the name Jennifer Presley is written Caroline Lockwood.
I went on my school website, and clicked on power school. I typed my password, and logged on to my classroom organization system. I scroll down, and clicked on Jake's name. I scroll down a little until I found his parents' name. I reached for my phone that was placed by my bed stand. I dialed his mother's name, and pressed call. "Hello?" "Hi, Mrs. Lockwood. I'm Jake's teacher, Miss Gilbert." "Oh yes. Oh my gosh, are you alright? My husband told me that you were in a burning restaurant with my son. Thank you so much for saving Jake. I can't thank you enough." "There's no need, Mrs. Lockwood. I'm not severely injured or anything. I just called because I wanted to talk about your dresses. I was just online looking for a dress, I'm attending a Thanksgiving dinner party with my boyfriend. But it's a fancy party, you see. And I just hate going to stores. So I was wondering if you could bring me one of your dresses to me. I'll pay you of course. Its just that it'll take a long time if the dress is mailed." "Well, I spend more time in my attorney office, then the dress shop. But I do have some sample dresses. I was going to make a marketing for those dresses, but I just didn't have the time when I received a case from a friend. I been ignoring them for so long, I totally forgot I had them." "That's perfect. I'm not a picky girl, I'm sure I'll love the samples you made. Where are they?" "Well, I put those dresses in my shop. I have a little storage room where I transformed it to my little office room, its where I design my dresses. I'll be in town tomorrow. I was going to surprise Jake anyway. Perhaps you could come with me to my storage room after I pick up Jake."
"Perfect. That's great. Thank you." "No problem. And no need to pay." "Oh, that wouldn't be fair with you Mrs. Lockwood." "Caroline. Please call me Caroline. And really, don't pay me. Those dresses deserve a night out, so don't feel guilty. It's my present to you for taking good care of my son." "Mrs. Lock - I mean Caroline, what I did is what any kindergarten teacher would have done." "No, not all of them. And you weren't one of them." I was too flattered by these words, I don't know what else to say. "Hope to see you soon, Miss Gilbert. Good - bye." "Good - bye. And thank you." I hung up the phone. 'Well, I got a dress. Hopefully, one of the options will be good.'
Suddenly, three voice mails popped up from my cell phone. I dialed my password for the voice mail, and listened to them in silence. "Elena. It's Damon. Did you get home safely? If there's anyone who threaten to hurt you, please tell me. You know that you trust me. Bye." I clicked on the other one. "Elena, what is it that your hiding from me? Does this have to do anything with me, or are you just afraid for me to part of it? Please call me." I clicked on the last one. "...I'm sorry I'm demanding so much from you, Elena. I should be understanding situations like this. When you're ready to tell me, I'll wait till then. But if I see another injury on your skin, I won't stand for it...I love you. Bye." I pressed End. I sighed. 'Klaus will just keep coming. I regret everything, everything I agreed with him. Fate is just so unfair. All those years, taking care of Jeremy and moving forward in my dancing career were difficult times. But all those situations came back to me once more, just because the one partner that helped me out shine the dance academy. That one partner, a fine, sweet, handsome partner. Klaus.'