"God! They won't expel him, they'll just suspend him for a week or something." Katerina exclaimed while watching Tatia swing her mallet.
"He used a real gun. They should throw his ass under the jail." Tatia retorted. "Doubt it, he used blanks. All Klaus really did was ruin two pairs of pants." Caroline smirked, the comedic memory of Tyler and Matt scared shitless. "Maybe not even that, can you bleach out shit stains?" The blonde joked, Elena joining with giggles.
"You seem pretty amused. I thought you would've given up on High school guys."
"Never say never." The blonde sighed.
The oldest pretrova swung her mallet, her red ball coming into contact with Elena's green one. The younger sister exhaled, "So what are you gonna do? Take the two shots or send me out?" Elena questioned. The older sister was not amused and stalked towards her, "Did you have brain cancer for breakfast? First you asked me if you can wear red, when you know that I am always red." The sister finished as she sat her foot on top of her ball, reading to knock her sister's across the garden.
"Shit." Elena breathed, "It's your turn, sis." Tatia smirked.
Elena made her way towards the other side of the garden, where her ball resided behind a big statue that was in the middle of a fountain.
"give it up girl, "Caroline cooed from the back, "Yeah, no way you're gonna get it." The middle sister taunted, as well.
Elena got into position, and with a the almighty spirit in her body, she swung the green ball.
It bounced off a tree, hitting a pole and coming back full force through the hoops, a perfect score.
"Holy shit!"
"That was incredible!"
Both middle sister and Caroline cheering her on.
"So tonight, that big Whitmore party?" Elena inquired.
"Yep. I'm putting Caroline through her first test." Tatia then turned and gave the frenemy a raised eyebrow, "You blow it tonight, and it's Keggars with kids for the rest of the year."
The girls decided to stop at the gas station before making their way to the party. Tatia stayed in the car while Caroline traveled along the isles looking for snacks, her hand lazily picking up chips and candy bars.
"Will you be pulling a pop with that?" A familiar British accent arose. Caroline turned to find the guy she been thinking about ever since earlier in the cafeteria, she gave a small smirk.
"No, but if you're nice enough I'll let you buy me a slushee."
"You know your connivence speaks very well." The blonde continues.
"Yeah, well I've moved around all my life. Montreal, London, New Orleans, Dallas, mystic falls... always nearby a sappy snack shack. Any time, any town. Enter a ham and cheese in the microwave and feast on a meaty delight. It keeps me sane." Klaus explained, his hand gesturing to his head before sticking his hands back in his dark coat. His eyes burning into hers, her cheeks redden and looks elsewhere.
"Really?" She says as she walks around the counter and takes a bite of her almond joy. "That thing you pulled in lunch was pretty unhinged." A sparkle in her eye as she comments.
"The extreme always seem to make an expression."
Their eyes battle each other, seeing who will break contact first. A look of amusement appears on his face.
"Did you say cherry? Or coke slushee?"
"I didn't. Cherry."
"Cool Bike." Caroline breathed in awe as he holds the door open for her when they exit.
"A humble perk from my fathers' company. You've may seen the commercials. 'Bringing every state to a higher state.'" Klaus mocked.
"Wait a minute, Klaus Mikaelson, your dads' Mikaelson & Men Aviation? , must be rough living place to place." She sympathized.
"With five other siblings, I'm sure the annoyance of it is drenched in their own souls. Everyone's life has static. Is your life perfect?"
"oh yeah, I'm on my way to a party at Whitmore university." Caroline mocked, taking a sip of her slushee. A loud and obnoxious honk came from behind the two, Klaus realizing Tatia is the perpetrator.
Caroline rolled her eyes again, "No. My life is not perfect, I don't really like my friends." She admitted.
"yeah, I don't really like your friends either."
"They are basically like people I work with, and our job is being popular and shit."
Klaus gave her a knowing look.
"Well maybe it's time, that you took a vacation."
The party was filled with dreadful and dumb-witted asshats. Tatia made her way through with Caroline following her trail. They both made their way through the entrance and took their coats off. Two college guys came up to them, one already knowing the Petrova.
"Ladies! Drop the coats on the floor."
"Nice place." Tatia compliments over the loud music. The brunette man smirks and leans over to his friend. "She loves to party." It was obvious that both girls had different feelings about everything. Tatia ready for it whereas Caroline wanted the ground to swallow her, just take her from this mess.
Dear diary, I want to kill. And you have to believe it's more for selfish reasons, more than just a spoke in my menstrual cycle. You have to believe me.
"it's so great being able to talk to a girl, and not ask what's her major." The drunken imbecile awkwardly tried to make conversation with Caroline as she leaned against the wall. Tatia had dipped on her to go into one of the back rooms with his friend. Caroline couldn't be more annoyed.
"So.. when you go to college, what do you think you'll study?"
Caroline couldn't roll her eyes hard enough.
"Come on Jackson, shouldn't we get back to the party?" Tatia broke the make out session, her companion still grappling on her. "Yeah we will! You're just so.. hot tonight. I can't control myself." He manipulated her, lowering her head down on him.
Oh Christ, I can't explain it, but I'm allowed an understanding that my parents and these Whitmore assholes chose to ignore. I understand that I must stop Tatia.
Tatia stood in the bathroom. She sipped a mouthful of water before swishing it in her mouth, and spitting it at herself in the mirror.
The insipid college go-er stumbled into the room Caroline resided in. He made innuendoes on his way over to the couch she was sitting on and wrapped his arm around her, getting closer to her as he blabbed about her being a bore.
"hey! Stop it, okay!?" She complained, which he completely ignored by telling her sex on the coats would be excellent.
She stood up with anger in her eyes, "you know! I have a little speech I like to tell my suitors when they want more then I'd like to give!" She prepared, "You are a despicable-"
"Save the speech for Malcolm X." He exhaled impatiently, "I'm here to get laid." The man said in an amusing voice. Caroline fumed. "you don't deserve my speech." She stalked off.
Bonnie Bennett was a true friend. And I traded her in for a bunch of good hair, heart eating, good for lying sluts and drug heads. Killing Tatia would be like capturing Hitler in his prime... ugh I sound like a complete and fucking psycho.
Caroline walked against the hallway wall, her stomach in knots, and not the butterfly ones. In the back, Tatia could be seen talking to the imbecile who denied Caroline's speech, obviously relaying the problem to the brunette in hopes that she could get Caroline to stop "acting like a virgin."
Tatia strutted towards Caroline in a speedy and upset manner, "What's your damage? Mitchell said you're being a real bitch."
"Tatia, I feel really sick. Can we please head out of here already?"
"No. Hell no."
In the next instant, her shoes were covered in Caroline's lunch meal.
And Tatia had the biggest smile on her face, laughing dead at Caroline.
Tomorrow, I'll be kissing her oversized ass, but tonight, let me dream of world without Tatia. A world where I am free.
Caroline couldn't leave any faster. She walked outside, angrier than words can describe. Tatia not too far behind.
"You Stupid Fuck!" Tatia exclaimed. Caroline turned around giving her the same burning gaze. "You goddamn Bitch!"
"You were nothing before you met me. You were playing operation with Bonnie Bennett. You were a mushball. A loser. A Girl Scout cookie. I got you into a university party. What's my Thank you gift? Chewed up roasted carrots and meatloaf from todays lunch! I got paid in your puke!" Tatia was seeing red.
"Lick it up baby. Lick it up." The blonde taunted.
"Monday morning you're history." Tatia's gaze never wavered. "I'll tell everyone what happened tonight. Transfer to White Oak. Transfer to Saltzman. I don't care, but your time at Mystic Falls High is done. Nobody there is gonna let you play their game." Tatia finished.
Caroline ended up throwing her diary across the room.
But what startled her was the figure looming at her bedroom window.
"Apologies for my Etiquette , I apologized." He snickers from her window. She exhaled a breath of relief, "It's okay." Her heart still on her chest from the scare.
"I saw the croquet in the back, care for a game?"
All of their garments laid on each piece of prop the game came with. Underwear on mallets, shirts on hooks, body on top of body.
They laid naked and intertwined against a tree stump, Klaus had his arm wrapped around her tightly. "May I say, that was my first ever go at Strip-Croquet "
"No worries, it's a lot more fun than just throwing off clothes and getting straight to it, you miss the foreplay." She snuggles closer. Breathing in his scent which sends tingles through her bones.
Caroline exhaled as she adjusted her head on his chest. "What a life, my parents wanted to transfer me to high school while I was still in the 6th grade. For some reason they thought I was born with this magical noggin of a brain that knew all the answers to life. And then we decided to get rid of the idea, figured I'd have trouble making friends. Blah blah blah, now blah blah blah is all I do, I use my grand knowledge to figure out what lipstick I'll wear" she rambled as she raised her head to look at him.
His lips found hers in an instant, she smiled in between kisses. He moaned against hers, pulling away slowly. "Tatia Petrova is one bitch that deserves to die." He let out.
"I don't think killing will even solve anything. I say we grow old and die." She sealed with another kiss.
"But before that, I would like to see her puke her intestines out."
The two secretly made their way to Tatia's the next morning. Finding an entrance through the balcony slide door. "Don't worry, she skips every Saturday to sleep in even when she is not hunger over." Caroline stated as she let Klaus inside. "And her sisters are somewhere deep in boutique somewhere."
Klaus eyed the kitchen. "Let's just concoct ourselves a little hang-over that will induce her to spew red, white and blue." He said, reaching under the kitchen to sink to look for certain liquids.
"What do you think about orange juice and milk? Like what's the throw up rate with that?" She jokingly questioned as she looked over to him from the fridge.
"I'm a no-rest build up man, myself."
Caroline looked over to see Klaus holding a bottle of drain cleaner. She looks down slightly and puts the milk and orange juice on the counter. "Don't be a dick, that stuff could kill her."
Klaus didn't comment on that, he just averted his gaze and reached for a cup.
"Oh! What about we cook up some soup and put it in her coke. Pretty sick? Right?" Caroline rambled from behind him. Klaus didn't hesitate to start pouring the blue chemicals into the cup while the blonde was busy elsewhere. "Should it be chicken noodle?"
"would you put a lid on that stuff? I say we go with big blue here." He gestured towards the cup of drain cleaner. She scoffed slightly, "What are you talking about? She would never drink that stuff anyway."
Klaus rolled his eyes and reached for a mug, "so we'll put it in here. She'll never know the difference." It was the female's turn to roll her eyes and she made her way next to him and reached for another identical mug for her drink mixture. Realizing she wasn't gonna use the dangerous chemicals, he walks over to find the noodles she was talking about earlier. "Chicken noodle?" He chuckled.
He walks back over to her, and lays a nice thick kiss on her. Favoring her lips and grabbing her waist ever so slightly. Caroline reached down to grab the mug she intended to give to Tatia and pulled away from him, giving him a seductive smile and walking away.
Klaus looked down and noticed the problem. "Um, Caroline?" He called.
"yeah?"
He thought about it. And considered, and analyzed within those three seconds before coming to the conclusion. Tatia is a bitch.
"Nevermind."