Chapter 2
"So how's the move going?" Jeremy asked, leaning back in his computer chair with his sketch book lying in his lap.
I shrugged. "It's alright, I don't think Diana and Charles are too sick of me quite yet." I opened a bag of doritos and popped one in my mouth.
He opened his notebook and began doodling but then looked up. "Have you talked to your mom lately?"
"Mm, couple days ago. Watcha drawin'?" I asked, changing the subject. He smiled and held his sketch book up to the camera. "Woah, Jer! Sweet! Is that a vampire?" I asked.
He beamed and then nodded. "About a week ago I found an old journal from one of my great greats from the 1800's, he wrote all about vampires and supernatural things. It inspired me to start drawing again."
"That's awesome!" Jeremy's cheek's turned a rosy color, I'm guessing because of my praise. "Show me some more." I leaned back in my chair and he flipped the page and held it up again, showing a werewolf. "Dude, you are insanely talented!" I said excitedly, squirming in my chair. "You should totally make prints and sell them online!" I popped another chip in my mouth.
His smile drooped a little and his face turned slightly hesitant. "I don't know.. I doubt anyone would buy them anyways."
I rolled my eyes. "Are you kidding, I'd buy like every single one!" I opened Safari and went to eBay.
"I know that you would by them." he chuckled.
I clicked register and began filling the information out but I then stopped and turned my head slightly. "What should your username be?"
He narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?" he asked, slowly, suspicion filling his dark eyes.
"Makin' you an eBay account." I said sweetly.
"God damnit, Kenzi! Don't make me a fucking eBay!" he pleaded.
My lips tugged into a smirk. "Too late." I said, pleased with myself. "Your username is Jerbear and your password is supernaturalguy420."
Amusement flickered across his face and we both began cracking up. "Supernaturalguy420?" he howled.
"I'm officially your manager, ok? I get a twenty percent cut of all sales!" We both laughed.
"Twenty percent!?" He pretended to act enraged. "Hell nah!" I giggled.
"So do you believe in it?" I asked a few seconds later.
"Believe in what?" he asked.
"Vampires. You said you found a journal, so doesn't that mean that your great great's believed in them?"
"Eh, I don't know. Maybe they were all just crazy." We both laughed but then his face turned more serious. "But you know, a lot of weird things have been happening lately."
I scooted towards the edge of my seat. "Like what?"
He looked around his room like he was about to tell me something top secret. "Animal attacks. All drained of blood."
"Woah seriously?" I asked and he nodded. "Sounds like bloodsuckers to me."
"I'm serious!"
"So am I!"
He smiled and then continued. "Even my friend, Vicki, was attacked. She's been acting super strange lately. Everyone thinks it's drugs but I think it's something else."
"Hmmm.. that's really weird. Is she ok?" I asked.
"Who are you talking to?" I quickly turned to see Diana leaning against my door frame.
I quickly shut my laptop and straightened my posture. "I was just Skyping with my friend."
Diana folded her arms across her chest. "How is your head feeling?"
I set my laptop on my on my bed and stood up. "Better, but I think I want to take some more ibuprofen. I'm still a little achy."
Diana nodded. "Mmk, come downstairs, you're supposed to take it with food, or else it will just make your stomach hurt."
I nodded and she left my room. As soon as I heard her going down the stairs I hopped onto my bed and opened my laptop. "Gotta go. Text ya later." I shut my laptop before Jeremy could reply and went downstairs.
"There's some eggs on the stove if you want them." Diana said as she grabbed her bag off the couch.
I grabbed a plate and began scooping some on it. "Thanks. Are you going somewhere?" I asked.
Her face turned guilty. "Yeah.. I'm sorry. I was going to meet Cassie. Is that ok?" Seriously?
I sprinkled salt and pepper over my eggs. "Yeah, that's fine. Is Charles at work?" She nodded. "Mmk. I'll see you later I guess."
I don't think I hid my disappointment very well because just as she was about to walk out the door she turned back around. "You've got Adam's number right? You could ask him to hang out if you want." I made a face and she rolled her eyes. "I'm really sorry, Kenz." She walked over to me and gave me a quick squeeze. "I'll text my friends your number, ok? You guys can all get together and hang out or something, that sound fun?" she asked hopefully.
I shook my head. "You don't have to do that, It's fine. See you later."
As soon as she left I plopped myself down on one of Charles' fancy Lazy Boy chairs and took a bite of my eggs. I grabbed the remote and lazily scanned the channels, reclining myself back in the faux black leather chair, blindly taking a bite of my eggs every couple minutes. After looking for something to watch for almost ten minutes I finally settled on an old American Idol rerun. Day time TV SUCKED. My phone buzzed and I immediately answered it, assuming it was Jeremy.
"Sup, Jer."
"Jer?" I looked down at my phone and saw that it was a random number.
I stood up, confused. "Who's this?"
"Nick."
I raised an eyebrow. "Diana's Nick?"
"The one and only." A flirty tone lingered in his voice.
"Mhmmm... and how exactly do you have this number?" I asked, walking over to the kitchen with my plate in hand.
"Diana gave it to me."
That bitch, I specifically told her not to give her friends my number! "Oooh, goody." I deadpanned.
He chuckled.
"Ok, so um, what's up? Diana forcing you to call me since she feels bad for leaving me?" I guessed.
"More or less."
"Ha." Damn this was awkward.
"So do you want to hang out or not?"
Hot guy wanted to hang out with me? Time to play hard to get. "And what exactly makes you think I'd want to do that?"
"I'm texting you my address." he said simply, not answering my question. I frowned.
My phone buzzed. "Wait, Nick!"
"You aren't even here yet and you're already screaming my name."
I rolled my eyes. "How am I even supposed to get there. First off, I can't drive, and second, I've been in Chance Harbor for like three days." I looked down at my phone and read the text. "I don't know where the fuck Willow street is." he laughed.
"Fine I'll come pick you up."
Before I had the chance to protest, he hung up. What the hell?
I ran up to my room quickly and pealed off my pajamas and threw them on the ground. I searched my closet profusely for something to wear. I settled on my old Arctic Monkeys t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. I pulled on a pair of combat boots, brushed my hair, and went back downstairs.
I peaked out the front window just as he pulled up the driveway, his arm hanging out of the rolled down window. He noticed me looking out the window and honked, causing me to jump. A smirk spread across his face and my cheeks burned red.
I swung open the front door and scowled at him. "Why do I feel like this is a bad idea?" I muttered to myself, hopping into the passenger seat.
He started the engine, his lips quirking into a small smile upon my arrival, causing my heart to skip a beat.
Nick pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. "Welcome to my humble abode." He dramatically swung the door open.
He stepped inside and I followed after him. "You live alone?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Sadly, no. I live with my aunt, she's out quite a bit for work, though."
I turned to him, confused. "What about your parents?"
He pursed his lips slightly and I immediately knew what he was going to say. "My parents passed."
My face softened and I swore beneath my breath. "I'm such an idiot, I'm so sor-"
"Don't be sorry, there's no way you could've known. Besides, it was a very long time ago, I hardly even remember them." He led me down the hall and into the kitchen. "Want something to drink?" he asked, turning to me.
"I'm ok."
He nodded and then poured himself a glass of water. "C'mon." he said, leading me out the backdoor and into the backyard.
It was a small yard, a wood fence surrounded it, the fence being only about a foot taller than me. We sat down on a metal bench that was covered with several decorative pillows, leaning up against the house wall. Nick took a sip of his water.
"Did you grow those yourself?" I asked, directing my attention to the small garden in the corner of the yard.
A faint smile appeared on his face. "Yeah, do you want to come see?" he asked, enthusiasm building in his voice.
I nodded, standing up from the bench. We walked over to the garden and Nick stood proudly by it.
He leaned over and pointed to each while reciting their names. "Borage, chamomile, rosemary, mint, lemongrass, sage, and cilantro."
Nick looked so adorable showing me his garden, I could tell it was something he was really proud of. He walked over to the edge and pulled off a stand of lemongrass. He crushed it in his hand and then walked over to me. "Smell it." He rose his hand to me and I immediately smelt the sweet fresh scent of lemon.
"What got you into growing herbs?" I asked, grabbing the lemongrass from him and smelling it again.
"My brother."
I looked up at him. "You've got a brother? That's cool." I suddenly then remembered a picture hanging in the front room of two little boys, one looking slightly older than the other.
He shrugged. "I haven't seen him for a while, though." his lips tugged into a small frown.
"Oh. Where is he?" I wondered out loud.
Nick shrugged again. "I don't know."
Suddenly the door bell rang, causing me to jump, dropping the lemongrass.
"Saved by the bell." Nick chuckled.
"Are you expecting someone?" I asked as we both went back inside and walked down the long hall to the front door.
He shook his head and then opened the door to reveal one of the girls from yesterday at the Boathouse, I couldn't remember her name.
"Oh.. uh, hi Melissa." Oh yeah, Melissa, that was it.
She gave a faint smile. "Hey, Nick." She then turned her gaze towards me, looking slightly disappointed. "Hi, Kenzi.. I didn't know you would be here, sorry if I'm interrupting something."
I sensed MAJOR tension between them, that I'm guessing I caused. Boyfriend and girlfriend maybe?
I shook my head. "We were just hanging out." I explained.
Nick leaned up against the doorframe. "What are you doing here, Melissa?" he asked.
She furrowed her eyebrow and narrowed her eyes slightly. "We were planning on going to the college fair, remember?"
He scoffed. "What college fair? Who said I'm even going to college?"
Melissa folded her arms across her chest. "Are you kidding? We've been planning on going to this for like the past two weeks!"
Nick cocked his head to the side. "No, are you kidding?"
"Faye's mom is one of the people running it? Remember?" When Nick continued to give her a blank stare Melissa pursed her lips out of annoyance, reaching forward and swatting him on the shoulder. "You're such an ass!"
Nick grabbed his shoulder. "Owww!"
"Is Kenzi the reason you're acting like a douche? You think the whole bad boy thing is impressive?" she asked, making air quotes around 'bad boy'.
"You guys are acting like an old married couple!" I finally cut in.
Nick rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up." he said, half seriously, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Don't tell her to shut up!" Melissa defended.
Ok I can't take this shit anymore. "If you guys actually argue this much, then just break up! I don't need to be freakin' Dr. Phil to realize you guys suck for each other." Like seriously!
Melissa shook her head quickly. "We are not together."
"However," Nick began in a seductive tone, "we do suck for each other." he winked at me and every single ounce of color left my face.
"No..."
"Yes."
"Nooo..."
"Yesss."
Friends with... Benefits? Seriously? Seriously?
I turned my gaze slowly over to Melissa who was awkwardly smiling. This brought a whole new meaning to 'hate sex'.
Suddenly Nick grabbed Melissa's arm and pulled her into the house, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting slow kisses up her neck, causing her to giggle.
What the fuck!?
Nick stopped kissing her for a moment and looked at me. "You can leave now." he said, matter of factly.
Melissa's entire demeanor changed in like three seconds and she batted her eyelashes at me.
I rose an eyebrow. "You have got to be fucking kidding me right now." I said flatly.
Nick grinned at me. "If you don't want to leave then fine, you can let yourself out." Freakin' wow. "Or do you want to join us? I'll admit, I've never thought of myself as a three-some type of guy, but that can change." Even though I knew he was kidding, my cheeks warmed.
Melissa continued to snuggle up to Nick as if I wasn't even standing there. Is she drunk?
Nick kept looking at me but then finally gave up. "Alright... sexy train is leaving in 3... 2... 1..."
"Choo Choo!" Melissa giggled.
I folded my arms across my chest and watched as they walked up the stairs, still clinging to each other, and then slammed (I'm guessing Nick's) bedroom door. Did that really just happen? Was I really just invited over only so someone else could show up so that they could have sex? Is this what my life has come to? What about that damn college fair?
I let out a deep sigh and then began walking out the front door to somehow find my way home. I figured I would have to call Adam to pick me up but I then stopped myself. Nick is not getting away with this. I went back into the house and ran down the long hallway into the kitchen and rummaged around the drawers for matches. After a couple minutes of searching I finally found a pack. I walked out the backdoor into the back yard and looked around for pebbles but all I found was a rock that was about two inches across both ways.
I looked up at the second story and hoped that the window I was about to throw the rock at was Nick's room. I threw the rock up at the window with all my might. Seconds later the window opened and a shirtless Nick stuck his head out.
"What the hell!" he looked down to see me, smiling innocently up at him. "You fucking cracked my window!"
Lucky guess.
My smile quickly faded and I immediately became apologetic. "Oh shit, I did? I was just trying to get your attention, sorry!" Wait, why am I apologizing? The bitch deserved it! "Never mind, not sorry!" I said, stubbornly.
His jaw visibly clenched. "Well, you have my attention now, what do you want?" he asked, irritated.
Suddenly Melissa appeared next to him, sticking her head out the window and waving. "Hi, Kenzi!" Yep, she's definitely drunk or high, or something.
"I want you to see this." I said sweetly, grinning up at him. I pulled the matches out of my back pocket and waved them up in the air, walking over to his garden and kneeling next to it.
Nick stuck his arms out the window. "Woah, woah, woah. What the hell are you doing?" he asked, his voice becoming more defensive.
I lit a match and brought it close to the chamomile. "Maybe next time you shouldn't invite me over just for the shits and giggles."
Nick ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Put that match out, RIGHT now." he demanded.
"Nope." I said simply, sticking my tongue out. I brought the match closer to the chamomile and set it on fire. I then blew out the match and looked back up at him to give him my best 'don't ever cross me again' smile, but only Melissa remained in the window.
Suddenly Nick bursted out the backdoor (in his boxers) with a fire extinguisher in his hands. He immediately ran over to the garden, pushing me out of the way and pulling the lever, extinguishing the small fire that was just about to spread to the Rosemary.
I looked up at the window to see Melissa cracking up, still looking out the window. "Goooo, Kenzi! Stick it to him!" she cheered and I couldn't help but laugh.
After making sure the fire was completely out Nick looked at me, his face looking exhausted. "Why did you fucking do that?" he asked in between small breaths.
I kneeled down next to him and patted his back. "Um, maybe because you're a dick?" I sarcastically suggested.
He widened his eyes in surprise. "I'm a dick? You just fucking cockblocked me!" Despite his irritated tone, amusement flickered in his eyes and his lips twitched upwards slightly. "I've never been cockblocked by someone lighting my plants on fire."
I smirked. "Well I've never cockblocked someone by lighting their plants on fire." I gave his shirtless back one last pat and then stood up.
He chuckled and then looked up at the window where Melissa was still cracking up.
"What the hell is she on?" I asked.
Nick shrugged his shoulders. "No clue." he said, sitting by the burnt chamomile.
Nick and I both stood over the sleepy drunk/high girl who was fast asleep on Nick's bed.
"Are you going to take her home or not?" I asked, getting annoyed.
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you kidding? If I bring her home while she's... in this state, her dad is going to think I'm the one who got her this way!"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Seriously? You were about to fuck her like twenty minutes ago before I rightfully cockblocked you, and you won't even take her home?"
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'm calling Faye, she's probably the one who got her drunk or gave her drugs."
I remembered who Faye was, she had spunk. I liked her. I shook my head. "I don't think Faye gave her drugs, she seems more like an alcohol kind of girl."
Nick tilted his gaze towards me. "How can you tell that, you don't even know her!"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno, I just can."
"Well thanks for the tip." Nick said sarcastically and I scowled. "Can't we just like... I don't know, let her sleep it off and then we can take her home?" he asked in a hopeful tone.
I gave him a disapproving glare. "No." I don't know why I was acting so adult-ish right now, I just felt responsible for Melissa, obviously I couldn't trust Nick alone with her. Not like THAT, but I had a feeling if I left he would probably just freakin' leave her on the porch of her house or something.
"Well I'm calling Faye anyways, maybe she knows about something." he said, dialing the number. I nudged him to put the phone on speaker. After three rings she answered.
"What do you want, Nick?"
"Did you get Melissa drunk or give her drugs?" Dang, Nick was not beating around the bush.
"Excuse me?"
"Melissa is currently passed out on my bed, I think she's high or something. Did you give her drugs?" he asked, his tone turning more serious.
"You know drugs aren't my thing, Nicky."
I nudged him. "Told ya." I smirked at him and he made a face back at me.
"So you don't have any idea what's up with her?" he asked.
"Nope, but try checking her bag, maybe she has a flask on her or something?"
Nick poked me and pointed over to Melissa's bag that was sitting on a chair. I nodded and walked over to grab it.
"Thanks, Faye. Do you think you could come over and help us and then we could bring Melissa home?" he asked as I began looking through Melissa's purse.
I felt kind of awkward going through her things but I knew it was for the best.
"I can't sorry, I'm at the college fair with my mom, which you and Melissa were supposed to come to so that I'd have some company."
Nick scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry.." he said, guiltily.
"It's fine. Gotta go though, keep me updated if you find something, OK?"
"Alright." Nick said before hanging up. He stuck his phone back in his pocket and sat next to me on the corner of the bed. "Find anything?" he asked, peering over my shoulder at the bag that was sitting in my lap.
"Nope." I said, still digging through her things. "Wait a second." As I was rummaging through her purse I felt a plastic bag. I pulled it out and my jaw dropped.
"What the hell is that!?" Nick asked, grabbing the bag from me to look for himself.
I gulped. "It's either flour, or cocaine."
He looked at me, shock and sadness written all over his face. "Melissa is doing fucking cocaine?"
I stood up and grabbed the bag back from him. "Ok, don't panic, we don't know if this is actually cocaine! Maybe it really is just baking flour! Maybe she was gonna make cookies when she got home!" I defended, opening the small plastic baggie and smelling it. I immediately started coughing and threw the bag on the ground. "Ok that shit is NOT FLOUR!"
Nick's eyes bulged out of his head. "You just got COCAINE ALL OVER MY FLOOR!" he practically screamed.
"I'm sorry!" I croaked, still coughing.
"I am calling Faye, right now!" he pulled out his phone again and seconds later she answered. "Is Melissa doing cocaine!?" he asked as soon as Faye said 'hello'.
"What? You found cocaine?"
Nick scratched his head. "We think so, it's white and powdery!"
"We?"
"Kenzi is with me." he said quickly, my coughing fit just starting to die down.
"Oh. Ok, well is cocaine the only drug that is a white powder?"
"I don't know, I don't do actual drugs!" he said, his voice starting to sound more panicked.
I turned my head. "Actual drugs?" I asked him.
"I like my occasional herbal mix." he defended and I shrugged.
"Don't jump to conclusions. I honestly doubt Melissa would ever do cocaine, there's definitely a possibility it's something else, so stay calm."
Nick took a deep breath. "You're right."
"What happened?" Nick and I immediately turned around to see Melissa rubbing her forehead, her eyes slowly opening.
Nick grabbed the bag off the floor and stormed over to the sleepy girl. "What the hell is this shit?" he asked angrily.
She rubbed her eyes. "What?"
He shoved the bag in her face. "What is this?"
She immediately sat up. "You went through my bag!?" I bit my lip.
Nick's jaw clenched and he repeated himself again, this time much slower. "What. Is. This?"
She snatched the bag from him. "It's none of your damn business, that's what it is!" she snarled. She stood up from the bed and walked over to me, ripping her purse from my hands.
"I'm sor-"
"Don't apologize to her, Kenzi." Nick interrupted. "If she's doing drugs she needs help, not apologies."
Melissa rolled her eyes. "You're kidding right? You are always getting high!"
Nick scoffed. "So what? It's just weed! That's some fucking cocaine shit!" he said, pointing at the small bag in her hand.
She almost bursted out laughing. "I'm not doing cocaine!" she said, like it was absolutely ridiculous.
"Well then what is it, huh?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip.
Her face softened. "If you really have to know, it's called Devil's Spirit. It's totally herbal and natural. It just takes the edge right off, makes you feel free, like you don't have a care in the world."
I opened my mouth to say something but then I stopped and slowly nodded, processing the past five minutes.
"S-so, you're telling me that's not cocaine on my floor?" Nick asked, almost sounding relieved.
A small smile appeared on Melissa's lips. "That's not cocaine on your floor. That's wasted Devil's Spirit on your floor."
"Thank god." Nick said, releasing a relieved sigh.
Author's Note: To be honest I didn't really plan on writing the whole drug thing it just kind of happened, because I felt like there would have been no way in hell that Melissa would have actually gone up to Nick's bedroom with him, especially in front of Kenzi, UNLESS she wasn't sober. But anyways, please review and let me know what you thought! The next chapter will pick up pretty much where this chapter ended. I'm thinking Kenzi, Nick, and Melissa might do Devil's Spirit together and possible show up at the college fair...
Do you like how Kenzi and Jeremy from The Vampire Diaries are internet friends?
Also, this story (obviously) isn't going to be completely canon, originally I was going to keep it canon like each couple chapters would be one episode and I was going to start from the first episode. However, it's still going to follow the show, but it's going to be a little looser and not COMPLETELY canon. Like obviously we are going to meet Callum and Lee sooner than when you did in the show because of the Devil's Spirit. Don't worry though, I will still be following the basic plot line! And just so you know we are still in the first couple episodes, the circle hasn't been bound and Cassie is still new to the whole "magic" thing.
P.S. Jake will be showing up hopefully within the next few chapters, and don't worry, Nick won't have to die for Jake to show up! This is a happy fic, no deaths! Atleast not of the main characters!
