The Forgotten One-chapter 20
Episode: smells like teen spirit
A/N: thanks for favouring, following and reviewing, you're all amazing and I love you for continuing to stick with me for so long despite my irregular updates, PM ideas to me if you want to see something happen that I'm not doing. Who do you think should face Aria (the girl on the cover is meant to be Aria but she's on the cover of a book that I have, and I want to make a trailer for this book(which may not work out because I have no idea how to make one)) and Marianne (You'll meet her later this chapter)? And onwards!
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I walked through the doors of MFHS and nearly bumped into Stefan as he exited the boy's bathroom. I tried to side step him and when he just stepped in front of me, I growled like an animal so that only he could hear.
"I'm having déjà vu, shouldn't you be doing this with my sister, she's the one you should be protecting with all her martyrism, she's bound to be in trouble by the end of the day." I say and Stefan chuckles sadistically, statistically speaking, it's very much true.
"I've been told to look after you as well, I'm sharing the love." He said sarcastically, I looked into his eyes and all I could see was hunger, he was switched off, nothing but the lust for blood was controlling him now.
"I'm touched. Now move." I demanded and flashed my eyes when he stayed planted firmly in front of me.
"Cute eye thing you got going."
"Want to know what else is cute?" I leaned in closer so that my lips were right by his ear, "my bite." I leaned back. "As in, I'll bite you if you don't back off. And I really hope you remember Rose." I say and he steps back and I walk away.
I see Jeremy leaning against his locker watching Bonnie leave, "personally, I don't see the appeal." I say as we watch her turn the corner and walk out of sight, "she's so judgmental and doesn't see things from others perspectives." I say and Jeremy sighs. "What's going on Jeremy? I've barely seen you this whole summer, I know something's up with you, you can't hide it."
"I've been seeing things." He says quietly.
"What kind of 'things'?" I ask.
"Vicki and Anna." I sigh and pull him into a hug. "Bonnie's mad, she doesn't want me seeing them anymore… but I… cant."
"It's understandable, you never got to say goodbye. You story with them never ended, it stopped abruptly mid page just before the end. You never got closure." I say and he pulls back, I rub his arm. "She's your girlfriend and I can see how it worries her that your hanging out with your exes but don't let her stop you from ending the book. This book needs an epilogue."
"Since when did you start speaking in metaphors?" he asked with a small smile, I laugh and shake my head.
"It's my therapist, she speaks in bumper sticker." I say with a chuckle thinking of my therapist, Marianne, her office was covered in pictures of cats, she's the vision of the crazy cat lady, she had glasses that took up most of her face and had dark blond hair, she was pretty and usually frazzled, her office is a mess, it always looks like a hurricane swept through the place. I started seeing her when Jenna and John died, so far I just sit in the plastic chair, no couch for me, in front of her desk and watch her try to file things while she talks in metaphors and lingo.
"You have a therapist?" he asks with a dark, cocked eyebrow.
"Yeah. I didn't tell you, just like you haven't been telling me things. How do you like me now?" I say mockingly and he scoffs and shakes his head. "Now go learn something." I say and walk away to go to history for first period.
Somebody taps my shoulder and I turn around to see Bex, "what are you doing here?" I ask and shift my books from one arm to the other.
"I'm going to high school, what does it look like?" she asks.
"Aren't you like… a thousand years old for high school?" I ask and she smiles.
"I've never been before. This is my first time as a high school student, it's exciting."
"Oh. Fresh blood. How sweet. I almost forgot what a high school student who actually likes high school looks like. Trust me, that glow will not last." I say and pat her shoulder in sympathy. "I'm afraid you've been misguided, school sucks." I say and Bex rolls her baby blues at me.
"Try to be a little happy for me."
"I can try." I say and she grins widely. "So Klaus dumped you here to fend for yourself?" she nods with a deep scowl, "is he making more hybrids, "again she replies with a nod and scowl. "Where are you staying?"
"Salvatore boarding house."
"They're allowing that?" I ask and she shrugs.
"Not really, but then again." She smirks, "they don't have a choice." I laugh and we enter the history room and everybody turns to look at the new girl.
"Welcome back, seniors. Let's turn our brains back on, starting with this country's original founders... the Native Americans." Alaric says as he hasn't seen Bex and me.
"What about the Vikings?" Is the first thing Bex says when she enters the classroom. She sits and Elena, Tyler and Caroline all turn to look at her, I take the seat in front of Rebekah and beside Caroline.
"There's no evidence that Viking explorers actually settled in the United States. Who are you?" Alaric says, have they not filled him in yet?
"My name's Rebekah. I'm new. And history's my favourite subject." She says with her British accent and I smile at the looks on everybody's faces.
"What have you jumped ship onto the evil side?" Caroline whispers angrily at me.
"There are no evil or good sides, there are just sides that want different things and are called evil for not having the same goals." I say and she scoffs, "Caroline, don't be mad at me. I helped Tyler in a way, he doesn't have to be in pain anymore and he can be taught control, besides how was your relationship going to work if he aged and wanted to kill you every full moon, while you stayed seventeen forever and werewolf bites are lethal to you." I say and she scowls and turns away. I manage to make Caroline speechless, a clap worthy feat. "I'm sorry though, for what it's worth." I say and she turns to look at me again.
"Shopping, this afternoon for the bonfire." I grin and nod eagerly. I didn't like fighting with her, we had been best friends since diapers and the last time we fought we were twelve and had liked the same guy who was now a pot head, the fight didn't last more than an hour because we decided our friendship was way too precious to waste on some guy who at the time was talking about bleaching his hair. Every time we had a fight or difference of opinion that would've led to a fight, we went shopping, it was like therapy but with miniskirts and Gucci pumps.
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I walked Bex over to cheerleader tryouts, "still don't get the point."
"I want the full high school experience."
"By becoming a peppy, pom pom waving air head? And besides do you know all the jokes you can make out of a cheerleader?" I ask and she shakes her head, "you don't wanna know."
"Your best friend is a cheerleader." She pointed out.
"That's beside the point." I shrug and sigh, "Well go on then, good luck and whatever." I say and sit on the grass as she walk off, I block out her egging Caroline on and Tyler compelling his football couch only to be reprimanded by Caroline and Elena being stalked by Stefan. I started thinking about Elijah, like I usually do when I'm alone. His suits, the sharp cut of his jawline like he was carved from diamonds, the curve of his lips, and the dimple in his chin. Thinking about him made me feel worse but better at the same time, it hurt but it also made my heart flutter like it was a butterfly.
I saw Bex doing fancy flips, which was kinda cheating, she had 1000 years of vampire strength.
"Shopping. Now." Caroline says as she blocks my vision and I stand.
"Absolutely." I say and grab my handbag before waving to Bex and walking away with Caroline, it was gonna be hard, being friends with Bex and friends with Caroline, they looked like they had already decided to hate each other.
"God I hate her so much!" Caroline groaned out as we flipped through racks and racks of multi-coloured clothing.
"Why?" I ask and look over a pair of white denim shorts before putting them back.
"She's just so… evil!" she yells and customers turn to look at us to which I glare and they turn away frightened again. "And slutty. And Klaus' sister!" she rants and I sigh.
"She's not slutty, she just likes to annoy you because she's already found out that you're easy to irritate. She's not evil, she's just a girl who wants to be normal but can't because she happens to be immortal. And yes she's Klaus' sister but that's irrelevant, Stefan is Damon's brother but we don't judge Stefan for Damon's mistakes or Damon for Stefan's." I say and Caroline shakes her head but doesn't retort.
""Your right. But I still hate her." She adds.
"I know." I say and she smiles and hands me a red lace top and white miniskirt.
"You'll look hot in that." I nod and go over to the cash register to purchase it.
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So after purchasing our items, we went our separate ways and I am happy to say that our friendship is back on track. I had a therapy session today, not the funnest thing to do but I was paying for it and sometimes it was easy to just sit in a chair and not think about anything, very therapeutic.
I got to the office and entered without knocking, she was never that busy and told me to just come straight in. Her pink walls made me want to nearly throw up because they were so hideous but despite the hideousness and cat-ness it was cosy. Marianne had made it into her own space and I like that.
"So are you planning on talking today?" I shrugged when she asked me. her dark blond hair was in a messy bun and her winged glasses were askew, she looked frazzled like usual, her blouse today was yellow, not mustard yellow but sun yellow, and she was wearing pink jeans and white converses, I don't think I had ever seen her in dark colours. Couldn't imagine it either.
I sat in the chair and watched as she shuffled things around on her cluttered desk, "have you ever been in love, Marianne?" I asked and I watch her look up at me in surprise, I never talked in here, short answers, yes or no, I never said anything more than one or two syllables.
"Um. Well, I'm married." She says and shows me a silver ring with a tiny diamond in the middle, so simple but the biggest declaration of love there is.
"What's love like for you?"
"Its… it makes me feel… happy. Whole." She shrugged and sighed.
"Did your family and friends approve?"
"No." she says, "my wife and I… I was raised to be Christian, I went to church on Sundays and said grace before eating, I was raised to marry a man and not to have a baby out of wedlock. But then I met this woman, she was amazing, I was immediately enraptured, I don't think I had a choice if I got to fall in love with her or not, I just did. We fell in love and my family, they didn't approve. At all. They hated her, didn't matter what I did or what she did but they did everything to ruin it." It was like she was talking about Elijah and me.
"So what did you do?" I asked and the woman in front of me leaned on her fore arms against her cluttered, cherry wood desk.
"I told them that either they accept me… or they lose me." she said and sadness swam in the depths of her wide brown eyes.
"And what did they choose?" I ask and she sighs again.
"My mother wouldn't look at me, she had made her choice as soon as I told her, she didn't want anything to do with me… but my brother… he knew that I loved her and how hard it was. He accepted me, he calls every Friday lunch to talk, he lives in Atlanta so we don't see each other much, our mother doesn't talk to him now either, but at least now I know who accepts me for who I am and who doesn't." she says and I nod. "Why do you ask all this?"
"I had a boyfriend." I sigh and shift in the seat uncomfortably. "My sister, brother and all my friends, hated him, without much of a reason really, he was only trying to help and he kept his ends of the deal but they always stabbed him in the back" quite literally, "I fell in love with him even though I shouldn't have. I tried not too but he was…" I paused and looked at a cat that was staring right at me, "he was my soul mate. I guess you could call him that. Before the summer started he went away and he isn't coming back, I can't get over him, he consumes me." I say and look at Marianne who leans across the table to pat my hand and I welcome the comforting touch.
"I know that you don't believe this, but you're a teenager, you will fall in love again. If this guy comes back then maybe you can try to work it out. If not, you'll fall in love again. And again. Until finally you find the one who won't leave." She says and I blink tears back.
"God I sound like a whiny, trust fund brat from the OC." I say.
"Love is like a rose. It blooms and smells amazing and is beautiful. There will be cuts from the thorns along the way. Your rose must just be losing its petals, soon when all the petals are gone… you won't even think about him anymore, he'll just be a guy that you used to date." She says and I nibble on my lip in contemplation.
"How long until these petals are gone?" I ask.
"I don't know. That's for you to figure out bubba." She shrugs and pokes my nose from across the table.
"You're a therapist, you're meant to be helping me." I say.
"I'm a therapist, which means you talk and I listen and eventually you figure things out for yourself" I frown and groan.
"That doesn't help me much."
"Well then what about this. Love is like lightening, there and the not there." I groan and throw my head back.
"Did you work at the fortune cookie factory?" I ask rhetorically and she shrugs.
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I got dressed in what Caroline had recommended for me and drive to where the bonfire usually is, in the woods behind the school where the parents can't bust us, not that the Gilbert's have any family left to bust us for drinking. I walk immediately to the keg and pour myself a drink into a red solo cup.
"Are you sired?" a voice says from behind me and I jump back startled. It was just Caroline. She stood behind me with her arms folded and her lips pursed.
"What?" I asked, sired? What did that mean?
"Do you feel like you owe Klaus because he turned you into a hybrid?"
"Of course, I owe him my life." She sighs after I say this, "why do you ask?"
"Because your sired, it basically means that your Klaus' little bitch." I growled at the last part.
"I'm not his little bitch." I spat out through grounded teeth, I was gritting my teeth so hard together that I thought my teeth would shatter like glass.
"But you are. You feel indebted to Klaus and that can be problematic, especially since were trying to raise Mikael to-" she cut herself off and her mouth slammed close before she could say anymore.
"Whose Mikael?" I ask but she disappears. "Caroline!" I call out but she's gone.
I sigh and walk to parking lot in the school that's empty except for Ric's car… that's on fire. With Elena and Stefan inside. I run over inhumanly fast and rip the door of its hinges and pull Elena out while Stefan clambers out on his own.
"Are you okay?" I ask Elena and she nods and bends over to cough.
Alaric helps Elena stand before yelling at us, "Hurry up before it blows!"
"Wait! Wait, wait, wait!"
She grabs Stefan who's unconscious on the ground and Alaric helps her get him out. We run away from the car and once we are at a safe distance it blows up. Red, yellow and orange hot flames burst out and lick the sky and thick plumes of charcoal smoke billow up into the sky.
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I was going to ask for answers. I really was. But instead I went over to Matts, he needed comfort more than I needed answers. I enter his house that only contains him and sit down next to him on the couch, neither of us say anything. What do you say? I remember him being there for e when our parents died, he would come over each day and give me a container of donuts and we would eat them in silence on my porch. I take the pink box out of my large handbag and open it, inside are six jam filled powder donuts. I take a bite from one and am sure that I have white powder covering most of my face. I offer the box to him and he takes one before biting into it and powder covers his mouth and chin.
"I know fifty people have probably called already to say their sorry."
"Feels like a hundred." He says quietly.
"Then I guess this make me the hundred and first, I'm sorry." I say and a tear glides down his cheek.
We eat donuts together and fall asleep after watching episodes of SpongeBob that was all that's on TV. I don't think I made anything better for Matt but I don't think I made anything worse.
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