So here's a continuation to the first part. It feels super unfinished! Umm I still getting used to this site so I'm not totally sure how it all works yet, so bear with me! There will be another continuation to this short story, so please look forward to that, and let me know any suggestions you might have for it :) I'm learning, so any help is appreciated. Expect lots of Klaroline fluff in the next chapter- and I notcied there's just a lot of awkward staring in this one, and I promise I'll cut down on that too.

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I grip the steering wheel with so much strength, small indents crease into the leather where my fingers rest. The silence slices through my nerves unrelentingly as the miles slip past my car window at what seems like a snail's pace, though my speedometer says I'm ten over the limit.

Tyler's words replay in my mind, over and over. His public display of hurt and anger crushed me like a bug under a heavy shoe. I feel drained, and have a pounding headache. I try and think of any other way people could have taken it. Everyone was there—everyone knows what he was talking about. Klaus's feelings for me have never been a secret. But as far as anyone was concerned, he was a nuisance to me, and nothing more. In fact, before today, no one knew of my inner turmoil with my feelings for Klaus. No one besides Tyler—though even he was acting mostly out of jealousy, he can't know how deep my confusion really goes. And now, they all know; including Klaus himself. I feel blood rush to my cheeks for about the hundredth time since driving as I recall back to the scene in the grill. Klaus knows. Everyone knows.

Stephan sits in the passenger's seat, examining the map that's open in his lap; probably too concentrated then need be. I envy him for something to keep himself occupied, even if it is forced. All I can do is keep my eyes hard on the road, careful to keep my eyes off the rear-view mirror.

I feel like I'm a little girl whose just been ratted out by her big brother. Embarrassment and anger bubble up in my chest and all I can think about is crying. No, not crying—sobbing. I just want to let it out. All the feelings I've been pushing down for months and months, I feel like I'm going to split right open, the pressure building like a dam about to burst.

I quickly pull into the first exit I see, which just so happens to be a burger place shaped just like a barn, painted brick red with dingy white shutters. I drive up to the closest parking space and hit the brakes hard before cutting the engine.

"Why are w—" Stephan's words are barely out of his mouth before I'm unbuckling and ducking out of the car.

"I need a bathroom and some fresh air." My voice is barely my own. I sound like someone's hand is wrapped around my throat, constricting my airway.

I slam to door to the Ford and walk quickly to the barn shaped food joint.

I hear Stephan and Klaus exit the car a few seconds later, both obviously hesitant and slightly confused—but they follow me into the little restaurant without another word.

"Hello!" The young hostess greets me with a wide smile, before her eyes rest on my two friends coming up behind me, her smile falters slightly as she takes long glances at Stephan and Klaus. And I can see her eyes change from friendly to lustful teenage girl.

"Fo-for three?" She fumbles for two more menus without taking her eyes off of Stephan.

My eyes narrow slightly, I let my intimidating vampire look hint though my skin, but she doesn't even notice. She's now looking Klaus up and down, I hear her heart skip two beats before she turns quickly and marches towards a booth in the corner.

I blink my eyes and feel them return to normalcy and follow her to the small table.

She hands out the plastic menus; again, her eyes never look my way once.

Klaus obviously noticing this young girl's fixation on him, he makes sure to give her an extra warm smile while he takes his menu from her.

"Thanks Love," And gives her a small wink.

She blushes and hurries to the kitchen without our drink orders.

Silence falls again, and the ache in my stomach returns. Luckily before it can get much worse, Stephan's cell rings, bringing me back to myself. I look up at him as her answers and then back at my menu. I really am starving.

"Hey," I hear Elaina on the other line as he answers his phone on the first ring.

"Hey, you guys still on the road?"

"We actually just stopped for a bite to eat," He looks at my quickly as he says this, and I just go back to menu, reading the description of the cheese omelet.

"How're things with... Those two? That was pretty intense back there..."

I keep my eyes glued to the page—don't move, don't say anything.

Stephan is immediately standing up from the table, and tucking the phone into his shoulder as he can see the conversation heading towards the scene back at the grill. I'm grateful as I let their voices drift into the background noise of the small restaurant as he walks towards the patio doors. I don't even hear his reply to her questions. I don't want to hear it.

The tension at the table is palpable. My fingers have become slick against the plastic covered menu, my eyes have completely forgotten the task at hand—my brain unable to register anything besides this man across the table from me. I can feel his legs under the table, our knees only inches apart. I finally give up on my façade of ordering food, and set the menu on the table with a smack.

I knew when I met his eyes, blood would rush to my cheeks, and my heart would quicken. I'd been avoiding eye contact since Tyler's outburst at the grill; I have to force myself to not look away from his immediately.

His gaze is piercing. His blue eyes almost glowing under the gold lights of the small cafe'. I hate how beautiful they are. Like if I let them, they could set me ablaze, and I would be at his mercy.

"Are you alright?"

I don't know what I was expecting him to say. Perhaps I was expecting him to smirk and gloat. Maybe I was waiting for something more Klaus—Like maybe a quirk of an eye brow, as if to say "Gottcha." Maybe even the silent treatment. But his words throw me off guard.

I open my mouth to speak, and nothing comes out.

"Elaina and Damon are with Bonnie," Stephan returns to the table grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair. "I think we should keep going. The sooner we find this which the better. Maybe we could get something to go?" He looks between Klaus and me, as we are both staring at each other without a word.

I blink a few times, trying to clear my head enough to respond.

"Yeah, sure." I nod and stand.

I quickly order some nachos to go, and wait only a few minutes before the waitress hands me a greasy box, and says goodbye. To Klaus.

As we make our way back out to the car, Stephan offers to take the next driving shift. As I hand him the keys, we all stop in our tracks as we see who's waiting for us in the parking lot.

Rebekah is leaning against the shiny silver hood, arms crossed.

"Stop for a snack did we?"

"What're you doing here? I thought you were staying with Matt?" I say this hurriedly, wondering if Matt's been left all alone at the grill. Please no.

"Elijah showed up, and it got boring; just a bunch of Professor Shane talk. 'Spell this, Bonnie that'. I thought you guys would be more fun." She takes a second to shoot a glance over our shoulders towards the little cafe. "I was wrong."

I roll my eyes and take a few steps forward.

"Shotgun." She says, in her very obnoxious accent—thick with distain and superiority. She can't pull it off like her brother can.

Stop it Caroline.

I roll my eyes again before sliding into the back seat.

I store the cardboard box beside me as I buckle in next to Klaus.

My eyes drift to his hands as he rests them on his knees, leaning forward slightly in the small car—ignoring his seatbelt altogether.

My eyes trail up his arms, he's wearing a dark gray cargo jacket over a white shirt with a few buttons at the chest, exposing skin around his collar bones, and throat, two necklaces hang there. One a dark beaded one that is so long I see the indent of it under his shirt quite far down his chest. And the other is right near this neck, and looks like it's made of hemp, with a thick silver cross hanging from it.

His hair is getting a little longer; it touches the collar of his jacket only slightly. And his five O'clock shadow is still there from yesterday, I like him better this way then clean shaven. Though I will never tell him as much.

My eyes shift up a few more inches, and there are his eyes again. Looking right at me. And I've been caught. Ogling him from the next seat.

I don't look away immediately. I can't make myself.

Rebakah turns on the radio to a top 40 station, and begins tapping the beat out with her expensive boots.

Suddenly losing my appetite, I lean my head back again the headrest, and close my eyes, hoping I can possibly make this trip feel like it's going by quickly if I can sleep for most of it.

The hair blowing across my face is what wakes me. It's tickling my nose, and I reach up and swipe it behind my ear.

When I open my eyes, I'm looking out at a dimly lit country road, the view blurring past my open window. The wind pulling my hair back out from behind my ear once again.

I shift and push my bangs away from my face. It's only then that I realise; I'm no longer propped awkwardly against the over-stuffed leather headrest, but am comfortably tucked against Klaus's shoulder. His heat radiates off of him and onto me like I'm a magnet, pulling it in. His sent is intoxicating.

I push myself into a sitting position, fluffing the side of my air that was pressed against his jacket. It smells like him.

"Sorry," I say quickly, rolling my window down the rest of the way, and looking over at his reaction.

He gives me a quick smile, that doesn't touch his eyes. Almost like a mix of amusement and sadness.

"No worries," I watch him remove his jacket from his shoulders, and lay it between us. Looks like the heat is getting to him too as he settles back, letting his own window welcome air into the car. "Next time you want to cuddle, all you have to do is ask." He says this out the window, and can see his smirk even from the side of his face.

I scoff and shake my head, willing his amusing comment not to make me smile.

The sun is dipping under the horizon, and we're only in Denver. I unbuckle as Stefan pulls into a hotel parking space, ready for a hot shower and a flat bed.