To Feel - Part 2

I focus my gaze intently on the line of trees on the other side of the football field as I realize the graveness of the situation. Elena steps into my line of vision.

"You cannot be serious!"

I nodded solemnly. "I am very serious."

"But…why?"
"Because!" I throw my hands up in an exasperated motion. "I can't have this happen again! If Kai heard it, then the whole football team has probably caught wind that I'm a virgin and won't put out- no one will want to date me!"

"Care, I don't think-"

"Don't try to lecture me out of this, Elena. You at least have Matt," I huff. "I have no one."

"Well," Elena started, and I could see the gears in her head turning. She was trying to come up with a convincing argument where it wouldn't sound like she was lecturing me, I knew. But it wasn't going to work – I had my mind made up on this. "Who are you planning on losing your virginity to?"

And…I'm stumped. I had totally forgotten about that aspect of this whole thing. Maybe I could just go back to Tyler and offer? No, I need to keep the little dignity I have left. And if I wanted to keep my dignity, I would also not sleep with anyone on the football team. Which left…

It was as if I was getting a sign from God himself.

I was still staring off into the tree line across the football field, thinking about who I could get to sleep with me, when a car pulls up. Sleek, vintage, and black. It catches my attention.

I watch as it parks, the driver side door opens, and out steps Klaus Mikaelson in all his bad boy glory- dark Henley, dark jeans, dark boots, dark sunglasses.

He leans against the side of his car, crossing his ankles over one another, crossing his arms over his chest. He staress out at the football field.

I watch as his sister, Rebekah Mikaelson, grabs her duffle bag and waves at her friends before beginning to walk across the field. She just started this year and had made the freshman squad. I haven't really had a chance to talk to her, but she seems nice enough.

"Klaus Mikaelson," I say, more to myself than to Elena.

Her eyes look like they're about to pop out of their sockets. "The Klaus Mikaelson?" she starts, looking over to where I've been staring. "Caroline, are you feeling alright?"

"I'm feeling perfectly fine," I snap. "Why? You don't think I could get him to sleep with me?"

"No! No, it's not that," Elena quickly amends. "It's just that…really? I've heard so much dirt on him."

"Like what?" I asked, actually intrigued. Rebekah had already made her way across the field and was now putting her duffle bag in Klaus's trunk.

"Like…I heard that he slept with The Twins," she lowers her voice towards the end as if she thinks someone might hear.

"Twins? As in plural?" I clarify, and Elena nods. "Both of them? You're saying he slept with both Toxic Tatia and Katerina Titrova?"

She nods harder. "And I heard that he hooked up with Hayley Marshal last week at a house party."

"Oh." I fucking hate Hayley Marshal, she is such a bitch. "Well, I guess he's really experienced then. If anything, that's better for my situation." I push Hayley out of my mind and focus on the positives.

"But," Elena starts again. "How are you even going to proposition him?"

"He's in my Art History class," I say, which is true. He usually sits in the far back corner of the room, which doesn't really surprise me. It fits with his whole don't-mess-with-me-I'm-mysterious-and-know-all-the-world's-secrets vibe. "I'll just talk to him tomorrow about it."

"Caroline," Elena tries one last time, her voice taking on a warning/worried tone.

"Elena," I mock. "Listen, I'll just ask, okay? The worst that can happen is that he says no and I feel a little embarrassed. It's not like he's going to go and tell the whole football team."

"He doesn't even talk to the football team."

"Exactly!" I say cheerfully, throwing my duffle over my shoulder, giving my best friend a smile. She could only roll her eyes.

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