To Feel - Part 3

Okay, Caroline, he's just another guy.

Yeah- a super hot, senior guy who's been with every popular senior girl and her sister (literally).

That doesn't mean you should be intimidated!

Well…maybe a little.

I sit in class, absently listening as the teacher talks about the evolution of oil painting. Normally, I would be taking some semblance of notes, but knowing that Klaus Mikaelson is sitting just three rows behind me has my mind going all kinds of crazy.

Usually, he would be the furthest thing from my mind. He isn't talkative, and never participates in class. Unless you were really focused on paying attention to him, you could totally miss him.

But today (actually, since I had seen him after cheer practice), he has been all I could think about.

I had spent several hours brainstorming ways to ask him to take my virginity. I could either just go for it and ask him, or actually try to start up a conversation and lead up to asking him.

After a lot of thought, I rationalized that trying to start a conversation probably wouldn't lead to anything- he would think of me as an annoying sophomore and then avoid me, which would dampen my plans to ask him after some sort of relationship had been formed.

So, I'm just going to come right out with it.

From what I had just recently learned, guys apparently really want sex. So what better way to appeal to him than with sex?

The bell rang, dismissing the class. That had been the fastest hour of my life.

I pick up my notes (which are really just doodles of random objects), and stuff them in my bag. From my peripheral vision, I see Klaus getting up from his seat and heading towards the door. Apparently he has no notes to pick up. No surprise, really.

I quickly sling my bag over my shoulder and follow after him.

Man, he walks fast.

"Klaus!" I call after him. I didn't yell, just spoke loud enough so that he could hear me. But he doesn't turn around. It takes a few more seconds to catch up to him, but I tap him on the shoulder, repeating his name.

He whirls around so fast that I don't have time to react, and end up just bumping into his chest.

"Whoa," I say, grabbing onto him for support just as he grabs me to steady me. "Sorry," I apologize, taking a small step back.

He's staring down at me with a frown, letting go of me when I'm standing straight again. He doesn't say anything, so I just continue.

"I'm Caroline Forbes," I start. His eyebrows shoot up slightly. He still doesn't say anything.

"I'm in your art history class," I add, hoping to see some sign of recognition. The expectant look remains on his face. "Okay, well, I kind of have something to ask you, but I can't really ask you right here in the middle of this over crowded hallway. Would you mind meeting me after school by the White Oak tree?"

The White Oak tree was one of Mystic Fall's most famous landmarks. It was the oldest tree to ever be recorded in town, and it was right on the outskirts of school. People usually went there to study during breaks, or to get high (but those guys weren't there until the late hours of the night).

He still doesn't respond.

"Blink twice if you can understand me." I'm sure he's permanently frozen. Maybe this was his defense mechanism for when approached by other humans?

I can't really tell if he smirked a little, but he does blink twice. I feel relief because I hadn't made a total fool of myself, but at the same time a little apprehensive.

Before he could change his mind, I smile and turned to leave him. "See you after school!" I call over my shoulder and head off to my next class.

I swear Klaus will get some lines next chapter ;-)