To Feel - Part 4

The last bell rings and I head to my locker to get all of my stuff together. There was no cheer practice today, so after seeing Klaus I'm just going home or hanging out with Elena.

I panic for a second, remembering that Rebekah is also in cheer, and that Klaus would probably have to take her home. I don't want Rebekah hanging around and hearing what I have to say to Klaus.

But wait…Rebekah's a freshman.

I let out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding.

The freshman squad had practice every day- they were like the practice team for football (they practiced with the team, but didn't perform at games and pep rallies). Eventually, if they got good enough, they would move up to the varsity squad.

Thank God I had skipped that step. I had tried out the year before for the team and had been good enough to skip the freshman squad and go straight to varsity.

Okay, so Rebekah would be preoccupied with practice. And the White Oak tree was secluded enough that no one would see us talking, but not so secluded that no one would hear me if I screamed. Who knows, maybe Klaus is a serial killer.

I am risking my life…to lose my virginity.

I close my locker door, realizing that the halls were much more empty than they had been when I got there. I sling my bag with all my things over my shoulder and go for the front doors.

It's a nice autumn day. The sun was out, but it's breezy. I adjusted my beige knit sweater and dust off my jeans. I check my shoes for anything that may have gotten on them throughout the day, but they are clean. I run a nervous hand through my hair before turning towards the White Oak tree.

I'm surprised to see that Klaus is already there. He is leaning against the side of the tree trunk facing away from the school. I walk around towards him, careful not to trip on any of the roots.

He pushes away from the tree as I approach, taking a few steps towards me, his hands clasped behind his back.

"You came," I say, sounding a little more surprised than what I had meant to sound. Yeah, he had said that he would come (well, he nonverbally communicated that he would come, same thing), but I almost expected him not to be there.

"I blinked twice, didn't I?" He speaks, and I have to blink for a second.

Holy accent.

The Mikaelsons had moved to Mystic Falls from London about four months ago. I was aware that they were from England, that they had accents, and probably had tea every afternoon.

I had heard Rebekah speak so I had heard her accent, but the accent thing on Klaus was just…wow.

Realizing I've totally spaced out by the way Klaus was smirking at me, I push thoughts of his sexy accent away. "Right, yes, you did that."

"So," he starts, drawing out the word. "What was it that you needed to ask me?"

I had almost forgotten what I was there for. Almost.

My boyfriend recently broke up with me…No, sounds pathetic.

I heard that you've got some talent when it comes to the horizontal tango…laaame.

"I, uh…" Am drawing a blank. "Well, you see…" I completely forgot how to string a sentence together. "I'm a virgin." There, that wasn't so hard. Wait…what?

Klaus looks as surprised as I feel on the inside, but I'm sure I'm doing an awesome job at remaining serious.

"Oh-kay…" he draws that out too.

"Right, so I'm a virgin," stop it with the virgin talk, Caroline! "And I kind of don't…want to be…anymore. So I was thinking that maybe you could…help me out…with that." I try not to cringe as I speak, emitting as much confidence as possible.

Now Klaus is frowning, looking at my face like he's trying to figure out a puzzle. I stay still and quiet, waiting for him to process.

After what I think was pretty close to a minute, he speaks again.

"Let me see if I understand," he starts, bringing his hands in front of him and pressing his palms together before bringing his fingers up to his lips. It kind of looked like he was praying, but I can tell it's just a thinking habit. "You," he directs his fingers in my direction. "Want me," he points at himself. "To take your virginity?"

"Yes," I reply carefully, mimicking his slow place.

He regards me for a couple more seconds before responding. "How much experience do you have, exactly?"

"Uhm," I think back to my relationship with Tyler. It's really the only romantic relationship I've had to date. "I've made out with a guy before."

"That's it?" He asks incredulously. "Did that include any…other activities?"

"Besides just kissing? No, I told you, I'm a virgin."

"I'm starting to grasp that," he answers, rather mysteriously if I do say so myself. But I decide not to press him on it.

"So…will you do it or not?" I'm not known for having much patience.

He chuckles. "What exactly would I get out of this?"

I frown. I hadn't thought of that.

Though I should have. If he did do it, he would be doing me a sort of favor. I could pay him, maybe? But his family is already stinking rich, he doesn't need any more money. Maybe I could offer to do his homework for him, or write his college essays?

"An orgasm?" I reply with a half shrug and a sort of grimace.

I don't expect him to throw his head back, letting out a loud laugh. He has a nice laugh- melodic, but at the same time deep and sexy. Gosh, it's getting hot.

"It's not funny," I snap in the most dangerous tone I can muster.

"I know, I know, I know," he says, shutting his mouth and pursing his lips, looking down at the ground. But his dimples (Ohemgee, seriously? Dimples?) are still showing and his eyes are still sparkling.

"So stop laughing."

He takes a deep breath, calming himself before looking up at me under his lashes. Damn him.

"Alright," he says once he's composed. "We'll see about how you'll repay me."

Huh? "Wait, are you…agreeing?"

"Was that not what you wanted?" He arches a brow in question.

"Well, yeah, but…" But what? "That was just…I don't know. Okay, so when do we do this?"

"Whoa, hold it," he holds up a hand to stop whatever it was I was doing.

"What?"

"We need to address the issue of your…experience."

"My experience?" Hadn't I already told him my experience? Virgin, remember?

"Your lack of experience, actually," he clarifies, and I try not to cringe too much. "We need to teach you some basics before we…get on with it."

"Basics?" What else was there to know? I'm pretty sure he's going to be doing most of the work, so why did it matter if I knew the basics?

"Yes, basics."

"Care to elaborate?"

He starts smirking again, but holds back on it. "I will in due time. When and where would you like to meet?"

"Uh," I look up at the canopy of leaves as I think. Today is Tuesday so that meant… "Thursday after school at my place?" Mom is hardly ever home anyways, so my house is the safest bet.

He nods in agreement. "That works. What's your address?"

So I give him my address and he types it in on his phone.

"So, see you Thursday?" I confirm.

He nods, his ever present smirk still pulling at his lips. "Until then, Caroline."

I nod and turn away from him, feeling my face heat up at the sound of my name on his lips.

What have I gotten myself into?

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