At Wits' End Chapter 6: Take a Hint, a vampire diaries fanfic

Disclaimer:

I do not own Vampire Diaries. If I did, I would be richer, older, and probably not writing on fanfiction.

Chapter 6:
Caroline's Point of View:

"Last song...and this song can go to every boy who didn't seem to catch the hint," I said, as the music started.

Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like
I can always see 'em coming, from the left and from the right
I don't want to be a priss, I just try to be polite
But it always seems to bite me in the-

I gave the audience a look at my butt and tapped it.

Ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot
You think that we should hook-up, but I think that we should not
You had me at hello, then you opened up your mouth
And that is when it started going south Oh!

I was to have some fun with this song a walked off the stage towards Damon.

Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my— Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
La, La, La….
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, La, La….

I pushed Damon down into a chair.

I guess you still don't get it, so let's take it from the top
You asked me what my sign is, and I told you it was
Stop

I remember him using me as his little toy and blood bank. He used me. He had used me to get to Elena.

I was always being used, and I was done with him.

I left Damon and went to Klaus and his brothers.

And if I only had a dime for every name that you just dropped
You'd be here and I'd be on a yacht
Oh!

Kol stood as I got closer, and I just pushed him away into the bar.

What about "no" don't you get
So go and tell your friends I'm not really interested
It's about time that you're leavin'
I'm gonna count to three and
Open my eyes and
You'll be gone

I was so sick of the Originals. Think that they could have anything.

One
Get your hands off my—

Klaus grabbed my hand.

Two.
Or I'll punch you in the—

I jerked out of his grip.

Three.
Stop your staring at my— Hey!

I tuned away from him and went back to the stage.

Take a hint, take a hint

I am not your missing link
Let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
Take a hint, take a hint
Woah!

Get your hands off my hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my— Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
La, La, La….
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, La, La….

The crowd was dance with the song and cheering.

"I'm drunk...I'm pissed...And I'm through with this...Goodbye," I said, dropping the mic and leaving the stage.

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