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Chapter 7:
Third Person
Caroline was putting her coat on as she exited the Grill. It was cold tonight, and all Caroline wanted was to go home and take a nice hot bubble bath. She was walking down the street, when she heard someone running up behind her.
"Caroline, wait," She heard Matt call.
"Leave me alone," Caroline said, tugging her coat tighter around her and walking a little faster.
"No, Caroline, listen please," Matt said, running up to her and grabbing her arm.
"What," Caroline hissed, and flashed my flanges.
"I didn't know about the fries, Cares. I wasn't trying-" Matt started.
"This isn't about those stupid fries. It's about you," Caroline screamed.
"What," Matt said.
"You. Everyone. I'm always last place," Caroline said, "I could handle it when I was human, because I had my dad. He'd put me ahead of anything. And now that's that gone. I'm back to being second place Caroline."
"That's not true," Matt said.
"Oh the hell, it is," Caroline said, "When we were human, you put Elena first; but I understood stood. She was your girlfriend. But when I became a vampire, you put my mother first. I'll never understand that. Or forget you for that. I can be polite and smile when I see you, but I will never trust you. I won't make that mistake twice."
~VAMPIRE DIARIES~
Caroline went to the park for some alone time. By the time she started heading home it was ten. She could have just run at vampire speed, but she just didn't feel like it. When she got to street and saw her house, all she wanted was to get inside, have some cereal, and crawl into bed. She was walking up her driveway, when she saw Damien sitting down on the porch railing.
"What do you want," Caroline asked.
"A never ending supply of hot, drunken redheads," Damien said.
"I thought, you preferred brunettes," Caroline said.
"Only on Friday nights," Damien said, with a smirk.
"Well, if that's all, I'm going to bed," Caroline said, going to the door.
"I'm sorta sorry," Damien mumbled. Caroline froze.
"What did you say," Caroline asked, turning around.
"I was being...me; and you we're oversensitive," Damien said.
"Congratulations, that almost was an apology," Caroline said, clapping, "And this is me almost accepting it. Goodnight."
"Barbie-" Damien started.
"Shut-up...My name is Caroline Beula Forbes. That mean you either call me Caroline, Care, or Miss Forbes. My name is not Barbie or Baby Vampire...or even Dumb Blonde as you've taken to calling me," Caroline hissed, "And do you know what I'm not? I not some little distraction you can use in you all use stupid plans."
"Would you just-" Damien said.
"No. I won't do anything," Caroline said, "You can stay away from me until you can apologize for everything you've done to me. I'm done the girl who you all step on and over look, but most of all I'm done being afraid of you. So get the hell out my porch, and stay the fuck out of my life until you stop being a little boy in a big boy's body."
Caroline finished, slamming the door in Damien's face.
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