Warning for this book. It's Rated M for 18 and up only due to content such as language and sexual descriptions and situations and violence.
Also, I don't own anything from the Vampire Diaries Universe. Only my original characters and ideas. Also, this deals with a plus sized woman falling for our favorite handsome hybrid. So yeah. Don't like, don't read. But a fair warning that there will be bullying of said girl.
Barbie Ferreira as Kara Hartwell (18 years old)
Patrick Wilson as Joseph Hartwell (45 years old)
"Uncertainty is the only certainty there is, and knowing how to live with insecurity is the only security."
- John Allen Paulos
Chapter One: New Friend
I wish I was like those female protagonist in my books. You know, the brave and beautiful thin girls that aren't sexually incompetent and always gets the guy. They know what to say to get the guy to immediately fall in love and they're strong hearted. I wish I was them instead of a timid girl that knows nothing about how to attract guys. Or at least get dates. Besides I'm... big. Most guys don't like that. Big hips, big legs, big... everything. It sucks.
Luckily I have my father, Dr. Joseph Hartwell, who supports and loves me the way I am. He's one of the doctors at Mystic Falls Hospital and most girls swoon over him, but he hasn't been on a date in three years since my mom, his wife of twenty years, died of leukemia. But he can't protect me from everyone in school. Only outside and when I'm near him. But he loves me dearly, so that's what counts the most for me.
Currently, I was walking in history class, clutching my books to my chest. As I go to sit down in a seat, Stefan Salvatore plopped down and smirked at me as my eyebrows furrow at him. I adjust my glasses as I walk around the desk and sit behind him, wondering what happened to him to make him an ass today. I look over to see his girlfriend next to him, but it looks in the rocks as she glares at him. I've never had issues with Elena or Stefan, the popular couple at high school. I've only had issues with Caroline who used to be a complete bitch to me until the end of last year.
Mr. Saltzman has written "AP AMERICAN HISTORY" on the blackboard in chalk as I look up from my notebook after I put my backpack under my desk. I look up to see a student giggle with her friends as they kept looking over at me. I glare at my notebook as the teacher says, "Welcome back, seniors. Let's turn our brains back on, starting with this country's original founders...the Native Americans."
A new girl enters the classroom with pretty blonde hair and a short dress. I look up as she sits behind me and says, "What about the Vikings?"
Mr. Saltzman's eyebrows furrow as he says, "There's no evidence that Viking explorers actually settled in the United States. Who are you?"
She smiles as she says, "My name's Rebekah. I'm new. And history's my favorite subject."
I smile, walking into one of my favorite classes, art, and I sit in the back feeling right at home. Mrs. Miller smiles at me and waves as the new girl sits next to me, looking bored as the bell for the period to start goes off. I get out my sketchbook, opening it and ignoring Rebekah looking over my shoulder at them as I flip to a new page. "Wow, you're almost as good as my brother," She says, making my eyebrows furrow as I push up my glasses to look at her.
"Thanks?" I say, she just shrugs her shoulder and looks ahead, listening to the teacher as I start trying to think of what to draw next. I do this a lot in art class, mainly because I help Mrs. Miller during my free periods and I helped her over the summer. Since I'm a quick learner, I tend to not bother with listening to her lessons and just do them. But this time I listened.
"This semester I will have you partner up with whoever I choose, so you guys and gals can work as a team and build art together!" She says, making me almost groan in annoyance. I hate working with people. Usually they let me do all the work or take over and ignore me. Which is bothersome. Mrs. Miller smiles as she starts pulling names out of a hat and pairing up people. I hear my name and I raise my hand.
"Kara and... Rebekah! You two will be partners this semester," She says and I look over to see Rebekah smiling at me as she had her hand raised.
"Guess, we're partners," She says, putting her hand down as I did the same. "So do you want to come over to my house to start on our art project or-"
"You want me to come over to your house?" I asked in disbelief, wondering why she would do such a thing.
"Yes, unless you want me to come over to your house?" She asks and I shrug my shoulders, feeling confused. Most people I've worked with didn't bother to talk to me before and I've given up trying. "Great. My house it is."
I sigh as I sit at lunch, alone, like usual as a group of cheerleaders are sitting at a table, giggling amongst themselves while looking at me. I try to ignore them as I play with my food, but it's almost impossible as I can't even seem to eat to ease my hunger. I jump a little as I see Rebekah sit down across from me. She's a perplexed one, isn't she? She sighs as she starts talking to me, "I hate the new Stefan. He's such an asshole."
"Is everything okay?" I asked, watching as she pushes around her lunch food with disgust.
"What is this rubbish?" She asks, ignoring my question as she rolls her eyes then looks over at my food. "And why does yours look better than mine?"
"Because I made it at home," I said, cracking a brief smile before grimacing as I hear the girls giggling again. Rebekah sighs but freezes for a moment, almost like she's listening in to someone nearby. Then, she stops and looks at me with a look I can't describe.
"Why aren't you eating it then?" She asks.
"Because... I'm not hungry," I lie, making her arch an eyebrow at me.
"Liar. It's those girls, isn't it?" She asks, more like guesses the right answer as I become silent on the matter. "I could always snap their pretty little necks," She said, smirking at me as I let out a short laugh.
"Yeah, that'd be too quick," I reply back, shrugging as she looks at me with a tilted head. "Flaying their perfect skin sounds better." Making her laugh for a bit.
"I rather like you and your demented mind," She teases and I giggle with her.
Maybe I won't be alone no more.
I chew on my lip a bit as I look out the window as my dad drives the car over to Rebekah's place. I never felt so excited to go see a school partner and hang out with them afterwards. Rebekah told me she wanted us to hang out at her home and do our new art project together. I was nervous to as I didn't want to do something dumb and make her think I'm weird or anything. I wanted her to actually be my friend. Which I haven't had since I was ten.
"You're going to do great, honey," Dad says and I sigh, still looking out the window.
"Why do I feel like I'm going to do the opposite then?" I reply back as my dad chuckles.
"Because you're overthinking, again," He says and I roll my eyes at him, watching as he smiled at me.
"I'm not overthinking. I'm being smart," I say.
"No, you're overthinking," He sasses back and I chuckle as he rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. "Just be yourself. I mean, you have so far from what I've heard and it's all good."
"Fine, but what if-" I begin to say, feeling nervous before my dad covers my mouth with his hand.
"Ah, peace," He says before I swat at is hand and shove it off me, making me giggle as he laughs at me. Then, his eyes go wide as he says, "Woah. Is she rich?"
"Um..." I trail off as I see a giant mansion ahead, making my eyes go just as wide. I adjust my glasses as he parks the car and I gap as we get closer.
"Hey, do you think she'll buy you a car?" He asks and my eyebrows furrow as I look at him, closing my mouth. "What?"
"Bye, dad," I said, kissing his cheek before hoping out of his car.
"Love you, honey!" Dad yells out before I shut the door and I giggle as he speeds away. Then, I walk up to the door and knock on the door. I try not to grimace as I wait for the door to open. Then, the door opens and there stands a handsome man with dirty blond and curled hair that stands almost a foot taller than me. His eyes of the ocean and I almost let out a dreamy sigh before snapping it out of it and shaking my head briefly, adjusting my glasses.
"What do we have here? Lunch?" He asks, tilting his head and giving me a smirk in reply with my silence.
"Nonsense, Nik," Rebekah said, smiling as she walks out and pulls me into a hug. My eyes widen at the greeting, not really knowing why she did so. Then, she pulls back and smiles saying, "This is Kara. My new friend."
"Uh, hi," I say, giving him a small smile as I offer him my hand to shake. He smiles charmingly at me as he gently grabs my hand and bends down to kiss my knuckles, making my eyes go wide as I blush beet red.
"And I'm Klaus," He says, smirking as he leans back and continues to hold my hand. I feel my nerves shoot through the roof as I gently tug my hand out of his and grimace at how sweaty my palms feel.
"Ignore my brother, he's not well," Rebekah says, smiling at me as I look over at her and nod my head. "Come in," She says, nodding her head inside and I quickly follow her in, walking past Klaus.