The Bet

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Davina's POV

I wasn't going to let this happen. Not when things were going decent. I needed to figure out what had happened. But first, I needed help. I didn't want this particular persons help-but her uncle was a known detective and I knew she is the only person who could help me right now. "No." She says, and I scoff. "No?" She nods, doing her nails. "Do you think I care that Kol and Kai are going to go down for murder?" She says, her accent being thick. Her red hair falling over her shoulders. "Yeah but this is important Aurora. I just need to speak with your uncle an-" "Davina, I don't care. Go beg somewhere else." I scoff, slamming my hand on her desk. "Alright. Listen up. My boyfriend is in a holding cell for a crime he didn't commit. I need your families help, and I'm gonna get it one way or another. So call him, or I will snatch your phone, and do it myself." She gulps, looking at Mary Alice, then grabbing her phone.

"Fine." She mumbles, and I smirk. She takes a bit, texting him I'm guessing, before she finally puts her phone down on her desk. "There." She says, and I nod. "Perfect. Here's Rebekah's cell. Text her when he replies." I say, giving her a piece of paper. She frowns, "Why not give me your number?" She asks, and I frown. "Why does it matter?" I ask her, and she shakes her head. "It doesn't. Just, wondering." She says, and I nod. "Whatever." I say, and walk away.

As I was walking down the hall, everyone was actually starring at me. Like out of movie where I was the punch line. I go up to one of the girls, smiling. "Something funny Monquie?" I ask her, and she looks up. "Not really. It's just funny how you ended up sleeping around with a murderer." She says, and I smile a sarcastic smile. "And I think it's funny how you don't have STD's from all the sleeping around you do." I pause, as her face falls, and her friends face goes confused. "On and off camera." I whisper the last part. She looks pale, as I walk away from her.

Rebekah's POV

I didn't go to school like the other girls. How could I go to school when my brother is in sitting in a jail sell right now? Klaus didn't go either. My parents are working there asses out trying to bail him out or get him free but they can't work fast enough. I'd never admit it to his face, but I miss that bloody bastard. And knowing he could go away for years, it doesn't sit right with me. I was sitting criss cross on my bed, pj's still on. I didn't wanna get up. I could bring myself to. That is, until I got a text. I didn't know the number, making me frown.

Call 767-225-8077 to get you guys out

That's all? What the hell kinda vague message is that.

Who is this?

I bite my nails, wondering who got my number and what number they want me to call.

Aurora. Davina gave me your # after threatening me but, it's whatever.

My eyes widen. I've been wanting to talk to her. I need to talk to her. I want to help her but, I just don't know how.

I'll give Davina the #.

There's a long wait before she sends a thumbs up.

Aurora, can we please talk about yk what.

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There's nothing to talk about Rebekah. What's done is done. Leave it alone.

I roll my eyes. Why does she have to be so stubborn? But I also don't wanna push her...

Fine. But at least tell me it's not happening anymore?

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No. It's not.

For some reason knowing this makes me relieved. If she won't open up about it, at least it's not happening anymore right?

That's all I needed

With that, I get off my phone, falling onto my bed and not planning on getting up.