🥀Blood & Roses 🥀

Chapter 1

I looked at the high school before me as I sat in my car. Mystic Falls High. A school where some of the strangest things have happened. And oddly enough, they always seem to happen around Elena Gilbert and her group of friends. I'm not friends with any of them. It's not that I don't like them...well...only some actually. It's just that I don't trust them. There was something off about them. Especially Stefan, Bonnie, Tyler, and Caroline. Those four act the weirdest. There's also Jeremy but...he's had...issues in the past.

I let out a sigh before someone smacked the driver's side window of my car. I jumped and looked to find Scott standing outside my car with a smile on his face. "God!" I spat climbing out of the car as Scott laughed. I smacked him in the back of the head with my hand. "I hate when you do that!" I grumbled. "I know. That's why I do it." He explained. I rolled my eyes as we headed towards the entrance of the school.

I noticed Elena and her group of friends staring at the both of us. "Why are they staring at us like that?" I asked Scott. "I don't know...I think Elena still hates me for being the only guy to have dumped her...before she could dump me." Scott said with a shrug. "But...I don't know." He said slinging his arm around my shoulder as we headed inside. "God, why did you ever go out with her in the first place?" I asked him. "No idea." He answered as we entered the cramp hallway of the high school. "Also...you do realize she's going out with Stefan now, right? I think she's moved on." I pointed out. "Yeah, you're probably right." Scott voiced.

We reached our lockers before I froze and felt something was off. I felt like I was being watched. I searched around for the cause. "Hey, you good?" Scott asked nudging my arm with his elbow. I looked at him with furrowed brows. "Yeah...it's just...never mind." I told him opening my locker and putting some of my stuff inside. Stiles.

I lifted my head and looked around before finding a man in a black suit standing at the opposite end of the hallway with his left hand in his pant pocket. His eyes dark brown, his hair similar in color, and his facial features seemingly perfect. I squinted my eyes. "Dude, are you sure you're okay?" Scott asked. I looked back at him. "Yeah. I'm fine." I answered looking back down the hall to see that the strange person was gone. I blinked a couple of times before following Scott into our first class of the school year. AP American History. "This should be a fun and interesting year." Scott stated.