The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 27

Founders' Day 150 Year Anniversary Kick-off Party.

Emma

"Thank you for coming, Em!" Tyler grins walking up to me. He's all suited and styled. And looks ten years older. I laugh at him.

"What?" He frowns looking down at himself.

"Nothing." I smile. He takes my hand leading me in. Mrs Lockwood beams at both of us.

"Oh, Emma. It's great to see you both together again. I thought you two broke-"

"Mom, please." Tyler cuts her instantly. "We're looking for our friends so, er- excuse us." He leads me away inside. Gosh so many people; everything is so lavish, my eyes instantly fall on the drinks at the bar.

"I'm sorry about her, she's just..." Tyler trails off turning to look where I'm looking. He smirks. "Just wait here, Rivers."

He returns with a full bottle of bourbon whiskey. "Shit!" I chuckle holding the bottle and looking around warily. "Your dad is going to beat you down if he catches you!"

"Yeah. Let him try." Ty shrugs.

"Oh, screw it." I chuckle again and take a sip. Tyler cooes then downs the bottle. "Ty!" I gasp.

"Tyler?" Mr Lockwood calls from somewhere and Tyler coughs out the drink on the old lady standing behind me.

"Oh my God!" She shreiks. I laugh out like some monster at the look of her face as Tyler curses and ducks his head trying to hide behind me.

"Come on, you sucker." I laugh and drag him to where everyone is dancing.

"Why's everyone dancing?" Tyler says making a face. "Like it's some bad thing." I roll my eyes at him look over at the crowd. My eyes meet Stefan.

And he's dancing. Like he suddenly has no fucks to give to the world. He grins at me. I gasp.

"He's evolving, no?"

Ofcourse Hardin is standing next to me, after disappearing for almost a week. Since that night I was attacked. I don't turn to look at him. Tyler, on the other hand, looks annoyed.

"Who even let you in, asshole?"

"The Salvatore name does it for you." Hardin says icily. Tyler walks into his face. "Hey." I grab his arm.

"Suck a dick." He says angrily. Hardin grins dangerously.

"See that lady over there?" Hardin motions to Kelly standing at the bar, drinking. "Go tell her your dick is tiny and you can't take a piss." He compels Tyler.

"Fuck off. That's Matt's mom." A laugh escape my throat but I try to contain Ty. "Stop, Ty, stop." I try to grab ahold of him but he keeps walking up to Kelly like a robot.

"Let him have fun." Hardin touches my arm smiling. I glare at him crossing my arms. Tyler walks up to Kelly and I see Kelly's eyes bulging as he speaks to her.

"You're a pyschopath." I tell the irritating bastard in front of me.

"Because I got rid of that mad dog for you?" He chuckles pushing his hands in his pockets. His shirt tightens over his chest which is unbuttoned on the top. My eyes linger at the smooth exposed skin. Our eyes meet, he grins lopsided. Asshole.

"Tyler is my friend."

"Since when?" He narrows his eyes. "You remember he all wolfed up on you the last time, don't you?"

"I do." I say dismissing his irritation. "He apologized to me and I decided to let it go, that's it."

"That's it, Emma?" He frowns scanning my face. I look at him deadpanned. "He assaulted you! You should never forgive him for that. I don't understand why-"