Prank Night Fall Out

35. Punch Drunk

Pairing: Finn/Kol (M/m) wooden spoon

Klaus/Estel (M/f) hand

Request for Jazmine Ferguson:

Mystic Falls High School

Mystic Falls, Virginia 2010

50s Decade Dance

Friday Night

Forty minutes before

Rebekah found April and Jeremy dancing. "Where are Kol and Estel? It's almost time to go."

"I haven't seen them," April intoned.

"Well, we are not breaking curfew tonight, you hear. So be ready to go in fifteen minutes," Rebekah informed her.

April and Jeremy just latched onto each other closer. When Rebekah looked back, they were kissing. Rebekah had met a boy she liked herself. She had never seen him in school before, but Aaron Whitmore, was a cutie. He was an innocent looking blue-eyed blond with a killer bod. He had to leave suddenly when he got a text from his guardian. Rebekah figured he was another orphan, Mystic Falls was lousy with them.

Over on the other side of the dance, some of the football team was hanging out.

Noah hooted, "Yeah, man. Lockwood, did you spike the punch? Dude..."

Matt hissed, "Shut up, Noah. You tryin' to get him busted? Keep it down."

Noah was a linebacker on the team. His nickname was Dimwit and he was pretty dim overall. Noah was about 6 feet tall and 200 lbs, Matt also knew him because he delivered pizzas for the Grill.

Tyler was drunk and angry, "Yeah, Noah. I'm not in a good mood. An old dude is trying to move in on my girl."

Matt scoffed, "Ty, stop. Care isn't go to go for Kol's brother, man. Just go back out there and make up with her."

Noah grunted, "If you don't, I will."

Tyler turned and growled, "What did you say, Dimwit?"

Matt looked around. The 50s music was pumping, people were dancing, and Tyler was about to flip out.

Matt interceded abruptly, "Ty, let's go out and dance. He's a dumbass. Right, Dimwit?"

"Yeah, ha, I am pretty freaking dumb...But at least I'm big," Noah replied. Tyler wasn't about to let it go.

He punched Noah in the face, "Don't ever talk about Caroline again, you prick!" Noah's eyes glowed with rage, "You little rich shit! You want a beatin', you got one coming." Noah tackled Tyler and brought him to the floor, pounding his head into the ground. His werewolf strength allowed him to hold his own, but soon a crowd gathered around them. Matt yelled for Ric and Damon to stop the fight. Tyler was bloody, but not giving up. Ric pulled up Noah with some effort and Damon hauled a furious Tyler up.

"That's enough, Tyler," Damon said as he pulled him to the side of the room.

Ric had someone get Noah some ice and sat him down on a chair. He left when another teacher came over to help.

Ric asked Tyler, "You okay, Tyler?"

"Yeah, that dick made a comment about Caroline!" Tyler yelled, still angry. He spit blood on the floor. His Elvis costume was torn and his hair was a mess. Caroline ran over and looked at him in disgust.

"That's just an excuse for you to beat up someone. You are drunk, Tyler. And we are now broken up. You disgust me," Caroline said. Bonnie and Elena carted her off to the girls' room.