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"ELENA KNOWS."
Charlie gasped in shock as she sprung out of bed, her heart beating a mile a minute. She looked up to see a figure standing at the end of her bed. She gasped again and immediately went into defense mode. She was about to move toward the figure when she stepped on the corner of her sheet. Next thing she knew, she was face to face with the floor.
"Ugh," she groaned, standing up and cradling her head in her hand. Suddenly, her light turned on, illuminating the room. She moaned again because of the brightness and the person in her room. She rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the light.
She murmured, "What are you doing here, Stefan? It's the middle of the night. This is creepy." She walked closer to him so that she could slowly inch him closer and closer to the window. That way, maybe he'd get the hint and leave.
"Elena knows," the Salvatore brother responded. "What the hell did you tell her?"
"First of all, I don't like your attitude, Stefan. Keep your panties on. Second of all, I didn't tell her anything, but you know what? Maybe I should tell her that you're a creep that sneaks into girls' rooms at-" she checked her alarm clock, "-1:48 in the morning! Can't we just talk about this tomorrow?"
Stefan tilted his head, nodding towards the clock. "It's 1:48," he pointed out.
"So, it's already tomorrow." She brought her hands to her face and slowly slid them down, pulling her cheeks and eyes down too.
The vampire held back a laugh before telling her, "Well, technically, we'll never reach tomorrow. It's a relative term, and-"
The girl took a deep breath, interrupting him. "Stefan, it is almost 2:00 in the morning, and vampire or not, I am this close to punching that pretty face of yours," Charlie said, bringing up to fingers and holding them very close to one another.
This caused Stefan to stop for a second. "You think my face is pretty?" he asked, smirking at the girl's comment.
"It won't be for much longer if you don't get to the point."
"What am I going to do?" he quizzed, changing the subject and sitting on the edge of her bed. The Lockwood girl rolled her eyes. Aren't vampires supposed to be, like, introverts with trust issues? she thought. Why is Stefan being so weird?
