(Y/n) is a lively and endearing person with a chaotic, painful and mysterious past.
She lives in a small town called Mystic Falls, where she fights and courageously helps her friends survive.
But she is suddenly confused when a psychotic hybri...
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Heart's getting torn from your mistakes🎶
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To my dismay, the grill was full of people, meaning my food could take a while to arrive. But while didn't arrive, Rebekah and I started to exchange a quiet conversation.
I notice a mischievous look in her eyes as she checks her cell phone. Her eyes dart to me like she's up to something. Suspect.
"So how about telling me more about you and my brother?" She comments with a knowing smile.
"Do you already have any clothes to go to the dance?" I purposely ignore her line as I hold back an eye roll.
"Changing the subject won't work".
"I had a dress but Caroline threw it in my face as she forbade me to wear it claiming it was too ugly, so I just let her pick something out for me" I try to change the subject again which results in a frown annoyed from her "Letting her choose treats me less of a headache".
"I'm serious" she grumbles, leaning in a little.
"I am too" I retort "Caroline has always been a bit controlling, her vampire status just amplified that".
"Why are you avoiding it?".
"I'm serious, she has to be careful, my heart is sensitive, what if I get hurt?" I pout while holding back a laugh. It looked like Rebekah was trying hard not to kick me out of my chair.
"Come on" she grumbles, throwing her arms up in irritation.
"We may not talk about he, we'll consider it a forbidden subject" I grumble looking greedily at a waiter who was walking by with an order on top of a tray, but I almost cry when he walks right past me and hands it to the other table. Slutty bitch.
Rebekah huffs out a laugh, probably laughing at the sad pout I sent the waiter. I swear I saw a sympathetic look on his face."Kind of hard to ignore when he keeps asking me about you" she mutters looking at her nails. My eyes almost fly towards her feeling my heart stutter. For a second I forget to breathe. Really?
