"I am not the kind of princess that needs saving. I'm probably not a princess at all. You can be the gallant prince all you want, that's fine. But, get the saving me part out of your head. I am not a damsel in distress, I am not a trapped girl. If I...
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"And, she used to be the sweetest girl. . ."
~ Unknown
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"No friend discounts. No freebies. No pay-ya-laters. We are not running a charity here. No, we are not." Caroline is telling me as we sit at the pay booth.
"No, we are not." I agree, nodding, amused.
"Hi." Stefan greets as he comes up to us.
"Hey, Stefan." I return with a kind smile.
"The event is called Sexy Suds, you know?" Caroline scolds the vampire before she leaves to instruct the other volunteers.
"Did I just get scolded?" He asks, amused.
"And, judged, yeah." I nod, chuckling.
"Wow." He shakes his head with a soft smile. "Alright." The bunny-snatcher says, removing his shirt to lay on the table, and I have to force myself not to gawk at his physique as I look back to the things on the table in front of me instead.
'He's not your type, Elena. Don't let those stupid Travelers fool you.' I tell myself sternly.
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Caroline had eventually come back and sent Stefan and I to wash some cars. To pass the time, we've been making idle chit-chat like we had at the Founder's Party.
"Okay, I'm gonna get some more towels." I say, excusing myself when the conversation begins to taper off.
"Okay." The broody-vampire nods, still washing the car.
"Hey, we're out of towels and those shimmy things." I tell Caroline as I sit beside her at the makeshift till stand.
"I'll go get some more. Mind the money." The blonde says, leaving me to head in to the school.
After a few minutes, the old man from The Grill yesterday comes up to the stand.
"That'll be twenty-dollars." I smile at the man, reaching forward to take the cash when I see him beginning to take the cash from his wallet. "I saw you last night. You were talking to a friend of mine. At The Grill?" I remind the man conversationally.
