Hunter (tvd x male oc)

Chapter 3: Hallway talks

"So, who do you think it is?" Aneesa asks her friend as her dark brown eyes hidden by shaded glasses scan the school hallway and it's students. She occasionally stops on a person she doesn't like or who recently annoyed her, silently hoping one of them is the bloodsucker so nobody she likes has to die by her friends hand—plus, not having Nancy remind her teacher about assignments would be nice.

"Are you on your period?" Sullivan asks, looking the "inconspicuous" girl up and down. She's wearing a pair of his old sweatpants that she ruined within the first weak of having them, he knows this because he definitely didn't give them to her riddled with holes and with stains marring the soft fabric. She's also wearing a black hoodie (this one she stole from him), the large hood is pulled over her head in a poor attempt of a disguise. "I thought you had that last week." He murmurs to himself as he trades books from his locker to his bag, and vice versa, grunting with effort as he forces one of the larger books in a space too tight for it.

"Wha—no. I'm being inconspicuous." Aneesa pulls her shades off and hood down—shoving the tinted glasses into one of the hoodies pockets—with furrowed brows. She pushes Sullivan away from his locker—and ignoring his scoff—to fix her messed up hair in his lockers mirror, groaning as she begins to untangle a knot that formed.

"I don't know about inconspicuous, but you look hungover." He ignores the weak slap his bicep gets for the comment, and instead decides to focus on her question: "And what do you mean "who do you think it is?"

"I mean..." Aneesa trails off as she gives up on de-tangling her hair to put it up in a messy bun. "Who do you think the vampire is?" She quietly finishes as she turns to Sullivan, slamming his locker closed to cover her words, and ignoring the startled glares she receives at the sudden sound.

"Probably the new kid." He guesses as he leans against his locker. Sullivan rests his head back against the top of the locker as his eyes lazily scan the hallway, his right thumb unconsciously spinning the ring on his right ring finger in a bored gesture.

"How come?" Aneesa wonders as she puts her shades back on, and leaning back against the lockers in a similar way to her friend, the difference being is that her head is tilted upwards and to the left, looking up at the boy through her lashes.

"Think about it," Sullivan looks down at her through the corner of his eyes, their browns eyes locking "he gets here and the same night Vicky gets attacked?" He explains as he takes the shades off of Aneesa's face to wear them instead—the black shaded glasses resting lowly on the bridge of his nose. "Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?"

"Or not a coincidence at all." Aneesa agrees with him, even if she's a bit bummed that Nancy wasn't the one responsible for Vicky Donovan's hospitalisation—she would've loved to not have to hear her prissy voice again; plus then Aneesa would have a legitimate, socially acceptable reason for wanting the the girl permanently gone if she was a blood sucking abomination.

"You wanna go to a club tonight?" Sullivan suddenly asks, derailing their previous conversation entirely. All he's though about are vampires for the past few days; he wants a night of mindless teenage fun that'll result in him vomiting due to over intoxication.

"Uh, sure, I guess?" Aneesa squints up at the tall boy, taken off guard by the sudden question. She'd love nothing more than dress up in barely any clothing at all and go dancing, clinging to Sullivan's arm like she apparently always does when she gets so drunk she can't stand in one spot without falling on her face, and then laughing as she watches her intimidating looking friend drunkenly cry over Pixar movies (i.e., Up), but she doesn't get why he's the one asking; usually she has to beg him to go out, and usually has to result to guilt tripping him into having fun, saying something along the lines of, "But who'll make sure I don't get taken advantage of when I'm drunk?" which, paired with puppy eyes, always works. "Why?" Aneesa wonders after realising she's just been squinting up at him accusingly while lost in her own thoughts.

"Because it's fun." Sullivan furrows his brows in confusion and smiles an awkward smile that doesn't suit his face's sharp features. He shrugs his shoulders when she continues to look up at him intensely enough to burn holes through his skull, and pushes himself off of his locker to walk away, talking over his shoulder when he says; "You don't have to come, I just thought you'd want to."

"Of course I want to come." Aneesa scoffs when Sullivan doesn't stop to wait for her to push away from the lockers to follow, but instead keeps walking a quick stride with long legs—she has to break into a light jog to catch up with him before she tries again. "I meant; why are you asking me? I'm usually the one that has to beg you to go out." The only other time he's been the one to propose going out when he was already drunk—Aneesa had to practically funnel the alcohol into him; he has an insane tolerance.

"I don't know how to respond to the that." Sullivan answers honestly as he moves the shades on the bridge of his nose to rest on the crown of his head, keeping his bangs out of his face; he needs to cut his hair soon. The glossy black catches the attention of a few students as it weakly reflects the light in the hallway, but mostly because it's not a particularly sunny day, it's the opposite, actually; the blue skies are blanketed by thick grey clouds, only the occasional ray of sunshine manages to make it past the rain-heavy clouds.

The two friends fall into a comfortable silence after that, the white noise of chatting strangers and friends fills the otherwise silent world, the promise of spending the night together getting drunk (probably too drunk) and dancing to shitty club music making them temporarily forget about their problems.

The same problem, whom possesses pretty hazel-green eyes, observes them as they walk, the two's previous conversation replaying in his mind; "Who do you think it is?" "Probably the new kid. He gets here and the same night Vicky gets attacked? Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?"

"Stefan, are you okay?" Elena's wide brown eyes that look so much like her's breaks him out of his own thoughts. He's comforted by the fact that those pools of brown posses only kindness and innocence, not manipulation and cruelty.

"You wanna go to a club tonight?"

"Hey, do you want to go to a club with me tonight?"

(An: Sorry for not updating in a hot minute, things have been going on and I kinda just forgot to write. I still don't know how consistent or inconsistent updates will be, but I'll try to update more consistently—or at least more consistently than it has been, at the very least.)