━━━ 'right. and then she stole your credit card and spent all your money so you had to commit fraud the entire way back'
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 a
girl from a broken
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The fluorescent lights shone down brightly onto the students' faces as they walked with intent towards their next class with only seconds to spare. On the sides of the hallway where the lockers stood, multiple couples were pushed up against the blue metal with their tongues down the others' throats.
Margot rolled her eyes in annoyance. This was the fifth time that week that something like this had happened and the third time that she had to push someone away in order to retrieve her textbook.
She was already angry from her monthly phone call with Damon and this was not helping her current mindset.
If only she had magic of her own to push away the stupid high school students away from her fucking locker. She could just stab them. Margot pondered on the thought for a few minutes before shaking her head and giving up on the idea of school before exiting the school through the back doors which led to the teachers' parking lot.
As she walked through the crowded lot, she noticed a group of students merged together in a hidden, shadowed corner. The scent of marijuana filled her senses and caused her nose to crinkle as she quickly walked past in an attempt to relieve her senses.
She wasn't against the drug, in fact, Stefan had given her a few edibles once after saying she needed to 'let her hair down'. Of course, it didn't end well. It ended great, actually. She and Stefan bonded over their love of baking, chocolate chip cookies and choux.
After that, they got high together a few times until Damon joined them and ruined all the fun by snapping Stefan's neck and eating all the cookies.
Dickhead.
Margot now preferred to indulge in the luxurious drink of vodka, or rather anything she could take from Stefan's, supposedly, hidden liquor cabinet. It wasn't really hidden, if it was, Stefan hadn't done a very good job of hiding it.
It wasn't until she reached the dark red car that was parked at the very edge that she let out a breath and took in the slightly fresh air. In the passenger seat, Stefan Salvatore sat calmly with a blood bag in his hand and a straw in his mouth as he silently sucked the thick red substance.
The seventeen-year-old rolled her eyes as she threw her backpack into the backseat before getting into the driver's seat. "We're doing this again? Really, dude?"
Stefan mocked her voice as he spoke, "Yes, dude."
"Fuck off," Margot muttered under her breath as she held out her hand.
"Try not to kill me this time," he told her before placing the keys in her hand. "This car was expensive."
"Oh, yeah? How many people did you kill for it?"
"Only six."
She chuckled, "Ah, sixty points for you, Mr. Ripper."
He grinned showing off his bloody teeth as he did so, "Why thank you. I'm thinking of pizza for you and a sorority for me for dinner. Does that sound alright?"
