❛i'm not human, Brea. I haven't been for centuries. So why are you expecting me to act like one?❜
❛i deserve to spend the rest of my life with someone with a heart. if you can't find a shred of humanity in you, then i can't find a reason to stay.❜
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salted wounds season one episode one prologue
February 4th, 2009 marked the day Brea Lockwood finally returned to Mystic Falls High School, ending her expulsion. Her behavior had caused quite a stir, leading to her temporary departure. Following a heated altercation between the sophomore Brea and a senior girl, the school principal, after much deliberation, imposed a suspension lasting the entire summer break, resulting in a substantial five-month hiatus. Therefore, as it was Brea's first day back to school after what felt like years, she stood no chance arguing against her friends who insisted that they pick her up.
With a firm grip on the blue handle, Brea carefully pulled open the car door of her best friend's car. She was greeted by the familiar scent of leather and Bonnie Bennett's favorite air freshener.
"Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence again."
It was no secret that the three girls hadn't necessarily kept contact all the time throughout Brea's suspension. However, they did hang out here and there. It was mostly due to her father punishing the girl for her behavior, not allowing her out of the house most of the time. However, she found a mere loophole and escaped from her window from time to time.
"Did you miss me?" Brea's face brightened as Bonnie finished speaking. She secured her seat belt and leaned forward, her palms resting atop of Elena Gilbert's seat.
"It was too quiet without you." Elena spoke up, turning her head slightly to glance at the girl sitting in the back seat, a small smile plastered against her face.
"Seems like my Grams can't get enough of you. She wants to invite you around for dinner again." Bonnie quipped, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, a hint of amusement in her tone. Hinting to a month ago when both her Bonnie and Sheila Bennett had gone out for lunch at the grill seeing as the elder woman hadn't seen the brunette for years and wanted to know how she was doing.
