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└➤ CLARA SALVATORE was a dreamer. She lived under the spells of happily ever afters, believing that one day she would find her prince charming and her dad might reunite with his long lost love and finally they would become a perfect f...
'Cause when you're fifteen And somebody tells you they love you You're gonna believe them
– Fifteen (Taylor Swift)
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After Mr. Tanner's death it was obvious that a new history teacher would replace him at Mystic Falls High. And that day arrived at last when a new face entered the classroom full of students. However, one particular person was missing. Stefan wasn't here and I didn't know whether that was a good sign or a bad one. Honestly, I didn't even blame him for his absence because he must have still been grieving Lexi who was probably his best friend. And I knew very much what losing a friend felt like.
The new history teacher's name was Alaric Saltzman. He told us more about his family's origins and how they emigrated here from Germany in 1755 to Texas, even though he was born and raised in Boston. And because of the difficulties with pronouncing his name he said how we should call him Ric.
The rest of the day flew by easily. I sat alone during lunchtime like always and when it was finally time to leave school, I put my backpack on my shoulder and exited. But to my surprise, I didn't get far because another figure stepped into my way. Someone I wasn't expecting to cross paths today.
"Stefan, hi," I greeted him.
"Hi," he said, "can we talk?"
"I'm in a rush honestly," I excused myself quickly. "Maybe another time..."
I attempted to walk past him but his next words made my legs freeze. "I know what you did to Vicki."
I had no doubt that he was referring to the Halloween Party. And I was also aware that he heard how my heart started beating for two.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, playing clueless.
"You know it, Clara," he replied and went to stand in front of me once again. This time I didn't move from my spot.
I looked into his eyes. "What do you think you know?"
"That you're not as ordinary as you pretend to be," he revealed and if my heart wasn't racing as fast as now, I was convinced it would stop at this very moment. "And my brother doesn't know it, does he?"
I stayed silent.
"He is convinced you are only a little puppet for him, someone to drink from," he continued. "But little does he know that you aren't so easy to control."
