Stefan and Delena: Origin

{3} Confession (Edited)

I parked the car and hopped out, locking it quickly behind me with the simple click of the car key button. I hurried through the streets searching for the Grill which I found surprisingly hard, I practically lived there. It was more crowded than usual, people I've never even seen before walking past me. I'd lived in this town all my life, how did I not know these people? It bothered me, I didn't know why. I guess it had something to do with the fact that I wanted to know more people since my parents died, and I had no clue who anyone was, I didn't even recognise one face, Mystic Falls wasn't a place for tourists either... I didn't bother to really look at them, I didn't want Caroline to be more angry than she already was. I tried to pushed through with my elbows, a little trick I'd learnt. Your elbow was the strongest joint in your body. And this was one of those moments you wished you had vampire speed, no wonder Caroline was early, she missed the rush hour of people hurrying to god knows where.

And there it was, the Mystic Grill. I heaved a whole load of air into my lungs, I was here. I flung the doors open and stormed in, Caroline was sitting at a table all by herself sipping her drink. She checked her phone, put it down and her eyes drifted up and met mine. She stood up and waved me over. I obeyed and hurried to her table. The very same table Caroline either demands or compels out of people. I had no clue why she loved that table so much, in my opinion I didn't like sitting there. It was based in the middle of the Grill, everyone free to get a look at us. It was the opposite of being isolated.

"Where have you been?!" she exclaimed, running her fingers through her soft bouncy curls.

"Sorry, I slept in late." I mumbled as I pulled out my chair and slumped back in my seat,

"Seriously? That's your excuse?" She replied, glaring at me. She pulled out her own chair and at back down, expecting me to compliment the table she'd chosen. Let's just say she was going to be disappointed.

"I completely lost track of time, I'm really sorry." I told her.

"Whatever, so I really need to tell you something. It's been practically lodged in my throat for a while and I know you deserve to know." She drew her eyes away from me, worrying me to the point that I wanted to explode.

"What?" I asked, unsurprised.

"Okay, don't freak out... I know where Stefan is." She announced. My jaw almost dropped to a polo shape.

"What? I thought he was gone for good..."

"Actually, he has been staying at mine..." She trailed off, looking into her drink.

"What! Why? When? How did I not know about this!"

"He was waiting for you and Damon to argue and break up, so he could get you back. But, it's been three months now, he's starting to give up." She explained. "He doesn't know I'm here, but I'm telling you this because if you really want him to stay I suggest you get your butt over to mine. Like right now." Caroline handed me a set of her keys with a promise I would return them. I thanked her with a hug and ran to the exit doors of the Grill. I stopped quickly and span on my heel running back to her.

"Tell Matt I said hi? Thank you!" I screeched spinning around heading back to the door. I stopped and knelt down, pulling off my uncomfortable shoes. Today was not the day to break them in, I decided. I continued to run in my plain black socks, also uncomfortable when my feet hit the solid floor as I ran. That wouldn't stop me. I got to my car and fumbled for my car keys in my pocket avoiding to retrieve Caroline's. I pulled them out and opened the car door, sliding into the drivers seat. As soon as I was on the road every driver was getting on my nerves, it was like they were purposely driving slow just to tick me off. My road raging was almost embarrassing to witness. I don't know how many times I honked the horn but it became a habit by the time I arrived at Caroline's house. I left my shoes in the car and hopped up the steps to the front door. I jiggled with the lock and as soon as it opened I shot into her porch. Where could he be?

"Caroline? Is that you?" A familiar voice shouted. I ran in the direction of the voice. This was it. After three months and five days in counting, I was about to come face to face with the guy whose heart I had taken in my hands and split in two.

I took a deep breath and stormed into the room. Stefan was sitting on the sofa, he turned his head and saw me. His expression was heartbreaking. He looked upset, angry and betrayed all in one.

"Don't leave." I cried out.

What was I doing? I had chosen Damon, hadn't I?