Stronger Than Compulsion // Klaroline

7. He's My Past, You're My Present

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Caroline

"Klaus, stop it! You're hurting me. I whine," his grip slightly loosening as I say that. He lets me go when we're far enough away.

"How could you do this? Date someone like him," His words are full of anger. I have never seen Klaus like this. So in rage, so furious- and at me.

"I had no clue you two were in some kind of war with each other. Don't you think if I did I would take your side?" I defend myself. Clearly, he doesn't, not by the glare he gives me.

"You don't know Marcel like I do. He's trying to take back my city every chance he gets. Can't you see it? He's using you, Caroline," He says as if I'm some dumb girl, incapable to have a real relationship. I scoff, shaking my head.

"Excuse me? Last time I checked you and I aren't dating and that means you don't get to tell me what I do," I snap at him. God, he drives me insane. Klaus frowns, huffing and crossing his arms like a child.

Weirdly enough, his jealousy and possession over me was quite attractive. I shake the thought from my head. Why was I even thinking of him in that way? I'm with Marcel!

"When he breaks your heart don't expect me to be there to pick you back up," he growls, rudely.

I let a scoff escape my lips, crossing my arms and walking away. I can't deal with his childish behavior. I get he's angry and jealous but his words can hurt. I know he doesn't mean it because even as murderous and manipulative as Klaus is, he would never hurt me.

"You know what? I don't need you to help 'pick me back up', because he won't ever break my heart. Marcel is a good guy, unlike you," I snap at him, turning on my heel swiftly and walking away.

"Where are you going?" He quickly follows after me.

"Home."

"Let me guess; you live with that-"

"Whatever you have against Marcel does not conflict with us, got it? Just stay out of my relationship!" I yell, furious with him. He pauses, opening his mouth to say something before closing it again. I resume walking home, not hearing him follow this time.

When I get back to the flat, Marcel is sitting in front of the television talking to someone on the phone. He sends me a small wave, and I grin in response, taking a seat next to him.

"Yeah I'll talk to you later about this. All I know is that he's losing his mind over this," he hangs up, turning his attention towards me. I gently kiss his lips, missing him more after what Klaus said. He wouldn't use me, would he? No. No he's too nice. I can't let Klaus's stupid words get to my head. What did he know? He didn't know our relationship... he's just jealous.

"Who was that on the phone?" I nosily ask. He shrugs.

"No one, just work related stuff," he responds. I nod, believing him.

"You okay? I'm sorry for not telling you beforehand. I didn't know you two were so... close," he awkwardly states. I smile at his kindness and genuine state.

"We aren't close necessarily. We just have a history I guess. But that's all it is. History. The past. You're my present now and that's all that matters," I smile. He can't help a grin reaching his lips.

"What did he say to you back there?" He asks. I give him a questioning look. Why did he want to know?

"Nothing that's important. He just doesn't approve of the two of us. But who cares?" I can't help noticing Marcel's nervousness, or excitement- one of those two.

"Yeah, who cares."