{ first book in the "Other Gilbert" series }
Allison Gilbert had a semi perfect life with her parents and siblings. She was the straight A's and B's student and she was athletic, but not cheerleader athletic like her sister, Allison was more into ru...
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"Excuse me?!" Stefan and Allison exclaimed at the same time.
The blonde smiled, placing her hands on her hips. "She has an attitude, she's hot, she's got spunk. And she smells delicious."
"Oh trust me." Damon smirks, moving over and wrapping an arm around Allison's waist. "She is."
"Take your hands off me or else I won't stop myself this time." The hazel eyed brunette growled at him, and Damon quickly moved away, but for his reputation, he grinned. "Oh, don't be like that, little banshee."
"Wait," Lexi's eyes widened as she turned towards Stefan. "You didn't tell me you found the last banshee!"
"Never came up." Stefan shrugged, causing Lexi to punch his shoulder. "Hello, for that, you make it come it." Then the blonde moved back over and up the steps, shouting back. "I'm using your shower so I can get ready for the party."
"Party?" I question while looking towards Stefan, who just points at Damon before heading upstairs. Allison turned and gave Damon a pointed look while crossing her arms over her chest, waiting for an explanation.
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Later that day, Allison walked into the party with Caroline by her side. The blonde had also been allowed to pick Alli's outfit just to get her off the brunette's back, and Allison wasn't that happy about it. She had been left in a white tanktop, that was slightly flowy and in certain lighting, see through. The tanktop was also tucked into a tight gold skirt that stopped mid-thigh. Caroline had also made her wear the black heeled ankle boots that Alli had worn during the Halloween party.
And thankfully for Allison, she had managed to talk Caroline into letting her wear her black leather jacket, that was a bit big on her and also a bit worn out, but Caroline let it slide since it actually matched the outfit.
After managing to get away from Caroline, Allison made her way over and sat at the bar with an innocent smile on her lips. "Hey, Scotty...?"
The boy on the other side of the counter gave her a look, before shaking his head. "Nope."
"Just one shot, please." Allison tried, but Scott just shook his head. "Alli, you know I can't. You're not even 18 yet, let alone 21."
"Hey, if I'm old enough to work at a bar then don't you think I'm old enough to drink from one?" Allison said, using her amazing and desperately lame logic. Scott just shook his head, so Allison sighed, leaning on the counter-top. "Plus, we don't want boss finding out about that missing expensive bottle of vodka, do we?"
Now Scott's grin dropped, causing him to lean against the counter-top as well, challenging her. "You wouldn't."
"Try me." Allison challenged with a smirk. "You can see what Caroline managed to make me wear here. I'm desperate at this point. No telling what I'm capable of."
