The Siren

eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AFTER THE NIGHT she had, Breana was too distracted to pay attention to her surroundings. Stefan ignored her text and Elena told her that Stefan wanted to stay away from the both of them. As for Brendon, she was relieved that he didn't go crazy and after their talk, Breana made him promise not to tell anyone and he did.

Breana didn't want Brendon to be involved with the supernatural happenings in the town, but she wasn't going to be Elena, she didn't want to take the choice away from her brother, besides he knew about it way before she did.

It was history; there were rumors that there was a new history teacher after what had happened with Tanner. Breana looked around and saw she was sitting beside Bonnie and Elena on her other side, they both decided to go to class when they finished talking about Stefan, Lexi and Damon.

Breana sat next to Bonnie as Elena sat on the other side of the witch. The teacher walked in, "Good morning, everyone." He greeted, just as Breana noticed Bonnie's distressed face, "Alrighty." He turned around and started writing on the board.

Breana turned and frowned in worry when she got a good look of Bonnie, she looked like she hadn't had any sleep for a hundred years, "You okay?" Breana mouthed and Bonnie simply shrugged her shoulders making Breana's frown deepen.

Elena, who saw the interaction, she looked at Breana and they shared a worried look. The teacher turned back around to the class as Breana turned her head towards him again.

She looked at the board and his name was written on it, "Alaric Saltzman." He said, "It's a mouthful, I know, doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Saltzman is of German origins. My family immigrated here in 1755 to Texas. I, however, was born and raised in Boston." He told them, "Now, the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather, I will never be able to thank enough." Breana found it weird how he already had a lot to say about his name, "You'll probably want to pronounce A-laric, but it's Al-a-ric, okay? So, you can call me Ric." He said, giving the class a warm smile, "I'm your new history teacher."

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Breana had gone outside of the school after class to get some fresh air and to wait for Bonnie and Elena to drive them home. She saw Stefan sitting at a picnic table, Breana smiled slightly at the sight of Stefan, thinking she finally have a chance to talk to him.

Breana walked over to Stefan to join him and he saw her, "Hi." He greeted.

"You weren't in class." Breana said, her brows furrowing in concern, "I was worried."

"Yeah," Stefan breathed out, "I got your messages, and I'm sorry I didn't get back to you, but what I wanna say shouldn't be over the phone."

Breana frowned in confusion as her heart started beating in nervousness, "A simple I didn't kill my brother text would have sufficed."

"I didn't kill my brother," Stefan said dully, "as much as he deserved it." He scowled, "He has you to thank you for that."

Breana nodded her head, "So, what did you wanna tell me?" She asked curiously.

"I won't be coming to school anymore." Stefan started making Breana perk up and give him a look of astonishment, "I'm gonna back off and keep my distance. It's the right thing to do." He said, seeming determined with his decision.

Breana's lips parted as she shook her head lightly, "Back off from school or from me?" She asked softly, looking at Stefan with a frown on her face. When she was answered with silence, Breana pursed her lips, "Okay." She muttered, looking away from him.