Inconceivable: A Stefan Salvatore Love Story

Chapter 3

Mr. Tanner enters the room and immediately begins the lesson.

"The Battle of Willow Creek, took place at the end of the war, in our very own Mystic Falls.

How many casualties resulted in this battle, Miss Bennett?"

"Um, a lot. I'm sure, but like, a whole lot.", muffled laughs echoed through the class.

"Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Miss Bennett.", he said disapprovingly.

"Mr. Donavon, would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your jock stereo-type?"

"It's okay, Mr. Tanner. I'm cool with it."

I shook my head amusingly at his reply.

"Odette, surely you can enlighten us about one of the towns' most significantly historical events."

"I'm sorry, I don't know.", I gave an apologetic smile.

His mouth opened to speak, only to be overruled by another student.

"346 casualties. Unless you're counting local cilvions."

Mr. Tanner looked back at the bold soul and nodded.

"That's correct, Mister..."

"Salvatore.", he answered.

"Any relation to the original settlers of Mystic Falls?"

"Distant."

"Well, very good. Except of course, there were no cilvian casualties.", he shifted his attention to the board.

"Actually, there were 27, Sir. Confederate Soldiers, they fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons.

And they were wrong. It was a night of great loss. The Founder's Archives are stored in City Hall, if you'd

like to brush up on your facts; Mr. Tanner."

I forced back a giggle. I would have to thank him before the end of the day.

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The moment the final dismissal bell rang I was out the door.

I had to find Stefan and thank him for saving me in history. I owe that much to him.

"Odette, Bonnie and I were just about to head for The Grill, are you coming?", Caroline asked.

"Sorry I can't, I have plans."

"Like?", as much I love Caroline, she can be so nosy.

"I'm going to visit them.", I lied.

Her smile fell as she put an understanding hand on my arm.

"Maybe next time?", she said hopefully.

"Yeah."

Pleased with my response, she left. Now to find him.

I leaned against my little blue volts wagon beetle and waited.

Numerous people lingered near friends while others simply abandoned the campus.

None of them matched up with the mysterious guy from history.

I stole a brief look at the clock on my phone, it was already 20 minutes past dismissal.

He must have slipped by me.

"There's always tomorrow.", I thought to my self as I cranked up the car and headed home.