On My Own (TVD Series)

Burning Flames

Changing out of my clothes, I stayed inside the closet until I picked out some dark washed shorts which I tightened with a thin brown belt, a black halter top paired with a green and blue plaid shirt and some worn out converse.

Peeking my head out my closet door, I hurried up and grabbed an old baseball cap with a NY logo on the front before I grabbed my backpack, the storage tube with some paintings, and quietly headed down stairs.

Stepping down on the first floor, I looked around the hall listening if Damon or Stefan were down here waiting for me. Heading to the kitchen, I passed the living room where Damon was standing behind the liquor cabinet with a ball glass in his hands. Pausing for a minute, I looked at him just before lowering my head and striding to the kitchen.

I could hear his footsteps echo into the room, as the ice cubes clinked against the glass. Grabbing something to drink from inside the fridge, Damon was leaning on the door frame staring at me.

"Lauren?" Stefan said as he was walking down the stairs.

Bending down, I grabbed my bag and the storage tube before running out the back door with my drink in hand.

Stefan's POV

Stepping into the kitchen, I heard the back door slam just as I walked in. Damon was standing in the door frame, looking down at his ball glass.

"You didn't stop her?" I asked him.

"If you haven't noticed we particularly like each other, Stefan. She threw me against the wall."

"She's scared, Damon. She has no idea what happened to her last night, you could at least set your ego aside and help because she's family." I hissed.

"I accomplished my good deed by keeping the cops off our backs. For which, I received to gratitude."

"You killed Lexi. She never deserved that, Damon."

"And I have a sister...which I never deserved either." He hissed, turning around and heading back into the living room.

Lauren's POV

Crossing the street, I said 'Hi' to a few of my friends from my history class before walking past them. 

Crowds of teenagers stood outside the school as the minority of them were trying to get inside, including me.

"Hey..." I heard Mat say, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Hi..."

"I wanted to text you last night, but then..." Stopping himself from talking, he had glanced down at the storage tube around my shoulder.

"You're into art?" He asked, pointing to the tube.

"Oh, um...yeah. They're just some paintings for Mrs. Lockwood, she asked to paint originals for her."

"Is that why you're going inside so early?"

"Sort of...there's a place where I like to paint."

"That's cool, where is it?" He asked.

Taking a step back, I smirked at him before raising my head and looking up at the roof.

"You're kidding right?"

"What can I say, I like an adventure."

"And referrals...how do you get up there anyway?"

"The janitor, he keeps the door open for me whenever I want," I whispered.

Seeing as his eyes kept looking down and then back at me, I tightened my grip on my backpack.

"Do you wanna come up with me? It's not as scary as you think." I added.