Her➳ Damon Salvatore

Isobel

Tessa's POV

"I'm supposed to help build the miss mystic float for the founder's day parade. If I don't, I get the wrath of Caroline. But I wanted to check in first," I told Damon over the phone.

"Well, I'm doing great, thanks for asking," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm checking on Stefan,"

"Oh, him? Oh, he's terrible," Damon answered and I frowned instantly.

"What's the matter?" is he okay?

"He's just back to boring, straight-laced, off the junk. You've successfully cured him of anything that was interesting about his personality," I rolled my eyes again. I thought something was actually wrong.

"Don't forget who helped me,"

"I hate myself," he said jokingly. "Hey, did uncle John mention anything to you about my field trip with the history teacher?" Damon asked as I heard movement through the phone speaker.

"No, I've still been avoiding him. Why? What's he up to?"

"I don't know but I'd love it if you could find out for me," he said trailing off.

"I've gotta go. I'm late," I sighed.

"Have fun with the mystic queen. I know I did," he smirked through the phone making me scoff and hang up.

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"What's up Ric?" Stefan asked sitting on his desk. I was suppose to see Bonnie and Caroline to help with the float but Alaric pulled us aside.

"Waiting on Damon, then I'll tell you," Alaric said typing on his phone. I sat down on a desk crossing my legs on it. Damon. Really? Minutes later the door opened and Damon walked in slamming the door shut behind him.

"Damon, thanks for coming," Damon smirked at Alaric.

"Sorry I'm late, the dog ate my, uh... nevermind," he smiled at his own joke.

"I saw Isobel last night," Rick said making my jaw drop.

"You saw my 'mother'?" I asked saying mother in quotations with my hands.

"She's here? In town?" Damon asked and Ric nodded. Damon looked at me with the same expression I had on my face. Surprised. I thought she didn't want to see me at all? "Did you ask her about uncle John? Are they working together?"

"No,"

"No they're not?"

"No, I didn't ask," Alaric shrugged.

"What about the invention?" Damon asked again.

"Didn't ask,"Alaric repeated.

"Does she know about the tomb of vampires?"

"I don't know,"

"Did words completely escape you?" Damon asked stepping in Alaric's face.

"No, I was a little too distracted by my dead vampire wife to ask any questions,"Alaric said sternly in Damon's face.

"What did she want?" Damon asked.

"She wants to see me, Damon," I guessed playing with my ring. Damon looked over at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm supposed to arrange a meeting," Alaric nodded looking away from Damon's glare.

"I guess we don't know why or what she wants," Stefan added.