Have Faith In Me || D. Salvatore

0.7

Quintyn spent her morning arguing with her father on why she couldn't skip on the second day of school. The more she listened to Caroline talk about cheer leading and the party at the falls, she had begun to wish that she had faked food poisoning from her dads cooking. It was edging fourth period by the time she escaped from Caroline's torturous, incessant talking. She felt guilty for the rush of relief she felt when they parted ways. Caroline had been a great friend for no real reason at all, and had given her insight to all of Mystic Falls. As grateful as she was for Caroline, Quinn needed time to adjust alone. It wasn't that she didn't want friends, she just wasn't used to them.

Although she had felt relieved to be alone, her alternative wasn't much better. Unlike her father, Quinn's least favorite history was American History. Now she could watch Elena's brain cells deplete as she fell harder for Stefan, as well as her level of interest as Tanner droned on. Stefan seemed nice enough, but something about him made Quinn disgusted for no particular reason. She was a rather intuitive piscean who trusted her gut. This time her gut screamed to stay away far away from Stefan, and so she would.

"The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle? Ms. Bennett?" Tanner broke Quinn out of her thoughts. She eyed Bonnie curiously expecting her to know the answer by heart. After all, her own father had described it as the one of the most exciting moments in Mystic Falls History. "Um...a lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot." Bonnie smiled sheepishly. Tanner's voice was thick with annoyance. "Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett. Mr. Donovan? Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?"

"It's okay, Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it." Matt practically laughed at the question. Quinn was in awe. She had only lived in Mystic Falls for half a week and already knew the history like the back of her hand. How could people who were born here not know information about the battle that made Mystic Falls worth putting on the map? "Hmm. Elena? Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significantly historical events?" Tanner asked. Finally, someone who would something about anything related to town history, Quinn thought. "I'm sorry, I--I don't know." Elena stuttered.

Disappointment was written all over Tanner's face. "I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena. But the personal excuses ended with summer break." Elena looked to be on the verge of tears. Quinn instinctively shot her hand in the air, but was interrupted before Tanner could even call on her. "There were 346 casualties. Unless you're counting local civilians." Stefan interjected. Quinn was suddenly curious. According the Caroline, Stefan claimed he was from a military family who moved around often, and never specified having founding relatives. Why did he know ? Tanner looked just as surprised as Quinn. "That's correct. Mister...?"

"Salvatore." Stefan answered defiantly. "Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?" Tanner eyed him quizzically. "Distant." Stefan answered vaguely. "Well, very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle." Tanner argued. Quinn was confused by Tanner's argument. Benn had told her there were 27. " Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers, they fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss. The founder's archives are, uh, stored in civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts, Mr. Tanner." Stefan shot back. The look of disgust remained on Tanner's face for the remainder of the period.

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Quinn had planned to walk to the falls before realizing how long of a distance the party was from her house. Benn wouldn't be home until five, and then he would want to chat and grab dinner. Besides, it wasn't like the head of the town sheriff department would be willing to drive his teenage daughter to a party he would probably have to bust. Instead of waiting for her dad to get home, she picked her dinner from their mostly empty refrigerator door, and walked to Caroline's house. Caroline was picking up some things for the party, leaving Quinn time to only do some small touch ups to her makeup.