She was the only thing he couldn't understand.
Caroline Forbes story. Kind of AU.
The Vampire Diaries season 4.
I do not own C. Forbes or any other TVD character. I just own my character and the plot.
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NOT EVEN A DAY PASSED WHEN SAM FOUND HIMSELF WALKING ALONG A COLLAGE DORM ROOMS. He held a dull look on his face as he dragged a crowbar behind him freely.
The hallway he was walking through was only dimply lit as Sam's phone rang suddenly. He stopped in tracks before taking his phone out. Caroline was calling so he answered the call with a smirk before throwing the crowbar over his shoulder. "Did you know Elena is sired to Damon?!" the blonde exclaimed angrily as Sam smirked to himself again.
"Congratulations, Caroline. You opened up the Pandora Box I had already looked at before," he praised her sarcastically before hearing someone in their office working. Sam leaned forward to the door as he listened. "Did you figure that out or was it Stefan?"
There was a slight groan from the other end as Sam chuckled in amusement. "What's worse is that Elena doesn't even know," Caroline snapped angrily. "Because you were supposed to tell her that since the moment you met her!"
"Are you done blaming me? Aren't you the one who's annoyed that I get into other people's business?" Sam asked her rhetorically as he didn't even want to know what Elena was doing at the moment.
"I mean, yeah, but... Why didn't you tell anyone?" Caroline asked, a little bit calm than before as Sam rolled his brown eyes before resting his back against the door. "Where even are you now?"
Sam smiled to himself. "Listen, I'm really thrilled to know you're talking to me but I'm a bit busy right now so bye bye, Caroline," Sam mused before hanging up the phone.
Professor Atticus Shane was in his office, rummaging through his papers when he heard a knock. Quickly raising his eyes up, the male furrowed his eyebrows in alarm. No one would ever come to meet him so late. "Who is it?" he asked, hoping it would only be one of his students, trying to get a better grade.
No one answered as that someone knocked once again. Shane looked around his table before looking further for a weapon to defend himself with. "Don't look for any weapons, Professor Shane," he heard a familiar silky voice. "Whatever you pick up, I'll know."
"Sam Rhee? What-what are you doing here?" Shane questioned as he took out a bat he was hiding in the closet. Slowly approaching the door Shane continued listening to what Sam had to say next.
Sam smirked behind the door as his hand reached down on the door knob. He pressed it down and the door slowly opened.
Shane raised his bat up when he finally saw Sam standing there, holding a crowbar in his hands. "Good evening, Professor Shane," Sam greeted before taking one step into the room.
