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"I don't understand why you do everything he says," I muttered to Rebekah as we walked through the cafeteria towards the table in the corner of the room. Walking past the tables, I sent Care a small smile and she grinned back and turned to talk to Elena. As Elena's eyes met mine, I watched them grow sad and looked back at Bekah.
"I owe him," she answered simply and I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at her.
"You always give me that answer," I muttered, sitting down across from her. "How many times can you possibly owe him?"
"You owe him, what, four times already?" She asked absentmindedly and I shrugged, having lost count of the number of times he'd claimed that I 'owed' him. "Keep in mind that I've known him all of my life and I'm almost 1000 years old."
"I suppose." I muttered in irritation, setting my chin in my hand. "I just don't want to have to spend the entire day with him and his colossal ego."
"Then don't."
I looked up at her, startled by the hidden tone her voice carried. If there was one thing I knew about both Care and Bekah when the two of them sounded like this, they were busy coming up with something. I swear if the two of them ever teamed up against a single person then that person would go missing the very same day and no one could be able to find a single trace of them.
"What?" I asked apprehensively.
"Well Kol asked me to invite you over because he wanted to spend the day with you-"
"Figures."
Ignoring my interruption, she continued, her eyes locked onto mine so that I could see the mischief brimming in them. "But instead of spending the day with him, you could spend the day with me and go shopping or something." She grinned. "It would piss him off quite a bit."
"What had he done to irritate you?"
"Recently?" She asked and I nodded. "Nothing," she said making my eyebrows shoot up. "He's my brother and that is reason enough."
"Alright," I muttered. "It might not be a good idea but let's do it. Let's piss off an original." I blanched, hearing my words and muttered under my breath. "Oh my God, I'm turning into Damon."
Rebekah obviously heard my words but rolled her eyes in response as the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch.
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"Ready to go?"
Closing my locker door, I looked up at the original that stood by my locker. "Go where Kol?"
