Merciless - TVD [1]

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At the Mystic Grill, Mallory was sitting with Jeremy at a booth while both of them did homework. Mallory rolled her eyes every time she noticed, a girl she went to school with, glance over at Jeremy, "When did Jeremy Gilbert get so cute?" She asked her friend, Aimee.

"Oh, no," Aimee replied, shaking her head, "Stay away. Two reasons. One, he has a girlfriend, who's sitting right beside him. And two, that guy's damaged goods."

Mallory's eyes soon locked on Tyler, who sat alone. She sighed, turning to Jeremy, "I'm going to go talk to Tyler. Wanna come with?" She proposed and Jeremy seemed hesitant.

"Sure," he finally replied before standing up with Mallory and walked over to Tyler.

"Hey, Tyler, how you been?" Mallory greeted Tyler, causing the boy to look up.

"Since when?" Tyler questioned her with a bit of an attitude.

"Uh, I don't know," Mallory replied, taking a seat with Tyler beside Jeremy, "I haven't seen you much since your father's funeral. I just figured maybe that--" She began to say until Tyler cut him off.

"I'm fine, Mallory," He snapped at her, but Mallory didn't even seem bothered by it.

"I was trying to be nice, but whatever. Screw you," Mallory told him coldly, "Come on, Jer."

Mallory and Jeremy got up from their seats, about to walk back over to their booth when Tyler spoke up, "Wait. Hold up." He called out, causing both Jeremy and Mallory to turn to him once more, Mallory trying her hardest not to smirk since her plan was working, "I'm sorry."

"You should be," Mallory responded with an attitude.

"Bad day. Bad month," He informed her, causing both her and Jeremy to walk over.

"Listen, you were nice to me that day, at the wake, Mallory," Tyler began to tell her and Jeremy immediately turned to her, giving a puzzled look, "Thanks for that. I felt like kind of a freak show."

"Yeah, well," She paused, turning to glance at Jeremy, who smiled, "We know the feeling well."

"Definitely," Jeremy quietly agreed with her before giving Tyler a confused look, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Distracting myself," Tyler informed him, gesturing to his phone.

Mallory frowned as she turned her head to see Aimee and Sarah walking over, "Hey," Amber greeted Tyler with a smile, "Thanks for the text. Where to?"

"My place," Tyler informed the group, "My mom's gone all day. Empty house, fully stocked bar."

"Margaritas?" Aimee questioned and Mallory scoffed at her stereotypical drink.

Mallory didn't fit with what girls her age liked to drink. Most girls at fifteen would want to drink and margaritas, but Mallory had an old soul and enjoyed drinking scotch and bourbon. Of course, that was because she wasn't actually fifteen, she was hundred years old.