Falling For Thy Enemy

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After the truce thing between mom and Mrs. King, I was too exhausted mentally to complete my unfinished homework so I called Hannah to meet me at Gypsy's diner. Of course she invited Keith the douchebag too, not that I minded.

"That's really fucked up of Josie. How does she expect the Kings and the James to live without killing each other?" Keith commented.

Hannah's eyes were still bulged out after I had retold the story of the truce twice. Keith nudged her, breaking her internal thoughts and she stuttered, "W-what?" 

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not telling that story thrice now, Han."

Suddenly, she clasped my palm in hers. "Clara, before that, I need you to do something for me."

I raised a brow. "And what exactly is that something?"

"I need you to write a will for me stating that after Stefan kills you in this span of one month, all you hot dresses, your killer heels oh and your amazing writing works will be mine. Pretty please?" She pleaded, sounding serious than cancer.

Keith's eyes perked up with delight upon hearing her and before I could speak any further, he opened his asshat mouth, "And all your home works and assignments that I'm sure you've done before hand will be mine. Oh, and your secret chocolate stash too."

"Hey!" Hannah hit his arm. "That has my equal share."

"Deal" He hollered.

I watched the exchange in amusement and anger both. Just imagine your best friends imagining your hypothetical death and sharing your personal underage inheritance. I leaned back and crossed my arms in front of me. "And what if I am the one who kills him?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at them.

Within a second, their smile faltered. "Shoot, I didn't think of that." Hannah mutters completely oblivious to my death glare. Keith, being smarter than her at the moment, makes a better decision to shut up.

"Wow. Can't believe you're sad that I won't be the one dying, Han." I mutter sarcastically. "Such a great friend I have here."

Realization dawned upon her face she let out a nervous laugh. "C'mom, C. You know I didn't mean it. It was just a joke, right Keith?" She turned to Keith with pleading eyes.

I shot him a glare too, daring him to agree. He looked back and forth between us before heaving a long sigh. "I think I'll go order us some pizza. Carry on, you guys." He said, getting up and walking casually as if he hadn't just imagined my murder.

I turned to Hannah who gave me that constipated smile again. "I think Keith needs a little help over there." She said, attempting to get up but my glare was enough of a glue to keep her rooted on her spot.

"Oh let it go now, Clara. I was just making sure your valuable clothes don't go waste." She throws and excuse.

"Yeah right." I roll my eyes sarcastically (I don't know how that's done but I did it anyway.)

"Food's here, ladies." Keith announced, as he returned from ordering our food, thankfully soon. "Olives and mushroom for you." He said, passing me a plate with two huge slices of my delicious pizza. "Pepperoni, tomatoes and onions for you." He laid another plate in front of Hannah. "And all of that for me." He laid a plate in front of him with overflowing toppings making me gag.

"Don't give my pizza that look, C." He demanded earning an eye roll from me.

"It feels like I'm celebrating my reunion with Devil with this pizza." I muttered.