𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

VIII

Lady Misery and Lord Manipulation

In case you wondered how it looked like their clothes, there they are.

Funny thing how life works. In a moment you are at the top of the world, and at the next second, you're in the mud. Rosalyn knew both feelings, and in her short time in the Salvatore School, she had more ups and downs than she had in a long time. But she was strong, or so did she wanted to believe, and she had more friends. She had met Landon, who started to feel like some kind of brother, and she had Jasmine, who was a great friend. And obviously, there was Carter. The werewolf was there for her every time she needed a shoulder to cry on, and even though the green-eyed girl didn't notice, everyone around her could see that he was in love with her.
Hope Mikaelson was also spending time with her, and Lizzie didn't seem to like it. Rosalyn knew that her cousin was waiting for her to snap in any second now that she didn't have Penelope, but she was fine like that. Or so she liked to think.

But deep down, she was counting every second that had passed from the last kiss. 2,160,000 seconds, a total of 25 days since Penelope had last talked to her, last time they had been friends. Now, they would occasionally look at each other, not for too long, but long enough to make them smile. This didn't go unnoticed by Carter who knew that, if he wanted to have Rosalyn to himself, he would need to do more than a little of flirting and get Penelope to get away from the green-eyed girl.

That's why, he decided to make his move on founder's day. That day was one of the few days that the students could go out of the school and use their facade of rich troubled kids. The actual mayor, David Harrington, had even asked Alaric for a couple to be at the parade, and Carter, without thinking twice, told the headmaster that he would do it and take Rosalyn with him.
The man, seeing the state her niece was decided that it would be great. So there they were, with Carter wearing a dark three-piece suit that looked from the Victorian era, and Rosalyn was wearing a blue dress. The boy looked at her friend a little while before he took her hand.

-You look good today, Lady Rosalyn -he said with a smile.

-Oh, thanks, Lord Carter, I spent a lot of time with Lady Jasmine trying to fit into the dress, and I must admit that it is hard breath with this. -she answered mocking his tone.

-Then we are lucky to not live in the past century. Now, I am afraid that we won't have Alaric to drive us, but the party with the locals made me be friends with a few...

-Who's car are we talking about?

The victory party with Stefanie Salvatore turned into a party where Rosalyn got invited, and where one gets in, there can be two, and somehow the Salvatore School and the Mystic Falls School started to bond through parties. Of course, there were a very few that couldn't get past the years of hate and fights, but a big part of the school was actually trying to have a good bond of them. However, Carter always had strange friends, and as far as the green-eyed girl knew, she was friend with the Connor wannabe and some other peculiar people.

-I know you don't like him, but in my defense, he's going to the parade, so I saw the chance and I took it.

-But not him, he's always flirting with me, or every girl she can find.

-And that makes you mad because you're not interested in boys or because it's him?

The green-eyed girl realized that no one knew a lot about her. They knew that she liked brownies, or that she couldn't sleep anywhere but her bed, or that she was afraid of heights. But no one knew that she was the only daughter of her mother, or that she spent three years waiting for her father to come back, or that she fell in love, or that she is too scared to fly on a plane that the night before she can't sleep. No one knew, no one but Penelope, the one who decided to run away.
That thought made her realize that she hadn't let anyone in other than her ex-friend, and that made her a little angry at herself. She shouldn't have put all of her in someone else.