On My Own (TVD Series)

The Secret Society

Passing through the pavilion at Whitmore after my last class, I crossed paths with some of the students in my Biology class as I was heading back to the dorm. With fall coming around the corner, the school was starting to decorate the tress and buildings with lights and Halloween decorations. But with all of that happening around campus, Megan's memorial was still sitting outside of our dorm room. Slightly bare since our first week back, a guy sat in front of her picture, picking at the small decorations as I came up behind him.

"Hi..." I whispered, standing near him until he noticed me.

"Hey."

"I'm Lauren. Megan used to be my roommate."

Waiting for him to say something he continued staring at the memorial.

"Did you know her?" I asked.

"We knew each other growing up."

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry."

"Pretty sad memorial, huh?"

Picking up a flower next to her picture he tossed it aside as he collected his bag.

"I guess it's not exactly cool to mourn during fall rush." He added.

"Some people might see it as a turn-off, a memorial sight just across the street from a Frat house." 

"Hmm...that's the thing about Frats, right? Protecting their image..."

"Seems like this entire school is protecting something...but that's just me," I add quickly trying to hide through my secrecy.

"Yeah, well Megan needed someone to protect her that night."

"They said she committed suicide," I mumbled.

"I know...atleast that's what they said."

"If you care about her, she liked sunflowers."

Tightening his grip around his backpack, he headed off without another word.

"Nice to meet you too...asshole."

Heading up the stairs and into my room, I get an email about a Monster Ball happening this afternoon from Professor Maxfield. 

'Monster's are all welcomed.'

"Hmm...if only you knew."

Tossing my bag on the floor, I headed over to the fridge when I notice something sitting at the edge of my bed through the mirror. A black box with no ribbon or a card taped on top of it, stared back at me as I pushed it the side. 

"I swear if this is you..." I mumbled, hesitating to open the box.

Pulling apart the gift paper, I stare down at a flannel, some old jeans, and a white t-shirt.

"Hmm...Aileen Wuornos. Don't mind if I do."

Hopping into the shower, I quickly rinse off and put on the costume inside the box when I hear my phone ring from inside my bag.

"Hello?"

'Did you like the gift?'

"Stefan? You bought it?" I chuckled.

'Well, I figured I would do you a favor in wearing a cheat 1800s gown and trade it for some flannel.'

"So, does this mean you're going to this party?"

'Caroline made me go...and plus, I don't look that bad. I'm James Dean.'

"A classic. Alright, well...I'll see you there."