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Chapter Two ✓

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TRUE LIES

"MAEGAN'S MEMORIAL OUTSIDE IS growing by the minute," Elena told Caroline and Aria when she came back to the dorm earlier that day. "Ugh. College kids are so dramatic. She was on campus, for like, one day. She couldn't have that many friends."

Aria rolled her eyes. "Caroline, she's dead. You can stop competing with her." "Sorry. I'm in a mood."

The blond huffed. "You talk to Tyler?" Aria asked, biting into her piece of pizza she picked up yesterday. "He's deffering from enrolling and deferring from not returning any of my calls, so I'm deffering from having sex with him ever again."

Aria chuckled. "How's the snooping going? Any explanation why our vervain-laced roommate vampire-slaughtered had a picture of our Dad on her phone?" Elena asked. Aria took a bite of her pizza, the warm taste of cheese and pizza sauce filling her mouth. Man has she ever missed human food. "No." Caroline sighed. "Oh! I went to the hospital this morning. Maegans death certificate said she died of suicide. No mention of the vampire bite on her neck. So whoever signed off the cause of death was part of the cover-up just like the Founder's council back home." Elena explained. "Dr. Wesley Maxfield," Aria said.

"AKA our applied microbology T. A. I switched our classes around so that we can..."

"Applied what... what? Uh, Elena We are supposed to be taking intro communication. What happened to getting drunk and making bad decisions about boys? What happened to our fun freshman year at college? I am supposed to be a drama major!" Caroline said. Aria had to laugh a little at her.

"You're not going to be an anything majour if we get exposed as vampires! We are still gonna have our fun year, Caroline, but we have to protect ourselves. The way Damon kept his secret in Mystic Falls was because he infiltrated the Founder's Council. So busy out those alleged acting skills, and let's get on it, ok?" Elena said.

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Caroline, Elena, and Aria arrived to class. They go take their seats and see Jesse. "Hey. Blow-off girl. Aren't you a freshman? How are you in this class?"

"What? Um, I love... applied... Micro... Biology. It's like my favourite biology. You know, tiny little things are so cute!" Aria laughed. "Are you going to the bonfire tonight, or are you just gonna get really close and then turn around and leave again?" "She'll be there," Elena said, smiling. "Sweet. We'll hang."

They go sit down. Caroline gave a look to Elena.

"What? You said you wanted to make bad decisions about boys. He's cute, he's interested, and most importantly, unlike Tyler, he's actually here." "She does have a point," Aria butted in. The professor enters. "Morning, everyone. I'm dr. Maxifield, my name is Wess, but call me Dr. Maxfield." "Excuse me," Aria said, clearing her throat. "If you're a Dr. Then why aren't you at the hospital cutting people's brains out? Shouldn't you be doing that instead of being in a small, quaint, biology class?" The students around her chuckled and laughed at her remark. Elena nudged her in the ribs.

"What? I'm just saying." She scoffed. A few girls behind her giggled at her remark. "At least they think it's funny," she whispered. "Ignoring that comment, Ms. Gilbert. One day when you're all out of Med School, or whatever you decide to do after this, you'll understand. So you're all going to this bonfire tonight, right? Well, here's a quick history lesson for you. Whitmore was founded as a hospital during the civil war, deadliest war in American History, over 600, 000 casualties. Disease was so prevelant that once a week they had to gather all the dead, rotting bodies, put them in a pile, and light the whole thing on fire. So tonight when you're getting drunk and partying, stop for a second, close your eyes and imagine the smell of a hundred rotting corpses." He was finished.