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chapter twelve. see you in detention ════ ⋆͛♡⋆͛ ════
STANDING IN FRONT of her car, Eliza looked at her family with teary eyes. Isaac and Caroline had already got in the car and were waiting on her to say her final goodbyes. "You know, I'm gonna come back after all the foolishness is over. Supernatural messes on a daily basis is stressful." Eliza joked, laughing through her tears.
"Elizabeth, you are always welcome here. You know that." Chris voiced, a stray tear bubbling in his eyes as he realized his little girl was all grown up and dealing with her own messes.
"Dad, of course. Allison would go crazy without me. I'm pretty sure the world would end if I died because I'm so special." Eliza sighed jokingly.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever floats your boat, buddy. I'm just waiting so I can get your room." Allison sarcastically rolled her eyes.
"Keep rolling those things at me and I'll make 'em stuck." Eliza threatened, bucking at her.
"Tell Damon I said hi." Allison smirked in Eliza's direction, running off once Eliza tried to snatch her up.
"Who's Damon? Damon Salvatore?" Chris lost all emotion and his face turned to stone. "I thought he was your friend."
Before Eliza could respond, her ringtone start to blare from the loud speakers of her phone. She pulled it out of her pocket, pressing against her ear. Saved by Nicki Minaj.
"Dear sister, it's been a while," Eliza's voice came through, teasing as always.
Elena rolled her eyes. "I literally talked to you this morning."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What's up?" Eliza tapped her foot against the ground.
"You gotta get here, like, now."
Eliza frowned, glancing at her wristwatch. "Elena, I'm on the other side of the country."
"Damon planned a dinner where he's going to dagger Elijah," Elena blurted out. "We need you. It's at 7, and it's already 2PM here. You wouldn't make it on a plane."
Eliza sucked in a sharp breath. "No, you don't need me. You're just scared they'll die from messing with an Original."
A beat of silence, then a sigh. "How did I score such a good sister?"
"Don't get happy," Eliza muttered. "I have to find a hiding spot now."
