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the new normal
ATHENA FROWNED AT THE TEXT FROM DAMON ON HER PHONE.
So, Caroline hates me.
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and typed back a response.
When did you speak to Caroline? And why does she hate you?
She looked back up at her television, burrowing herself amidst her fuzzy blankets. She had introduced Damon to her father before they left to go home, earning a confused and slightly concerned look from Raphael.
That was until Damon explained that she went to school with his little brother and he saw her as a pest he couldn't get rid of. Not completely a lie, all things considered, but he just left out the fact that he was a vampire and felt severely protective over the teenage girl that had been singled out by a Katherine Pierce lookalike. Even though she didn't know it, they were kindred spirits in that sense.
She'd been home for almost an hour now, and she was perfectly comfortable in the warmth of her bed, filled with different-sized pillows and a thousand blankets. It was her paradise, especially because she could see her TV from her position. Nothing could disturb her at the moment.
I think she's jealous, but little does she know I think you're an annoying little human.
Athena scoffed out loud at the text. "Asshole."
Yeah, well, little does she know that I think you're a wannabe Dracula. Even the Cullens are cooler than you.
Besides Damon– Damon was disturbing her because he was a nuisance.
Sighing, she opened a new text thread on her phone. Athena typed it out quickly and sent it before she could talk herself out of anything, but instantly her heart pounded against her chest with regret. She dropped her phone on the pillow next to her and bit her lip anxiously.
She hoped she was making the right decision.
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Stefan eyed Elena oddly, his gaze darting back up to where the comet was traveling through the sky above them.
"Sorry for barging in," She shrugged awkwardly. "Especially after earlier."
Stefan shook his head. "No, I'm, uh, I'm actually glad you're here. The way we left things, I didn't like it."
Elena nodded in agreement. "See, the thing is, I got home tonight planning on doing what I always do– write in my diary like I have been since my mom gave it to me when I was ten. It's where I get everything out, everything I'm feeling. It all goes in this little book that I hide on the second shelf behind this really hideous ceramic mermaid."
Stefan forced a smile, eyeing Elena's warm eyes anxiously.
"But then I realized that I'd just be writing things that I should probably tell you."
