I got out as quick as possible, not looking behind
me as I got into my car, driving back to the
house.
I wouldn't let the tears fall, I wouldn't be
upset because of him.
But that kiss felt so good, so real.
But our fight earlier on made me upset, enough
to make me grab my things and head to
the other guest bedroom.
What confused me was how he kissed me, after everything we fought about, even after we practically confessed we both hated each other.
I sighed into the pillow, feeling the warm tears start to slip down my cheeks.
I held in a breath when I heard the front door
open, and my eyes darted to the door when I
heard Stefan walk down the hallway.
I let out a breath when he shut our bedroom
door, and I turned over and faced the wall.
I no longer want to be here, I want to be as
far away as possible.
Do I?
I shook my head, brushing off the thought.
I grabbed my pillow, hugging it tightly as
I closed my eyes.
Tomorrow will come soon enough, and he'll
be gone.
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"Come on, Elena." Katherine whined, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward.
"Elena sweetie, we have to do this," my mom
said, watching as I got pulled into the foyer.
Earlier this morning, I was bombarded with
my mom, Stefan's mom and Katherine, all of them claiming to take me dress shopping.
I knew this was Stefan's doing.
And when he came down the stairs, not even glancing at me or speaking at all, I knew
exactly what he was up to.
He left through the front door, his mother also confused as he shut the door on all of us.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the
bed," Katherine murmured, still grabbing onto my hand and pulling me.
"Fine," I finally said. "I'll go."
I might as well, it was the only escape I had.
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"Look at this," Katherine gasped, "it's beautiful."
I rolled my eyes, holding the fabric she was showing me.
"It's hideous."
"You can't be fussy, Elena. The weddings in three days," my mother said from the other side of the room, also checking out dresses.
"I'm not being picky, I just don't want something fancy," I said, disgustingly looking at the puffy dress in the corner.
"Everyone wants something fancy." Katherine said, putting a dress up to her body.
I scanned the room, every single dress too big,
too showy or too glamorous.
But then my eyes snagged on one, hung up in
the corner of the room, away from everything
else.
I walked towards it, feeling its fabric and the stitched flowers.
"That's beautiful," I heard Stefan's mom Lillian whisper in my ear, a smile on her face as
she looked at the dress.
"Don't tell me you like that," Katherine said
from behind us, a disgusted look on her face.
"It's amazing!" I heard my mother gasp, going
up and looking at the tag.
"It's on clearance," she winced, "oh well, we'll find a new one."
"No," I said quickly. "I want this one."
She looked over at Katherine, who shook her head.
"Okay, we'll take it," Lillian said, grabbing the dress and handing it to me.
I smiled down at it, thanking her and going to
the front desk, paying for the dress and taking
the bag.
"When Stefan sees you walk down the aisle in a couple days, he'll forget all his hatred," Lillian said, and I chuckled.
"I think he hates me even more," I said, both of
us sitting alone outside of the house.
"Why do you say that?" She asked.
"Well-" I trailed off.
"You kissed, didn't you?"
I widened my eyes in surprise, "yes, how did you know?"
"I can see it in your eyes," she smiled.
I sighed, looking down at my fingers.
"He's been a prick," I admitted, "I hate him so much, and the fact that he leaves me alone all
day and expects me to stay makes me furious."
She took a deep breath and held my hand, her kind eyes looking at me strongly.
"He's been like that since he was born," she told
me.
"He's tough, and with his father-" she looked down, closing her eyes briefly. "He's had a
hard time."
I nodded in understanding, squeezing her hand tightly.
"I just don't know what to do," I whispered, watching as a bird flew onto the tree in front of
us.
"I know," she said, "just give him time, he'll come around."
"I just want him to talk to me, actually
understand that I want to go on missions,
that I actually want you to live a normal life."
She frowned, putting her other hand over top of mine.
"I don't think it's what you think," she started.
"What do you mean?"
"Stefan doesn't want you getting hurt, he doesn't want you on missions."
"I've been doing missions my whole life, I don't understand."
"Stefan cares more about you than you think," she told me, watching as my eyes widened.
I shook my head. "Stefan hates me."
She smiled and backed away, taking her hands with her.
"Just give him a chance, that's all I ask," she said, standing up from her chair.
She gave me a hug and grabbed her purse. "Good luck," she smiled, and opened the door, heading back inside to leave.
I took a deep breath and looked at the sky, closing my eyes and basking in the sun, trying to
escape reality, and Stefan.
