Klaus Mikaelson is a cruel monster to most that know of him. When the said monster turns up in mystic falls he can't help but start falling for the sweet human girl, Ivy Farechild. Will Ivy reciprocate these feelings or run from the original? Read t...
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After Nik left yesterday, I spent the rest of the evening relaxing and thinking.
I decided it wasn't worth it to be mad anymore. The next time I saw Nik I would ask for an apology and I would try to prevent this behavior in the future.
My spirits were quite high this morning when I remembered it was the day of the 20s themed decade dance.
I was currently very confused as Damon had dragged me into the living room and then left, telling me not to move.
I was even more confused when he brought Elena into the room. He sat her on the couch next to me and stood in front of us.
"Now, it's come to my attention that there is some bad blood between you two. Seeing as I promised to try and be a better friend to Ivy, I am doing the ultimate good deed of having you mend your friendship." He announces.
"What?!" Elena says, looking a little annoyed.
"Don't worry, I'll be here to mediate the whole time." Damon reassures.
"Damon, I don't think Elena wants to be my friend." I mumble, my cheeks blushing a soft pink from embarrassment.
"Then we can settle for civil acquaintance." He says.
"Fine." Elena sighs.
"Ever since we were little you've hated me. Why? I mean I've always tried my hardest to be nice to you. I don't understand what I did." I get straight to the point.
"I'd really feel more comfortable talking if Damon wasn't here." Elena sighs.
"Yeah me too actually. Would you mind giving us a minute?" I ask politely.
"No problem." Damon smiles, leaving the room.
Once I heard his footsteps get far enough away, I turned to Elena expectantly.
"I don't even really remember when I first started hating you. I just remember how I felt. How I feel." She speaks.
"How do you feel?"
"Lesser than." She answers after a moment of silence.
"What did I do to make you feel that way?"
"You've just always been so perfect. Nicest girl in school, prettiest girl at the dance. When my parents were still here, they'd always talk about how perfect you were, how I should be more like you. I guess after awhile I started feeling like I was always 2nd place. So I decided that if I was mean enough, that one day I'd get you to crack and you would blow up at me, then I'd take my spot in 1st. I know it's stupid but I just can't stop myself. I wanted to see how much it would take to get the nicest person ever to be rude."
I sit in silence taking in the information.
"I'm not perfect." Is all I could come up with.
"I think I've realized that now. No one is." She replies.
