PlayBoy☆Klaus Mikaelson

twenty

Yall need to chill I chose the pics for the necklaces and clothes when i was 16 plz🤣🤣🤣
"He didn't even look at me." I mumble, taking the warm cup from Damon's hands as he takes a seat on my bed beside me.

I sat with my back against the headboard and my knees brought up to my chest. A warm blanket enveloped me much to my comfort. My throat was dry and scratchy and I'm sure I had tear stains on my cheeks.

"I know, Scar. Are you gonna be okay, tonight?" He asks. I slowly take a sip of the hot tea.

"I'm sure I'll survive." I say, setting the mug onto my nightstand as the man sighs.

"You know, Stefan won this round for us today. He pushed Klaus to the edge and Klaus blinked." He says.

"Not like he caused a mental breakdown or anything." I chuckle dryly, obviously I wasn't gonna take today as a victory. I didn't care for helping Stefan take Klaus down.

"At least we got some sort of confirmation." He jokes with a shrug. I raise an eyebrow at the nonchalant man.

"Confirmation on what?" I ask as a smirk slowly starts to form on his face.

"The big bad wolf definitely has a little crush on you." He says as I roll my eyes and go to punch his shoulder.

"You sound ridiculous." I say, crossing my arms as the man stands from my bed.

"If that helps you sleep at night." He says with a chuckle before heading to the door. Before he completely walks out he turns to give me one final look.

"Happy Birthday Scar." He says, with a small smile before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

I let a small sigh escape my lips just as I hear a soft knock at my door. Probably Elena or Jeremy checking in. Jeremy was pretty pissed about the situation when I got home.

Damon had to remind him he really didn't have a chance against Stefan, numerous times. Luckily Elena calmed him down.

I was hoping to go to bed and be alone but I guess whoever was outside that door had other plans.

"You can come in." I say, as the door slowly opened revealing the man I least expected to see tonight. I felt kinda shocked at his casual demeanor.

He steps in and closes the door behind him. I stay quiet, letting my eyes follow his every move in curiosity.

"How are you doing?" He asks, clasping his hands behind his back, his face was solemn but I could see almost a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Pretty good, I guess." I shrug slightly, taking in the mans appearance. His hair was curly, messy. He had a few necklaces layered around his neck and he wore his usual leather jacket with a grey shirt under it.

I had questions clouding my mind. The whole night was confusing, and overall a lot to take in at once. Adding this little random visit didn't help.

I worried about my relationship with Stefan, if I would be the leverage in every fight with Klaus. I wondered why my life was important enough to surrender over and why Klaus did so.

My mind wandered on the idea that there was alternative motives for longer than I wished it had.

I shouldn't care about what Klaus does or says because I wouldn't fall for it either way. Trap or genuine.

I even completely forgot my anger towards Elena and Damon although I knew I would have to deal with the situation later on.

"So why did you do it?" I ask, breaking the small silence that was somehow comfortable.