we don't talk about it.

“Fine. I can find other mouths interested in getting a taste. You aren’t the only one in this party,” she replied offhand, focusing her attention on her manicured nails. “No, I thought you’d let loose and have fun for once. My mistake for thinking the stick up your ass would’ve dislodged itself with a couple drinks.”

“If you say so. You know I’m getting tired of your empty threats. You should be putting your mouth to better use instead of talking so much shit,” she taunted, licking her lips as she kept her line of sight on the other girl. “Who says I need you to draw a crowd? I can do fine on my own.” She gasped inaudibly as Charlotte pulled back, debating how long she could continue her charade before her sire got bored of her. “I want more.”

Stella shifted her attention towards the group of males ogling the pair briefly, breaking eye contact to focus on Charlotte moments after. “I know. You love to be the center of attention, no matter what. Lucky for you, I love to play games,” she divulged, closing the distance until she was only centimeters away from Charlotte’s lips. She hadn’t any clue what had come over her, but it was too late to stop. “Kiss me or kill me. Your move.”

Stella tilted her head in mock confusion, pursing her lips at the girl as she batted her eyelashes coquettishly in Charlotte’s direction. She wasn’t nearly as drunk as she pretended to be, but no one needed to know her small indiscretion. “Let’s give them a show,” the Argent suggested playfully as she approached her sire, leaning down to run her tongue over a strip of Charlotte’s neck, instantly tasting what was left of the liquor on her skin. “Don’t kill the mood,” she mumbled in an octave meant for the other before parting her lips, ignoring the collection of cheers from their audience of frat boys.

“You say that every other day. You know what I think? You’ve grown attached to me; that’s why you can’t drive a stake through my heart,” she commented, rolling her eyes as the other drank their liquor in a sloppy manner, prompting an audience of frat boys to ogle at the pair. “You need a bib? Stop acting like a dumbass. People are staring at us.”

“You don’t want to continue our everlasting banter? Shocker. In that case, bottoms up, bitch. We’re in for a very long night.”

“Here’s an idea. You can leave and get hammered somewhere else away from me.”

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“And we both know you’ll take it.”

“I love college!”

“You’re giving me your sloppy seconds? How sweet.”

“I’m not playing Freud with you. In fact, I’m done talking to you about this. I don’t care about your issues, nor will I pretend to. Either we go back to feeding on your jock and forget this ever happened, or I’ll call it a night and find someone else to have my fun with.”

“You’re so full of it. I was abandoned and put up for adoption as soon as I was born. Allison and Chris didn’t know about me until I showed up in Beacon Hills after Kate faked her death. We weren’t estranged by choice. There’s nothing to tear apart, Charlotte. Even if there was something, I don’t see how my family affairs are any of your business. Maybe you should focus on your fucked up life instead of dictating how I should live mine.”

“You could’ve fooled me. For so long you had me thinking I was the issue, when it reality, it was you. It’s always been you. I made a choice to start a new life without Allison or my pack. I’m doing this for me, not because I had to, but because I want to. Maybe I can’t have both worlds, but no one, not even you is going to stop me from trying.”

“I could ask you the same question. In fact, I’m surprised you haven’t compelled yourself a posse to follow you around campus. You keep saying that and yet here I am, still alive and unharmed. Oh, please. I’ve had my sights on this university for months. Clearly, you’re the one who followed me here. I hadn’t realized driving a stake through Freyja’s heart was supposed to make us besties. I must’ve missed the memo.”