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After Nik left, I did enjoy the peace still. I sightseed some more, ate different foods, and did late-night readings in the villa. It was peaceful, which shattered when I got in the car being driven by a hybrid back to Mystic Falls. I had tons of texts and missed calls that had voicemails to match. Nik had told me to turn off my phone before we boarded the plane, and I hadn't turned it on till now. Having used a camera, he bought me and my laptop for the whole trip. I shake my head as I listen to all the multiple voicemails all the way home, through a shower, put on the clothes leaving back out the mansion, and drive to get some coffee, then to the Lockwood mansion. When I pull into the driveway, I'm caught up with all the shit that went to hell while I was gone, and it's making me want to grow wings and fly myself back to Italy.
I sigh as I get out of the car; somebody is already approaching me and handing me a clipboard. Today is the Miss Mystic Falls pageant, and since I won last year, I must plan it. Whoever came up with that shit only wanted to torture me. I sit on the stairs and sip my coffee before pulling out my phone, pressing a contact, then placing it between my shoulder and ear as it rings.
"Welcome back home, Carter." Stefan's voice fills the phone.
"Oh please, this town is a shit show." I scoff. "Now I'm planning a shit show pagent with a shit show town."
"Good thing I won't be there." He states.
"Your coming. You missed the last one." I flip the pages on the clipboard, shaking my head. "You are a founding member also. It isn't an invitation; it's mandatory your here." I look up to see this girl arranging flowers, and I shake my head getting up to shoo her away and fix them myself.
'"Elena and I broke up. I don't need to be anywhere."
"Did that sound as depressing to you as it did to me?"
"Oh, I'm not depressed. I just want to rip into someone's artery and feed until I can't breathe anymore."
"You did that at the last pageant, then ripped into my artery."
"Carter..." He groans.
"I don't care about your depression because you knew it was coming. You even ignored me, so today we are ignoring it, and you will have your ass at this damn pageant when it starts on time!" I snap, causing the vase of flowers to crack.
"Maybe you should have stayed in Italy a little longer."
"Oh, trust me, I wish I did," I growl. I look around before fixing the vase with magic and moving on to the next task. The phone is silent for a while, and I groan. "Fine, you can talk about it, but I'm in a bad mood, so don't get upset about my responses."
