Caroline was sitting at the bar in Mystic Grill, waiting for Derek. She had spotted him in the café a lot lately, but she had always thought he was just hanging around. Now she knew better. Derek didn’t just hang around. He kept his eyes and ears open to make sure he absorbed every important detail any of them said and then he’d hurry back to Veronica to spill the gossip.
The door opened and Derek appeared. He noticed Caroline at the bar and he sensed trouble, but as fast as he was, Caroline was faster. She grabbed his colarinho, colar and forced him toward the men’s room.
“Hi, babe” a guy said with a smirk.
Still holding Derek tightly she turned to the guy. “Leave. You didn’t see anyone”
The guy left. Caroline kicked all the doors open, to make sure the coast was clear.
“Can you let go of me, please?” Derek asked polite.
“Are you spying on us?” Caroline asked upfront.
“What? No! Who said that? I’m not spying on anyone, especially not Damon!” Derek spilled.
“Who said anything about Damon?” Caroline asked smug. She put up her hand when Derek tried to confine the damage he’d done. “Don’t try to talk yourself out if it. I know everything. Keith told me you’ve been spying on Damon”
Derek swallowed. “Please don’t tell Damon. He’ll kill me if he finds out” he begged.
“And you deserve no better” Caroline hissed. “Damon let you in his house, let you near Elena, and you stab him in the back. And for what, exactly? To serve a cadela, puta who thinks she’s better than everyone else in this town?”
“She’s scary” Derek defended himself weakly. “I tried to quit a few times, but I’ve always regretted it afterwards. So, I’m sorry, but I’m choosing the winning side”
“If I see you around any of my friends again I will kill you myself” Caroline threatened. She let go of him and he rushed out the men’s room.