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CHAPTER SEVEN. You're Undead To Me
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THE REST OF THE WEEK HAD PASSED IN SILENCE. Tension filled the houses of Salvatore's, Gilbert's, and founding families alike. Elena hadn't heard from Stefan. Hazel and Sadie hadn't heard from Stefan. Caroline was hiding away in her own home. And Bonnie was reeling over strange things happening in her own life. Bonnie was trying to check on Caroline. She wanted to help, but it was hard. Damon had disappeared after the Founders Party, too. Nobody knew where he had gone off to.
James Greenwood sighed as he flipped through a book at the dinning table. He was writing notes in a notebook, skipping pages. Hazel came down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a light blue long sleeve top. She already had her shoulder bag, and his old leather jacket layered on it. She walked to the fridge, grabbing herself a cheese stick as her father looked at her from behind his reading glasses.
She looked at him, peeling the plastic away. "Yes?"
James shrugged, shaking his head. "Nothing." He said. Hazel took a bite of cheese. "I've just noticed you didn't go to Sadie's all weekend. Does that have anything to do with her dancing with Mikey at the party?"
Hazel looked around guiltily. She sighed, moving closer to the table. "You ever have that gut feeling like you know something's going to happen before it does?" She asked her dad, sitting in a chair adjacent to him. "Cause I get that all the time. And all the time I'm right. And now I'm getting that feeling that Mikey likes Sadie and she's going to start liking him too!" She listed off, throwing her hands up from her lap.
"And you don't want your best friend dating your stepdads son."
"No! That's, like, gross." Hazel said with a scrunched nose. "And Mikey's gross! He leaves the toilet seat up, he eats more than a family of seven, he's got the brain of an ape, and he smells like a rotten lemon after football practice!"
James sighed, looking up. "Well, maybe she likes the smell of rotten lemon." Hazel groaned in disgust as her dad laughed at her. "Look, you and Sadie are at that age now where the people you like change. And it's going to be people neither of you agree with. Like when you had a crush on Tyler when you were 12."
"That was before I knew he was her cousin."
"Or the time you had a crush on that Josh guy in your 9th grade class and Sadie said he looked like a muppet on crack."
Hazel looked to the side. She fell quiet for a moment, pondering. "He did kind of look like a muppet on crack." She said thoughtfully. She shook her head, looking at her dad. "But Mikey's not some guy. He's my step brother!" She said with a frown.
