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 alisema 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 collar, alama and forced him toward the men’s room.
“Hi, babe” a guy alisema with a smirk.
Still holding Derek tightly she turned to the guy. “Leave. wewe didn’t see anyone”
The guy left. Caroline kicked all the doors open, to make sure the coast was clear.
“Can wewe let go of me, please?” Derek asked polite.
“Are wewe spying on us?” Caroline asked upfront.
“What? No! Who alisema that? I’m not spying on anyone, especially not Damon!” Derek spilled.
“Who alisema 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 wewe deserve no better” Caroline hissed. “Damon let wewe in his house, let wewe near Elena, and wewe stab him in the back. And for what, exactly? To serve a bitch, kahaba 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 wewe around any of my Marafiki again I will kill wewe myself” Caroline threatened. She let go of him and he rushed out the men’s room.