Chatter buzzed throughout the class, both boys and girls alike excited for the sixties dance that was taking place that night.

Though all the talking sounded like a muddled mess to Evelyn, she could honestly care less about the dance.

The redhead had more important things to do than go to a dance where drama was bound to be stirred up. And it only seemed to her that anything remotely fun that happened in Mystic Falls, especially school functions, ended up backfiring horribly with some tragedy.

Evelyn was snapped back to reality by a tap on her shoulder. Her pastel green hues met baby blue ones belonging to one of her best friends, Caroline Forbes.

She rose a brow at the blonde, to which Caroline responded to by pointing to her younger sister, Elena, who held a poster for the dance. The eldest Gilbert sighed, scribbling down a 'hell no' and passing it to the blonde.

Caroline passed it to Elena.

The brunette sighed and stood, obviously about to confront the redhead. However, luck was on Evelyn's side, because not only did the bell ring, but their teacher, Alaric Saltzman, entered the class.

Elena gave Evelyn a 'we'll talk later' look before reluctantly sitting back down.

"I can't believe her sometimes." Caroline muttered, Evelyn shrugged as relaxing scent met her button nose. It was a mix of sandalwood, bourbon, and.. oddly enough art supplies... and it gave her a homey feeling.

"Hello, class." Alaric greeted, forcing Evelyn out of her daze, "What are we learning today?"

'How to find the will to live?' the redhead thought to herself, turning the majority of her attention back to her sketch pad, resting her chin in her sleeve-covered palm.

"With the decade dance tonight, we've been covering the sixties all week." Dana piped up, making Evelyn scrunch her nose up at the mention of the event. Why was this such a big deal?

"Right. The sixties." the possessed history teacher mused, glancing over the students. His gaze briefly paused at Elena, before settling on a redhead who was more focused on her sketchpad than the lesson.

"The, uh... ahem..." he cleared his throat, causing the redhead to glance up at him, "The sixties..." he began, turning away as a grin tugged at his lips, "I wish there was something good I could say about the sixties, but... Actually, they kind of sucked."

"Kind of?" Evelyn signed to Caroline, who bit back a laugh.

"Except for the Beatles, of course. They made it bearable. Uh, what was there? The Cuban missile thing, the... we walked on the moon. There was Watergate." he listed off.

"Watergate was the seventies, Ric." Elena chimed, "I-I mean, Mr. Saltzman."

"Right. It all kind of mushes together up here, the sixties, seventies. Thank you, Elena."

*************

Evelyn huffed a breath of relief as she exited the school. She'd managed to avoid her younger sister for the rest of the day, which had exhausted her to no end.

"Evelyn!" Elena called, eliciting a silent groan from the redhead. "What?" she scowled, glaring at the doppelganger and Damon. Her crimson brows furrowed at the sight of Damon, 'Isn't he a little old to be going to High School?'

"Why won't you go to the dance?" Elena questioned, getting straight to the point, "Because I don't want to. Now leave me alone." the redhead replied sharply and turned to leave.

However, she didn't get far before one of them caught her wrist in a tight grip. She winced, looking back at the culprit. "Stop being a bitch." Damon practically growled, his grasp on her wrist tightening drastically.

She squirmed in pain, trying to pull her hand from his grasp. He grabbed her face with his other hand, forcing her to look at him.

"You will go do the dance, and you will be nicer to your sister." he ordered sternly, her eyes narrowed as she shoved his hand away.

Before either Damon or Elena knew what had happened, she pivoted and flung the 5'10" vampire over her shoulder and onto the concrete harshly. Damon released her bruising wrist in shock, the air knocked from his lungs.

Evelyn took advantage of their moment of shock and bolted to her car. She cradled her aching arm close to her chest as she whipped out of the parking lot and sped off.

*************

"How bad is it?" Jeremy called as he entered the Gilbert house hold, tossing his bag onto the couch as he caught sight of his aunt and older sister in the kitchen.

He froze.

Evelyn was shaking violently, her right arm in a thick lavender cast, hanging snugly against her chest by a black sling. Her other wrist was wrapped in white gauze and bandages.

The brunet swallowed thickly once his eyes landed on the healing pink scars that littered further up her arm and peeking out from underneath the bandages. "Evie?" he whispered, his heart sunk as she lowered her head more, her thick red curls acting as a curtain.

Jenna gently petted Evelyn's silky locks, "I'm going to pick up her prescription. Keep an eye on her for me?"

"Yeah." he nodded, wrapping his elder sister up in a careful embrace, "Text me if Elena's back before I am. I'll pick up dinner on the way home." the blonde said softly, kissing the crowns of both her niece and nephew.

"Got it, see ya in a bit, Jen." Jeremy nodded, watching her leave.

He only turned back once the door clicked shut. He breathed for a moment before releasing the ginger.

"Evie.. you know I'm not mad, right?" he spoke lightly, tucking her hair behind her ears. Candy apple green eyes met dark cocoa brown ones.

She'd deny it, but her eyes always was and always will be like an open book. Especially to Jeremy, they were the closest out of the Gilbert's and it was obvious to everyone that'd met them.

"I know you're hurting.. and I know it's mostly because of Elena." he stated, his gaze traveling to the pastel cast she adorned.

"Evelyn?" he questioned, earning a barely audible hum, "How does a horror movie marathon sound?"

"Like a plan."