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Jeremy Gilbert (savedbythering) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-30 23:06:00

Who: Jeremy Gilbert and Abigail Hobbs
What: New Friends Talking About Recent Events
When: Backdated: Tuesday, January 28th. Afternoon
Where: Coffee Shop
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete

Jeremy had decided not to go right home after school. It had nothing to do with not wanting to be there alone this time, but he wanted to give Elena some more time alone. He still couldn’t quite believe that Damon had done what he had and it made him mad every time he thought about it. What made him even more angry was the fact that Damon didn’t seem to see the problem. He said he felt guilty and it was his fault, but he tried to compare it to how Jeremy had hurt Elena’s feelings by not liking Damon in the first place, which was so very different from what Damon had done. Jeremy might have hurt Elena’s feelings, but Damon had broken her heart and her trust. It was so not the same thing. He really wanted to punch Damon and he knew that if he didn’t actually go somewhere after school, he’d wind up at Damon’s and if the police were called then Jeremy could actually get in a lot of trouble if he did hit Damon.

So, when the last bell rang, Jeremy grabbed his things from his locker and decided to head over to Stiles’ house, but on the way he decided to grab a coffee. He’d stayed up late the night before with Elena, so he’d already drank an energy drink to get through the school day, but now he wanted a coffee. Stopping at a coffee shop between his school and Stiles’ house, Jeremy headed inside and got in line.

Abigail walked into the coffee shop. She often studied there while Hannibal was still at the office but she was done with school. Otherwise, the house seemed far too alone and lonely. When she queued up behind a tall boy her age, Abigail put her hands into the pockets of her cardigan and was glad she was wearing a scarf. It covered her scar and let her pass in public for a normal teenage girl.

As someone stepped up behind him in line, Jeremy glanced over his shoulder at her momentarily then brought his attention back to the menu that hung from the wall behind the counter. As he scanned the various drinks he couldn’t help but think that the girl looked familiar. He didn’t think he recognized her from school, but he had definitely seen her somewhere before. Of course, it could have just been the fact that he was completely exhausted, but he decided to take a chance, knowing he might sound crazy. Turning back towards her, he briefly reconsidered, but asked anyway, “You’re not on an internet community called Valarnet, are you?” He realized after he said it that it could have sounded like a pickup line.

Abigail’s blue eyes went wide, and she cocked her head to the side. “I am. you look familiar. I don’t think we’ve talked or anything, but I’ve seen you post.” She smiled and offered him a hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Abigail.”

Jeremy had a tendency to post a lot, especially when it came to things he had to get off his chest, which was usually his dislike of Damon, “Jeremy.” He said, shaking her hand and offering her a smile just as the barista said she could help him. Her tone was slightly annoyed, but Jeremy just rolled his eyes in Abigail’s direction then turned to face the girl behind the counter and ordered his coffee then glanced back at Abigail, “I know we just met, but, my treat?” He got the feeling that the barista didn’t want to have to deal with either of them for too long, so this just killed two birds with one stone.

“Are you sure? I’ll get next.” Abigail waited for Jeremy to order, then ordered an iced mocha for herself. When it got above sixty, she didn’t really get the point of hot drinks. She hoped this guy wouldn’t get the wrong impression about her, that she was flirting or something. Abigail Lecter was pretty firmly off of the market.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” When Abigail ordered, Jeremy paid for their drinks then moved down to where they would pick them up, “I don’t think that girl liked us too much.” He said, smirking, “Figured it was just better if we got our of her hair.”

“She probably doesn’t like anyone,” Abigail chuckled. “I doubt she makes enough to put up with most people. But really, thanks.” She moved right along with him, her hands back into her pockets. “Do you go to school around here? This place is on my way home, so I come here after class.”

“You’re welcome.” Jeremy glanced at the person who was making their drinks, making sure that no one spit in them, not that he actually thought that would happen, but one never knew for sure. “Huntington Beach High. I was on my way to my friend’s house and needed a coffee cause I was up late last night.” He didn’t know why he was telling Abigail so much, but for one reason or another, he felt he could talk to her. Maybe it had something to do with her being part of the Network.

“Oh, I just graduated from Creekside last year,” Abigail smiled. “I go to UCI now.” She looked at him, cocking her head. He didn’t seem the sort, but she offered the main reason she’d have been up late. “Studying?”

"My girlfriend goes to Creekside," It was a little ironic that the last time Jeremy had been in a coffee shop, he'd met Rapunzel who also went to Creekside and just happened to so know Myrcella. When she asked if he'd been studying, Jeremy shook his head. "No. My sister's fiancé cheated on her with a friend of theirs so I was up with her," Jeremy's fingers curled I to loose fists as he recalled his texts with Damon and the response he'd gotten from Samandriel. To say that Jeremy was pissed was an understatement.

Sighing, Abigail shook her head. “That’s ... unfortunate. How’s she taking it? I’m guessing the engagement's off.” She folded her arms, almost hugging herself. “I’d be a wreck if my fiancé ever cheated on me.” She couldn’t even imagine it.

"She's devastated." Jeremy glanced over as his name was called and he took both drinks as they were handed to him then passed Abigail hers, "And that's the thing, he broke her heart and he's a manipulative asshole, but she still wants to fix things even after he cheated with that little shit, Samandriel." Of course Jeremy had no way of knowing that Abigail was friends with the very same Samandriel that Damon had slept with.

Abigail’s eyes went wide. There weren’t many people with that name, and she felt her hands cover her face. “That little...” She loved Samandriel, would die for him, but being an angel had fucked with him. “Is he pulling out the angels and non monogamy card?” Abigail was quietly thankful that Samandriel didn’t have a thing for Hannibal. Where would her friend stop? If she was honest, he scared her now.

Jeremy’s drink was inches from his lips when Abigail spoke and he lowered it immediately, “Yes. Well, he brought up the angel bull shit. I told him to stay away from Elena if he knew what was good for him and he said he’d forgive me for threatening an angel and everything was between him, Elena and Damon and I should mind my own business.” Jeremy’s free hand, which bore the ring that he got from the dreams, which would bring him back to life from supernatural deaths. curled into a fist, “I’d like to see him try to smite me.”

“I don’t know ... I don’t get why he’s being such an ass,” Abigail sighed. “It’s like he was never human at this point, and it - we used to be best friends in high school, back when we were just the geeky people who read too much.” She laughed and looked down at her hands. “He was my first crush back when we were fourteen.” Now she’d never look twice at him; he’d just hurt her.

“Yeah, he’s really got the whole high and fucking mighty thing going for him,” Jeremy said, taking a sip of his drink, “Doesn’t seem to see a reason why what he did was wrong. And before this he had the nerve to get on my case about me not liking my sister’s ex,” Sure, he knew that Elena hadn’t actually broken up with Damon, but Jeremy was hopeful, “I guess it makes sense now why he came to Damon’s defense then, but he had the nerve to tell me that I was making Elena unhappy.” It felt good to be able to talk to someone about this. Someone else who knew Samandriel and thought the same thing he did about him.

Abigail sighed. “How’s your sister taking all of this? I’d be worried about her.” Abigail had grown up an only child, but she had friends. She could guess people didn’t take being cheated on by the person they thought they’d spend their whole lives with well.

“She’s heart broken, but she wants to work things out with Damon,” Jeremy just didn’t get it. Damon was an asshole both in and out of the dreams and he didn’t care that Damon had taken care of Elena after their parents died, because Elena should have been with him, trying to figure out what they were going to do next, not spending all her time with Damon, but that wasn’t really what was important right now. They were working on that anyway. “He’s a manipulative asshole and I’m apparently the only one who sees it aside from her friends.”

That made Abigail smile wryly. “She might see it too, your sister. She just might not care. We don’t always get to pick who we love, unfortunately. But that doesn’t make things any easier for you. Do you want to talk about something else? I don’t mind.”

“I just don’t want her to keep getting hurt cause he’s an asshole and he’ll just tell her that he loves her when he does something wrong.” Jeremy was extremely annoyed with the entire situation and wished there was something he could do to make Elena see just how much of an asshole Damon really was, “Yeah. I mean, I don’t want to keep you if you were going somewhere. I’ve already dropped a lot of stuff on your that you’re not even a part of.” Jeremy didn’t want Abigail to feel obligated to have to talk to him any longer than she wanted to.

“I just don’t want you to dwell on something if it hurts,” Abigail smiled. “I know how that goes.” When her parents had died in high school, everyone seemed to want to talk about it. It had made her angry and bitter at the time.

“It’s gonna hurt no matter what, but thanks for trying to help. It’s been a crappy last couple of months to begin with. My parents….our parents were killed a few months ago and it’s all just been going downhill since then,” Jeremy shrugged, “I’m hoping that things will start to get better from here on out. I mean, it can’t really get any worse. Unless Samandriel does actually smite me.” He smirked a little bit.

“My parents died when I was fourteen. Car accident.” Abigail squeezed Jeremy’s hand. “If Samandriel really does smite you, let me know. I’ll at least make his ears burn.”

Jeremy was surprised to find out just how much he had in common with Abigail and he was glad that he’d run into her, “Mine were murdered.” He wasn’t going to go into any more detail than that right now, but it was nice to know that there was someone around who understood. “If I come back from it, I’ll be sure to let you know.” He smirked as he squeezed her hand back, “I should probably get home and check on Elena.” He had been on his way to see if Stiles was home, but talking to Abigail had helped so he didn’t feel the need to talk to anyone else at the moment. He was going to tell Stiles what had happened, but it could wait now.

“I hope things get better for you. If you need to talk or anything, just send me a message on the network?” She scooped up her backpack, feeling a bit rattled. Her childhood friend was being a dick, and it made her feel old and weary.