Hey,guys so thanks to my beta klaroline82911. I am edit the first seven chapters of this story and then post the new chapter. I read over this and I wanted to cry. :D I shall try and make this update as quick as possible. Thanks for sticking throw this and once again let me know what you think or are hoping to see.

I want to say thanks to klaroline82911 for fixing my story and TealyBob, audrey23,Mystery Girl3 for the help they gave me with this story so far.

An: I down own nothing sadly.

Caroline was ready pull out her blond hair as she waited for the Starbucks barista to finish her drink. The barista was taking his time to fill up the Venti cup up with her coffee for today. It was giving her time to think, something she did not want to do.

How would she tell Elena and Bonnie that she lost the job they got her less than twenty four hours ago? At least she will be able to pay her part of the rent this month. She could pay the five hundred dollars and enjoy a small treat. But then she has to go back and try to find a place to work at until next month's rent came up.

"Caroline Forbes."

"Finally!" She jumped in her spot and snatched the coffee with a quick 'thank you'. She walked out the door and into the busy streets of New York City.

To Caroline the city still felt so fresh and new to her, even though she has been living in the city now for four years. She moved to the city to attend NYU with her best friends. She graduated with a degree in journalism and now all she has to show for it is butt load of school loans and no job!

Just as she was about to take a drink from her fresh coffee she got an incoming text.

Hey, good luck today. Drinks to celebrate after work- E and B

Letting out a frustrated moan, she hit the reply button, ready to tell the truth through a quick text. She was quickly stopped when she felt her boot's toe catch the end of the side walk. It happened quickly, but her body slowly fell forward and she saw her phone fly to the ground. But what caught her attention was her coffee, landing on a young man's white shirt.

"Bloody Hell!" He yelled. He pulled his shirt away from his chest so he wouldn't burn himself.

"I'm so sorry, I tripped over the curb."Caroline tried to explain as she picked up her belongs and looked up at man in front of her.

"Well sweetheart if you would have been looking where you were going, this would not have happened." He said rather harshly.

"I said I was sorry. Stuff like this happens all the time. I'll even pay your dry cleaning, if you wish." Caroline said, now pissed off at the man in front of her.

"Yes, you will. My secretary, Emily, would give you the information of where to send the check. And sweetheart, next time pay attention where you're going. Wouldn't want you to get hurt." The arrogant British man said as he stormed off into the building without another word or look at her.

"Who does he think he is?" Caroline said crossing her arms as she watched him walk away.

"Klaus Mikaelson." A red head stated as she smirked at Caroline.

Everyone knew of the Mikaelsons. Well of them. Caroline was not one for tabloids, but she heard about them. They're one of the richest families in the world, and own many different businesses from law forums, to hotels, and so on.

"Maybe next time, you might want to watch where you're walking." The bitch red head said handing Caroline a card.

Caroline stood there looking after her, thinking of some un lady-like words in her head. She just shakes it off and looks down at the card.

"$450 mail to 17th street, upper east side, Manhattan. New York City. Addressed to Niklaus Mikaelson pent house."

"Fuck!" the word came out of her mouth without her permission. People turned around and gave her the stink eye.

"Care, what are you doing home already?!" Elena said, walking in with a bottle. Bonnie was behind her with balloons.

"Yeah, we wanted to surprise you."Bonnie laughed as she closed the door.

"We got balloons and ca-"

"I got fired!" Caroline blurted out without letting Bonnie finish her sentence. She just wanted to get that out of the way, let them get mad at her, and move on. She had other problems now, like how to pay her part of the rent.

"What?!"

"Caroline, what happened?"

"The boss was a bitch! She couldn't even remember my name. She hates the color blue, so she forced me to change the minute she saw me. Into a shirt that did not fit might I add, and when I messed up her tea, it was strike three you're out." Caroline finished her rant and flopped on the couch.

"Care, I'm sorry." Bonnie said sitting next to her best friend.

"Yeah Caroline, this just means you just aren't meant to work there. That's the plant telling you, you're not meant to be a secretary, but a writer!" Elena said proudly, as both Bonnie and Caroline broke down laughing.

"What have you been smoking girl?"

"Hey, my professor said-"

"And that explains it. What did the lovely Damon Salvatore teach you today, anything kinky?" Caroline asked, winking as she got a pillow thrown at her face.

"Oh shut it Care, it's not like that and you know it. Professor Salvatore is very serious about the law. Plus He's your step brother."

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Doesn't mean my best friend can't get any." Caroline pointed out, winking.

"What was it Bonnie?"

"He's the number one lawyer in New York with a recorded almost perfect of convictions." Caroline said in a fake Elena lovey dovey voice.

"Don't forget the dreamy blue eyes!" Bonnie piped in.

"No we can't. He's a Mystic Falls baby, too. it's so meant to be, Elena" she said laughing as she pulled Elena on the couch with them.

"Very funny guys! Oh, Don't forget he's your step brother, Care" She countered as they started tickling her.

"That's a Plus." They winked.

"Girl, just admit you want sleep with him!"

"Fine, fine. I do!" Elena announced, surrendering to their tickle torture.

"Well, we might as well drink this bottle" Elena said, jumping up from the couch.

"To Caroline's future, and me someday getting to fuck the lovely Damon Salvatore in real life and not only in my dreams!" Elena declared, winking at her friends and turning to the kitchen to get glasses as her friends laugh at her.

"Your such a light weight Elena, you're just holding the bottle and you're drunk already."

"The drink just flew out of my hand, like the time I spilled the yellow paint all over Vicky Donovan, during the production of 'Gone With The Wind'." Caroline explained.

"You did that on purpose, Care!" Bonnie said from her place. The girls were lying on the ground facing the ceiling. Something they always did when they were having girl talk, ever since they were little girls.

"Shut it Bon, anyway it landed on this freaking hot British guy."

"How hot?" Elena teased her.

"Doesn't matter. He was a total ass." Caroline said as she took another drink from her red cup.

"We need to go to IKEA and buy some real champagne flutes."

"Stick to the story Care!" both of the girls ordered.

"Yeah anyway, he was being an ass and had the never to use the world, sweetheart to talk down to me and then he was all like, 'Don't want you to get hurt next time.'" Caroline mocked, speaking in her fake British accent, causing the girls to laugh.

"He walked away, and then his bitch of secretary left me all the info." Caroline told them, jumping up and running to her handbag to get the card, giving it to Bonnie who passed it to Elena.

"Shit, Care. $450 for the shirt!"

"I know!"

"You spilled coffee on Klaus Mikaelson, and lived to tell the tale."

"I know!"

"Is he not the one who punched the paparazzi for standing too close to him?" Elena asks. Caroline just shrugged her shoulders.

"Care, don't take this the wrong way, but do you have the money to pay him back? Because if you don't I can let you borrow-"

Caroline raised her hand quickly to stop Bonnie from talking.

"Don't worry, I went to cash in my check after it happened. I have a hundred dollars left and I just need to make four hundred to pay rent before next Friday."

"Caroline-"

"No Elena, I've got it covered."

"No Caroline, you also got school loans to pay off this week. I know Bonnie and I would rather have that money go towards your loan then to rent. You're already behind with payments."

"It's true, Care." Bonnie said looking at her friend with a small smile.

"Plus, you could pay us back later."

"But, guys!"

"But nothing! figure this out first." Elena said, smiling.

"You guys are the best "she said hugging them both.

"Well, I think you should send Mr. Mikaelson his money, and I know just the way." Bonnie said smirking, pulling at a paper and pen.

After an hour of giggling, drinking and writing Mr. Mikaelson a long letter they finally arrived at their location.

"Okay, so you guys distract the door man as I make my way up." Caroline said, smiling as she tightened her trench coat and walked up with a bounce in her step as her best friends went ahead of her and flirted with the fifty year old door man. She quickly snuck her way into the building. She made her way to the elevator, ready to press the button.

"Can I help you, Miss?" Said a young man sitting behind a desk in the lobby. This would so happen to her. Life had never been easy for her.

"Yes, actually I'm here to see…" she said hesitant what had the secretary called Niklaus, she did not call him by his first name.

"Klaus. I'm his secretary I'm supposed to deliver this envelope to him. It's very important."

"He's not here, Miss."

"I know that, I just need to slip it under the door. Come on, Please. I don't want him getting mad at me." she said giving him the puppy dog face.

"Fine, but be quick!" He said turning around and back to his computer, as Caroline let out a big smirk and waltzed into the elevator.

"Brrring!" the elevator sound went off as she walked into the apartment. She was expecting there to be a door or something, but no. It lead straight into his front hallway. No wonder it was such a long ride and packed with security, she thought.

"Nik, you're home!"

A blond said with a British accent, walking the down the stairs.

"Shit!" she said as she spotted the blond and automatically recognizing her. Rebekah Mikaelson, the model. She was Klaus's younger sister.

"You're not Nik." She said as she came in front of Caroline.

"No, not him." Caroline agreed, laughing to ease the tension, the buzz she felt from the alcohol before was now fading.

"I just came to drop this envelope off for him." Caroline said as she placed the envelope on the table.

"Yeah, we'll that's it." She said turning around and pressing the button praying the elevator would hurry up.

"Wait!" Rebekah said, walking closer to her and gripping Caroline's arm.

"Are you dating Nik?"

The question caused Caroline's eyes to pop out and for her to pull her arm away.

Think, Caroline. Think.

"No, not his type." She answered as the Bing of the elevator went off. Thank God, she thought in her head and stepped in but Rebekah stopped the doors from closing.

"Sure, Nick just lets anyone up here." She said smirking before letting the doors close.

Caroline let the air she was holding out "What do I get myself into when I'm drunk?" She asked herself, running a hand through her hair.

"Care, over here!" The girls yelled over to her. They were eating hot dogs across the street. She jogged over to them.

"How did it go, Bond?"Elena asked laughing as she handed her a hot dog.

"His sister was there."

"What!"

"Shit!"

"She thinks I'm dating him."

"Did you tell her that?" Elena asked.

Caroline rolled her eyes.

"Only you Care. Come let's go finish that bottle of tequila!" Bonnie said linking their arms together.

"You know me so well." Caroline said laughing.

"Come in." Klaus spoke from behind his desk. He finally got home an hour ago but still had tons of work to do.

"Nik, I'm going to stay with a friend. I understand why you don't want me here." Rebekah said from, her spot with her luggage and a big smirk on her face.

"Great!" He said as he typed away. He had no time to understand his crazy sister right now.

"You deserve to be happy, Nik. Don't hide it away." Rebekah said softly, walking up to his desk and dropping a white envelope on his desk

"Someone dropped this off for you." She said smirking as she left, closing the door behind her.

Klaus tried to concentrate back on his computer, but the name on the envelope caught his attention.

"Mr. Arrogant!"

Ripping the envelope, and ready to kill who ever would dare send this to his home.

Mr. Mikaelson (Mr. Arrogant ass)

I am inclosing this letter with the money for your shirt, 450 dollars for a shirt are you serious?! I would like to let you know that with the money I'm sending you, yes you hot arrogant man, you are leaving me officially broke. Not all of us are born with a silver spoon. Some of us have to work very hard for what we get and pay student bills. So next time think about, saving us the problem of having to pay ridiculous prices for your dry cleaners and get the cheaper Armani shirt. For the sakes of other poor young adults who have college loans and rent to pay.

-Sincerely one pissed off girl,

Caroline Forbes.

The letter just caused Klaus to laugh, first time in a long time. Pulling out the check and stuffing it in his wallet and the letter in his desk. He knew he should have thrown it in the trash, but something told him to hold on to it.