You're at the Charity Car Wash in Mystic Falls, the sun shines as music plays in the background and the sound of laughter and conversation fills the air. You're dressed in short denim shorts and a black bikini top, you feel the suds run down your fingers as you soap up the car of some guys who are clearly enjoying the chance to flirt more than they should.

"Hey babe, you're doing a great job with that," one of them says, with a smirk, his eyes fixed on you.

You smile slightly, trying to ignore the insistent looks, focusing on your work. But you notice something in the corner of your eye. Jeremy Gilbert, his best friend, is leaning against another car, watching the scene with his arms crossed, his face clearly frowning and jealous. With every laugh from the guys around him, he seems to get more tense, like he's about to explode.

Finishing soaping the car, you walk over to him, running a hand through your dripping wet hair. "Jeremy, how are you? You're kind of quiet today."

He lets out a dry laugh, without looking directly at you. "Quiet? No, just watching the fun," he replies with a hint of jealousy evident in his voice, his eyes moving towards the guys who are still watching for you. you from afar.