Jealousy
Part 1
Damon Salvatore was at Mystic Grill, drowning his sorrows in numerous bottles of top shelf scotch muttering to himself how once again he had been fooled by one certain Elena Gilbert once again. He and his brother Stefan had decided to push her to pick between one of them.
She picked Stefan obviously.
On the stool next to him sat a blond woman. She was in her mid-twenties, with big baby blue eyes and could probably rival him in the number of empty bottles of tequila and gin. She had decided to grab the bull by the horns and told her best friend since childhood how she felt for him.
He turned her down. Hard.
Elena's words "It's always going to be Stefan" rang through Damon's head as he drank.
Jason's words "You're a great friend Nikki, but just a friend" rang through Nicholette's head as she drank.
The bartender saw them and shook his head. Quietly he brought them another round and asked them for their car keys with the next round. Nikki handed over the Smurfette key chain wordlessly while Damon rolled his almost identical blue eyes and ignored the bartender. The bartender sighed.
Damon downed his drink with one gulp. Nikki did the same with her martini. Suddenly she felt the need to speak. She turned to the raven haired man and said
"Friends should be put in the guillotine"
Damon chuckled for the first time that day
"Same goes for girls that choose your brother over you"
Nikki's perfectly plucked left dirty blond eyebrow was raised.
"Bitch"
She said. Damon didn't disagree and signaled the bartender for a series of shots as well as another round.
"Damon"
he said
"Nikki"
she replied and thanked him with a nod of her head. she raised one of the shot glasses
"to assholish friends"
Damon beat her to it, Nikki smiled and continued
"And bitches who pick your brother over you"
They downed their shots together. For once Damon felt no need, nor want, to suck the living force out of Nikki. Instead he spilled his guts to her and even cared enough to drive her home after she fell asleep thanks to thirty five Martinis and twenty two tequila shots.
"Please tell me we didn't..."
Nikki held her pounding head with one hand and clutched tightly the sheet on her chest with the other hand, the next morning. Damon smirked at her bewildered expression.
"Nah.. You passed out early. I had another bottle afterwards"
Nikki's stomach growled in protest and she took off running in direction of the bathroom. Damon laughed loudly and after pointing her to the bathroom he guided her tot he kitchen for a full pot of coffee.
"thanks Damon"
Nikki muttered and took a long sip of the coffee. she was still in her clothes from the day before and had only pulled her bed hair in a messy bun and Damon thought he had never seen a person looking so normal after a night of drinking like that.
"How can you be so chipper?"
"Because I've been drank for the past 170 years!"
Damon said simply and Nikki raised an eyebrow before deciding he's joking and finished her coffee quickly.
"I need to get to work"
"I'll drive you"
He offered before his brain ordered him not to. As soon as he opened the door for them to leave though they found themselves face to face with Elena. Her eyes were perfectly open and the expression in them was perfectly hurt.
"Damon"
She said as coldly as she could.
"Elena"
he said trying to look heartless. And failing.
"Nicolette"
Nikki said breaking their heated stare-a-thon making the teenage girl glare at her so harshly that if she wasn't to similar glares at the Olympics she'd be dust by now and Damon smirk at Elena's reaction.
"Stefan is in his room"
Damon tossed to Elena over his shoulder and guided Nikki to his car.
"Nicolette?"
he asked as they cruised through the strangely busy Mystic Falls
"My full name. I prefer Nikki though. You ok?"
She asked biting her lip feeling suddenly nervous. Damon chuckled darkly
"That was Elena. The one who chose my brother"
"Ouch"
Was all Nikki said realizing it was better to shut up. With a soft 'thanks' to Damon he ran inside the school hoping to change into her gym clothes before first period began.
She didn't even see Jason's harsh glare to her exiting Damon's convertible from his spot on his bike.