A/n-Hello my dearies, welcome to the SEQUEL of Who's crying now- since I've already gotten a comment on it, I will stress that this will be a DELENA story I just have to build up to it, christ. so I've gotten mixed reviews concerning the last chapter of Who's Crying Now and while I knew that I would there was one of them that really bugged me and because of it I feel like I have to address it here. Side Effects on a drug will vary from person to person- taking a pill that has nausea as a side effect is more likely to cause said side effect if there is nothing in the stomach when the pill is taken and also if that person is already stressed/panicking/having major anxiety will more than likely lead to increased nausea (blame it on working in a medical clinic that I randomly know that). Anyways, this story is going to an interesting one, though I will promise a happy ending when everything is finally said and done. Okay I'm done ranting, until next time, happy reading.
The Games We Play
Chapter 1- Elena
I never thought that I would truly get over what happened between Damon and I , but five years later, a whole country away from Mystic Falls and a lot of trust issues later and I felt like things were starting to get better, like I was going to be okay. I groaned softly as I walked into the small apartment that I was sharing with my other half Kol Mikalson, letting my bag fall from my shoulder and hit the ground. We had only been in Nevada for a few weeks and already the heat and the atmosphere were starting to get to me. Swearing softly I toed off my shoes, letting out a little sigh of relief when my bare feet were free of the death contraptions known as high heels.
"Lena is that you?" I winced slightly as he called out the nickname that I loathed- it had been Damon's nickname and yet no matter how many times that I had told him that I never wanted to hear it again he insisted on calling me by it.
"Yeah its me," I called back, all the while wondering who he thought it was that could have walked through the door. He was sitting at the dining room table when I walked into the kitchen, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he looked down at the bills scattered across the table.
"Any luck?" He questioned, tucking the pen from his hand behind his head. I shook my head as I padded over to him, dropping a kiss to his forehead.
"Nope." I had been looking for a job from the moment that Kol and I had stepped off of the plan at McCarran international but hadn't had any luck finding a job, well not a decent one anyways. Kol frowned as he pushed back his chair, the corners next to his eyes crinkling slightly.
"The time for being picky is over Elena." He snapped at me, causing me to flinch, I hated when he was angry.
"I know that I just don't think working a freaking pole is my only option." Shrugging my shoulders I slid onto his lap, my bottom lip between my teeth, "I'll try the college tomorrow, maybe they have a work study program or something." NLVU hadn't been my first school of choice when it came to college, but when I was offered a full ride scholarship I couldn't exactly bring myself to say no- I had promised my mother that I would pursue a career in journalism before she died and now I felt like I had to go through with it. Kol rolled his eyes, his arms settling around my waist as I leaned back into him.
"I'll give you until the end of the week." I smiled at him, pressed a kiss to his cheek and climbed off his lap.
"Thank you, babe." And then I was talking towards the back of the apartment where our room was. I didn't love Kol had no feelings for him past friendship really- but in my senior year of high school when it came down to it, Kol was all I had, I didn't trust anyone else with my heart and I knew from experience that I could trust him. It only seemed like the logical next step that him and I would end up together- so when we started dating and sex came up, I found that I couldn't bring myself to say no. Swallowing I flopped back onto our bed and pushed my fingers back through my hair- that had been three years ago and I hadn't been happy a day since, but part of me felt like Kol would be it- like I could never have anyone better, or better yet, that I would never have anyone else period. Shifting slightly on the bed I looked over towards the clock on the nightstand- 4:30 in the afternoon and I was already exhausted, not that there was much to be done with it- my first class started in an hour and I still had to drive the twenty minutes to the school. Letting out a slow breath I rolled over before pushing myself up, telling myself that I couldn't miss my first day of class no matter how tired I was. When I walked back into the Kitchen, Kol was gone, the table cleared of the bills and no sign that he had ever been there, which was perfectly fine by me, it meant that there was less of a chance of him getting angry that I was leaving for school. And that was the thing, at first things with Kol were okay, even though I wasn't happy I was content, he was a good friend of mine and I figured with time I could learn to love him- but then his true colors came out and it felt like no matter what I did I could never please him, I always was doing something that made him upset or angry, Picking up my purse from where I left it in the hallway I pulled it onto my shoulder and walked out the front door, making sure to close it behind me.
The drive to the campus went a lot quicker than I thought it would but I figured that it would still give me a chance to get to my class a little early and not stress about walking into a room already full of students. The door was open when I got there, the room empty save for one person at the front of the classroom, bent over the professor's desk. I chewed on my bottom lip as I looked him over, my head cocked to the side- as far as I was concerned I could look I just couldn't touch. He was tall with shaggy black hair, well built from what I could tell through the button down shirt and jeans and had an ass that I could drool over. Sighing softly I decided that it might be best if I let him know that I was there before he turned around and caught my ogling him. If my professor was this attractive maybe a three hour class twice a week wouldn't be all that horrible.
"Is this introduction to Journalism?" I questioned softly, knocking on the door frame. The man at the desk tensed up, his shoulders drawn together. Chewing a little harder on my bottom lip I wondered what the hell his problem was, did he not like people talking to him and if that was the case then why the hell was he a teacher- but then he turned around and my heart stopped as I met a pair of baby blue eyes that I hadn't seen in three years.
"Hey Elena," My heart stuttered as he gave me that boyish smile of his, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the next as he stared at me. I let out a slow breath resisting the urge to bolt no matter how much I wanted too, I was older, I was wiser and I wouldn't let him do that to me, and yet I still found myself breathless as his name slipped past my lips.
"Damon..."
