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She does whatever she wants. She always does. She takes everything she wants as well. And right now she wants my boyfriend. I caught them making out against a tree away from the party neither of them caring that they're in a relationship. I stood there for few minutes in chock before I decided that I had tortured myself enough. I walked away loudly, not that they noticed or cared for that matter. I feel tears fill my eyes, but I won't let them fall. Not for her. Not anymore.
This is after all the way it's always been. She decides what she want. Gets it and then decides that she'd rather have what's mine. She'd get that too. Correction, she'd take it and afterwards when she's done with it, she'd apologize. I'd forgive her, of course. How could I not? I mean she's the golden girl, Nadia pierce, the girl who has it all yet for some reason still wants everything I somehow manage to keep. I didn't love Tyler, I know that and I'll just dump him tomorrow. I won't tell him the real reason why, tough, I'll tell him I grew bored, not that I saw him practically dry hump my supposed best friend. The tears start to fall despite my determination.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" A low voice asks from behind me. I jumped startled and turned around quickly. And let me tell you that's one sexy peace of man standing in front of me. He has raven black hair and bluest eyes I've ever seen. He's a not that tall but still a few inches bigger than me and dressed all in black. He's dressed like a typical bad boy, but the rest of him is all but usual. He has pronounced cheekbones and defined muscles which I can see very well thanks to the tight shirt he's wearing. His most startling features are his eyes though.
"I'm Damon." He says with a smirk plastered on his face and for the first time I notice something in his eyes that seems almost predatory.
"Elena." I tell him and he doesn't even try to hide how he looks me over. Obviously, I'm not as hot as hot as Nadia, but I'm still pretty and confident about my body. So instead of shying away or being offended as I know most high school girl would be, I arch my eye brow and ask him:
"Done?"
"Not quite, but I suppose I could take a pause." He answers arrogantly, his smirk widening if that's even possible.
"Cocky much?" I say laughing.
"Very much, you might find out later but first…" He practically purrs while tracing my lips with his thumb. My breathing starts to catch up as I realize just how close he is. And
"You'll have to answer my question." he continues looking rather pleased with himself.
"What question?"
"Why's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone in the middle of nowhere." I look down noticing just how little space there's left between us and for some reason I tell the truth.
"There's a party going on by the falls. I caught my boyfriend making out with my 'best friend'."
"Ouch!" he answers
"Yeah, you could say that." I tell him with a bitter smile. "But enough about them, what are you doing here. I mean, not to be rude or anything, but it's kind of creepy that you're out here in th middle of nowhere." I continue challenging him with my eyes.
"You're one the talk. You're out here as well."
"Maybe, but I'm emotional, remember, with the whole 'cheating boyfriend' thingy." I shoot back brushing it of like it's nothing.
"You know I've been around for a while, learned a few things."
"No, thanks. Honestly, I just want to forget all about them. Both of them." I say seductively, glancing at his lips.
"You know, I think I could help with that." He told me smirking. He liked his lips, the predatorily look that was equally exciting as it was terrifying back in his eyes. He didn't gave me much time to think about it tough, because he claimed my lips with a kiss that could only be described as hungry.
Unlike the teenage boys I'm used to kissing, he doesn't awkwardly fumbles with his hands or puts his hands on my waste focused on itching closer to either my breasts or my ass. Instead, Damon just lets a groan out and grabs my butt, shoving my body against his. I honestly don't know how long we've been making out or when his hands crept under my t-shirt. All I know is that I suddenly hear a loud honking noise and my dad who's shouting my name angrily. When we break apart, I'm breathing hard.
"Let me give you my number so we can continue this later." I tell him with a seductive smile, while I untangle myself from him, so I don't piss my dad off more than I already have.
"That won't be necessary. I'll find you." He chuckles and I don't know how he plans on finding me, but sure hope he does.
"Elena, get in here!" My dad screams before I can insist on giving him my number.
"I guess, that's my cue to leave." I tell him and he gives me a wink and says:
"I'll see you around, Elena."