Hopefully this isn't completely awful for an opening chapter.
"Shit," Elena whispered as she felt her face grow hot with embarrassment, hoping no one had just seen her trip, spilling the few grocery items she carried in a basket. She was sure people were already rushing to her aid, being nearly 6 months pregnant and a young girl of only 23, people tend to think she needs help with everything. Looking up, she ran a hand through her hair and tried to push herself up, but to no avail. "Fuck," she murmured under her breath when she realized no one was in the aisle. She was mentally cursing at herself for coming so early in the morning.
"Are you okay sweetie?" An elderly women rushed over upon seeing Elena and bent down as far as she could, interrupting her thoughts. Elena sighed relieved, "Yeah, do you think you could find someone to help me up?"
The women nodded, "Of course dear. I'll be back in a moment." She smiled gratefully at her, wanting nothing more to get off the cold ground. She pulled the sleeves of her gray hoodie down, wrapping her hands around the end of the fabric, noticing the ends were beginning to fray.
She looked up once she heard two sets of footsteps, seeing a man rushing over with the same women following behind, "Are you hurt?" He questioned kneeling beside her. Elena shook her head, trying to avoid eye contact with his piercing blue eyes. Why? She'd never had a hard time talking to anyone, stranger or not, but something about him was intimidating and alluring at the same time. He reached out his hand, which she took hesitantly before he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up into a standing position. "Thank you," she breathed out, suddenly feeling very self conscious. He replied nonchalantly, "It's no problem, you sure you're okay?" She waved her hand, "Yeah, I didn't fall very hard." He nodded and the elderly lady said a quick bye, after she was sure Elena was okay. Elena stuck her hands her sweatshirt pocket, and pressed her lips together tightly as an awkward silence passed over. He gestured to the spilled contents on the floor, "Here, let me," he said while bending over to retrieve the scattered food. "Thanks," Elena smiled, "again." He put everything in the basket and stood up, "You're welcome," he smirked. Elena could feel her cheeks flush red, silently praying he wouldn't notice.
"Alright, well have a nice day." He said beginning to step away. She smiled at him and nodded her head slightly, hoping she didn't look like a complete idiot. She took the basket from him and started in the opposite direction, heading to the front of the store to pay for her food. "Shit," she cursed under her breath after taking a step. Blue eyes turned around and raised an eyebrow at her, "You alright there?"
"I think I twisted my ankle when I fell." He walked back over and took the basket from her, holding out his arm for her. "Thanks." He shook his head and rolled his eyes, she realized she probably said thanks in the past 3 minutes than any normal person should.
"Do you need a ride?" He asked after she had paid for her groceries. She shook her head and pulled her hand way from his arm, "Oh no no, I'll be fine." Elena took another step and visibly winced. Smirking he replied, "I can see that, you can pick up your car tomorrow. Elena placed her hands on her hips, "I don't even know your name, what makes you think I'll get in a car with you? You could be crazy for all I know." He smirked at her, "Come on, does this look like the face of a crazy person?" Rolling her eyes she sighed, "Fine. Lets go."
"Damon," he turned to her breaking the silence. "Pardon?" Elena said with a raised eyebrow. He looked back forward and turned the car into her neighborhood, following the instructions Elena had given him. She knew she shouldn't have given him her address, let alone be in the car with him. He seemed harmless enough, but than again, maybe post psychopaths did at first. "You said you didn't know my name. It's Damon." She looked over at him and smiled "Elena,"
He pulled into the drive way and glanced over at him, "Well Elena, do you need me to help you inside? Or I could go get your husband for you." She shook her head, "No, I'm not married.. I'd tell you to go get my roommate Bonnie, but she won't so much as budge if you wake her before 10." She had expected him to react at least a little to not being married, but there was not a hint of judgement in his eyes. "So option number one?" She blushed, "If you wouldn't mind."
Putting the car in park and killing the engine, they both got out of the car, Elena waiting by the passenger door with her groceries in hand. He looped his arm around her waist helping her up the few steps that led to the porch. She knew he was just being friendly but she couldn't help the goose bumps that had formed on her skin. Unlocking the door Elena wobbled in awkwardly with the help of Damon. She sat down on the couch, feeling like it was more his home than her own. "I'm going to go grab an ice pack," he informed her. She nodded as he walked a few feet to the kitchen and brought one back. "Thank you, you didn't have to do that. I really appreciate it." He smirked again, "I'm usually an asshole," Elena looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "figured this might even things out." He winked at her playfully and she laughed lightly.
"Elena?" Bonnie questioned from the top of the stairs, "who's this?"