OH NO, YOU DIDN'T..!

I jogged along the edge of the park, making sure not to get hit by a football or a cricket ball. If it hadn't been for the bright sunny weather, I wouldn't have even thought about stepping out on the school grounds. All of my friends were either sleeping in the class, wasting time in the washrooms or making out with their mates. Well, what to expect when the 'competition season' of our school is in full swing. All the non-talented children were either, like me, enjoying the weather in the park or doing what I mentioned in the school buildings. Suddenly, I realized that the person running behind me had been behind me for the past 15 minutes even though I was running like a turtle (not that turtles could run).

I looked behind me to find the infamous Damon Salvatore smirking at me. High school jock, player and the most ego-ish, annoying and arrogant person EVER.

But good-looking, definitely sexy

God, what did he want now? I paused and turned towards him, trying to catch my breath from all the running. He paused, too.

"WHAT?"I snapped at him.

"What 'what'? Did I do something?" he asked innocently and the smirk turned into an adorable little pout.

"Oh, please. Cut the crap. You have been following me. What do you want?" I balked, coming immediately to the point. I don't know why I was being so rude. Maybe it was the sun or maybe the fact that my personal diary (as I like to call it) was lost.

"Well, I want a lot from you", he teased seductively, "but I am not following you, sweet pea. I am just…running behind you" he finished with that signature smirk of his. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Whatever" I said and started jogging again. No matter how intolerably irritating he was, I just couldn't NOT find his dialogues hilarious. Damon started jogging beside me too.

"wait" he called. I kept running. But he was next to me, easily keeping pace.

"You really should be nicer to me right now" he continued and I tried my best to ignore him.

"Remember that night at the camp? That little book of yours that you love so much?" this caught my attention. I spun around so fast that it almost gave me a headache for a second.

"What about it?"I asked hastily, which made it sound more like a 'wha-bot-it'. I'm surprised he understood me. Not that any of this mattered though

I waited impatiently, eager for what I was about to hear next.

"Glad I got your attention. Yeah, about that. It's kept in my locker right now. You want it?" he asked me as if he was asking a 5-year-old for candy.

I stared at him incredulously. A million thoughts raced through my head. I didn't know if I should be relieved that I finally knew where it was and thank him or to strangle him for even laying a finger on it. Did he read it? This could seriously not be happening.

"Give it back to me. " I said through gritted teeth, frustration more than anger rising to the brim of my tone.

It seemed that my expression satisfied him." Uh-uh. Not so fast. Did you really think it was going to be this easy?" he taunted me. My palms tingled and I felt like killing something.

This was not good. This was really not good.

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