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Chapter 1; Last Of The American Girls
She plays her vinyl records singing songs on the eve of destruction
She's a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first for the end of Western civilization
She's an endless war, she's a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation
She's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls
EPOV.
"Caroline I think now would be a great time to stop" I tell her, attempting to keep her seated on the bar stool.
"Arrre you kiddin'? We juuust got herrrreee" She slurs, gulping down another shot and turning to face Bonnie.
"I am sooo getting grounded for this" I mumble, looking towards the entrance of The Grill. Two men walk in. One supporting the others body weight and leading him to a booth. The drunk one slumps and his head falls onto the table with a thud. I shake with silent laughter. That is one wasted dude. The sober one looks to be in his early thirties, with sandy blonde hair. Definitely good looking for an older guy. I can't get a good look at the drunk one's face, but I can see his lean body and black hair covering his face.
"Ooh who are they?" Caroline whispers in my ear. I wrinkle my nose in disgust at the smell of alcohol.
"I don't know. I've never seen either of them here before." I reply, pushing her back towards Bonnie.
"I'm gonna need an ice pack for all the burns that one's giving me." Caroline slurs, wearing a smirk. I laugh and shake my head.
"You better hope I don't tell your sober self what you just said. You'd kill yourself out of shame." I say, smiling.
Every few minutes I'd sneak a glance over my shoulder to see what the guys were doing. It looked like the sober one was sipping a coffee and the drunk one was talking to him, head still on the table. I see the pool tables right beside the booth they're at and hop up, sitting my jacket down.
"I'm gonna go play some pool." I tell Bonnie. She nods and goes back to being Caroline's nanny for the night. I walk over to the table closest to them. Stefan and Matt Donovan stand there talking to one another.
"Hey guys, mind if I watch?" I ask, grabbing a pool stick and leaning against the table.
"Sure." Stefan says, racking up the balls for Matt to break. While they start their game I turn my attention back to the booth.
"...your attitude around the press." The blonde one says, sipping his coffee.
"They can go to hell for all I care." The drunk one says. His voice reeks of sarcasm yet still comes out sexy.
"I know you don't give a damn but I do. This isn't just your image we're talking about anymore." The blonde says, frustrated.
"I'm touched that you care about me so much, Ric." The drunk one says, lifting his head an inch to make eye contact. I mentally curse myself for picking this side of the table. From here all I can see is his back.
"Would you please just drink the coffee." Ric says, pushing the untouched mug across the table. Dark haired takes a sip and then spits it back into the cup, coughing.
"That's the worst coffee I've ever tasted. Are you trying to kill me?" He says angrily.
"So sorry, they don't sell french cappuccinos here." Ric says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He looks down at his watch and sighs, apparently displeased with whatever he saw.
"I've gotta go. You aren't driving tonight, so just walk back. I'll see you tomorrow." Ric says, sitting a twenty on the table and walking away, leaving dark haired sitting alone.
"Thanks a lot, Ric" He mumbles. He pulls out his wallet and puts the twenty away, sitting a five down in it's place.
"..'Lena. Earth to Elena" I turn around to see Matt and Stefan staring at me with amused expressions.
"Sorry guys, my mind was in another universe." I say.
"Yea we can see that" They both say, motioning towards the booth were the mystery man sits.
"I'm gonna go talk to him. Be right back." I say, sitting my pool stick down and walking over to him.
I stop in front of the booth and clear my throat.
"Go ahead, take a seat." He says motioning to the seat across from him without lifting his head. I sit down and lace my fingers together on top of the table.
"Here, have a coffee." He says, pushing his mug towards me. And I just watched him spit some back in there. I think, disgusted.
"Um, no thanks." I say, pushing it back towards him. He lifts the side of his head up to peek at me through one eyes, then lays it back down on the table. God, I've only seen half his face and I can already tell he's gorgeous.
"So. What do you want?" He asks.
"You just looked like you needed some company." I say, shrugging.
DPOV.
God this girl is gorgeous. Brown eyes and silky brown hair. I wonder what it'd feel like to run my fingers through it. She can't be over eighteen. Hmm maybe she's a virgin. I wonder what she'd be like in bed. Oh damn, this is the south. What if her dad owns a shotgun? That wouldn't look good in the paper. 'Protective father kills Salvatore. Shotgun on display', yea that's just what I need right now.
I sit up straight and get the pleasure of hearing her gasp. A smirk appears on my face.
"Yea, yea, I know I'm beautiful" I say, staring at her. She groans and rolls her eyes, reaching her hand across the table.
"I'm Elena Gilbert." She says. I stare at her hand and shake my head until she drops it.
"I'm Damon." I reply.
"That's it? Just Damon?" She asks, eying me suspiciously.
"For now, it's just Damon" I say, flashing her a smirk.
"Ok then 'Damon'. How'd you get so wasted?" She asks.
"Long story. Don't care to relive it." I mumble.
"Yea I'm sure." She says.
"But if your really that curious. I could always tell you tomorrow morning." I say, smirking.
"How would you tell me tomorrow morning?" She asks.
"I'll tell you when you wake up in my bed." I whisper loudly. Her jaw drops and my smirk widens. God, that never gets old.
"No thanks" She says, quickly collecting herself.
"No thanks?" I ask, shock on my face.
"Yea that's what I said." She replies simply. "Do you need a ride home?" She asks, changing the subject.
"Sure. My so called 'friend' had other plans apparently." I say, standing up.
"Let me grab my stuff and tell my friends bye, then we can go." She says, walking away.
If I can't get her in my bed tonight, I won't drink for a day.
"Ok all set." She says, returning to my side. We walk out the door and over to her car.
"Where are we headed?" She asks, turning the key and starting the car.
"Salvatore boarding house. Its right passed..."
"Yea, I know exactly where it is." She interrupts me.
"Small town" She says, noticing the weird look on my face. She silent during the drive and I take the time to form a plan.
Hmm a goodbye kiss sounds nice. That can lead to something, which can lead inside, which can lead to my bed. Then all will be right in the world.
She stops in front of the house and turns off the car. We sit there for a second, not knowing what to say.
"Thanks for the ride." I settle for, turning to look at her.
"No problem. I guess I'll see you around." She says nervously. I take advantage of the moment and close the distance between us, pressing my lips to her's.
"Mmmm" I moan, licking her lips. She gasps and tries to push me back but I hold my ground.
"See you around" I say, centimeters from her lips. The ever present smirk back on my face. I open the door and climb out, not bothering to look at her expression.
Until next time, Gilbert. I think. I walk inside without looking back.
AN: So...what did you guys think? Worth continuing or a waste of time? If 1/4 of the people that read it, review, I'll continue it.
Love you guys XD, Riley.