I drive fast, wind in my hair

I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care

I've got a burning desire for you, baby

I've got a burning desire


I wipe the sweat off my forehead and put all my things into my bag. I worked hard today. I feel like my body is going to give out beneath me. I quickly pull my water bottle from my bag and chug it like crazy, feeling like I will never get hydrated again.

I gasp as I finish drinking and put my bottle back in my bag, leaving the gym. I guess you could call me a gymnast. I mean I am but it is so much more than that.

It is my life.

I really don't know any different and I don't want to know any different. I am so happy I found something I love to do at such a young age and kept with it. There are agonizing days like today where I feel like I am going to die but then…there are the good days where I learn a new skill or go to international and elite competitions and show off my hard work. And that is what makes the bad days just a little bit better.

I open my car door, throw my bag into the passenger seat before collapsing into my seat. I feel exhausted and drained and just…tired. I really want to go home and just sleep.

Like on all bad days I try to close my eyes and think about what is good. There are so many things that are good in my life, I feel a bit spoiled.

My parents are pretty well off so I have never had to worry about money or buying gymnastics gear or anything. My parents are pretty supportive and amazing so I am pretty lucky. But most importantly I am where I have always wanted to be in my gymnastics career. A year ago I made the national team to represent my country at any international meet and that is huge. It's been my biggest goal since I was a kid but now I have to think about an even bigger goal that has always been in the back of my mind and it's also one that I don't try to think about a lot because I thought I would never get to there.

The Olympics.

Honestly I thought I would just stay in the same level forever but I don't know what happened…Well I do but I don't like thinking about it a lot. Instead I think back to Nationals last year and Worlds and how I represented my country and hit my routines. That is what I need to focus on, staying positive and loving what I do.

I smile, taking a deep breath before clicking my seatbelt in and heading home. I have to have a strict routine for everything to go smoothly, so that I get enough sleep because if I get slightly off that schedule I am a mess for about a week.

But no matter the struggles or sacrifices I go through with this sport it is all fine with me. I have been doing this since I was 10 months old with mommy and me classes and I am not turning back for anyone or anything. I am in too deep.

I am about halfway home when my car starts acting weird and slowing down. I frown looking at all the lights on my dashboard and I see nothing wrong?

"Damn it." I curse, pulling over to the shoulder of the road and turning off the engine. I hop out of my car and decide to check my tires because that is the most common car trouble right? Crap. I know nothing about cars who am I kidding.

Walking to the second tire and I notice it is completely flat. I groan and kick it even though that helps nothing. I sigh and go back into the car to look for my phone but it is nowhere to be found….What? I think back to where I last had it and…it's at the gym.

I hit my head against the seat rest and sigh.

I decide to get out of the car and just wait for someone to help me. Or lend me there phone because once again I left my phone at the gym. I don't know why I keep forgetting it, probably because I only use it to text my coach or parents.

I am now leaning against my car, waiting for someone to come by. This is definitely not how I wanted to spend my time when I got out of the gym from working out for 8 hours. I start to feel feeling defeated when out of nowhere I see headlight slowly making its way down the road. Squealing I start waving my arms to get them to notice me, it is hard because it is so dark out already but it is worth a shot.

Just when I thought the person was going to keep going, the car pulls to the side of the road right behind my car. I fist bump a little; happy I am one step closer to getting home. I take a second look at the car and admire it. There is something about it that I love. It has character and age, I always wanted a car like this but of course my parents thought of the safety side of things, wanting as many airbags and updates. A man gets out of his car but it is hard to see his face with it being so dark.

"Hey." The stranger greets.

"Hey…." I walk closer to him before gesturing to my car. "My tire is flat and…I kinda left my phone at the gym." I bite my lip and look back up at him.

Finally he is close enough and the moonlight is glistening over his face perfectly. His jaw is so hard and beautifully tight as he stares down at me. He has messy ink black hair and…incredible dazzling cerulean eyes that make me draw in a quick breath.

What am I doing right now?

My life has solely been gymnastics. I mean I have had boys ask me out but I really don't have the time. I am in the gym the entire day of the week besides Sunday because that is the one day I spend with my parents. But when I do something I don't like to half ass it, I want to give it my all. And right now gymnastics is everything to me and it just isn't fair to throw a boy into the mix both for me and him.

"Oh." He frowns taking his eyes off me and onto the tire. "Do you have a spare?" His bright eyes flash back to me.

I gulp, moving my eyes away from his intense stare because I need to focus. "Uhm…I think so?" I walk around to the trunk and open the doors before lifting the mat where the tire should be under. "Yeah…here it is." I turn around to show it to him but his face is inches from mine. I feel the intensity and warmth from our bodies swirl between us. The proximity is almost too much for me but somehow I can't find it in me to move. My traitorous eyes make their way down to his full lips, I feel my throat constrict at the beauty of his face and the electricity flowing through us before I come back to earth and quickly cough, breaking the trance and move away. "So do you know how to change a tire? If not I just need to call my parents…" I trail off.

"No I can do it." He smirks in a way that should be evil but for some reason makes my heart skip a beat.

"Okay." I say out of breath. "Thank you so much."

"So what is your name?" He asks while working on the tire.

"Elena." I bite my lip and look down trying to not get swept up by him. "You?" I ask politely.

"Damon."

"So Damon…" I cross my ankles. "What do you do?"

"Mechanic." He answers blandly while wiggling something loose in the tire rim. "You?"

I laugh at the fact that he is a mechanic. Now I feel stupid for asking him if he knows how to fix a stupid tire. Nice one Elena.

"Gymnast." I reply back while watching him.

He stops what he is doing and looks at me. "Oooh." He nods. "Nice." He smirks again before returning to my car.

I scoff and look out into the dark night. "Every man's reaction, I swear."

"I mean…It is a good perk in certain….situations." He chuckles, his back still to me.

God. I have never met a man so cocky and certain before. I don't know whether to be annoyed or turned on.

Instead we sit in silence as he changes the tire. I feel so uncomfortable around boys not knowing what to do or if they are even into me or not, so usually I just ignore them but he is making it hard. I just really can't afford a relationship right now. It is just another sacrifice I have to do.

Though as I am watching him wiggle things tight and loose I see the muscles in his arm as flex beneath his shirt. Oh god. I decide to look away out into the night. My parents are probably wondering why I am not home yet. I just turned 18 but I still live with them, after what happened they can get worried pretty fast…

"Okay." He declares and wipes his hands on his jeans and stands up. "Spare tire is on. Where do you want me to put the old one?"

I clear my throat nervously before I find my words. "Oh uhm the trunk is fine" I smile kindly as he picks the tire up and hauls it into the trunk. "Thank you so much." I say genuinely.

He turns around to face me with the biggest smirk on his face as he crosses his arms and stares at me. "Mhmm, how will you repay me?"

"Oh…" I jump and pull my wallet out of my jacket. "How about…." But he cuts me off.

"I don't want your money." He scoffs.

"Then…?" I trail off confused.

"I am pretty hungry…" He purses his lips and looks at the night sky.

Who is this guy?

Honestly, how can I trust this guy? I just met him. And now he wants to have dinner with me? Either I am incredibly bad at noticing a guy hitting on me or he is some sort of serial killer.

I cross my arms as well taking him in. "I just met you, how do I not know you will not kidnap me or something?" I raise my eyebrow.

He shakes his head and laughs. "Do I look like someone who would do that?" he gestures down his perfectly sculpted body and probably designer clothing. "I am pretty sure I dress way better for that."

"You never know." I raise my chin up in defiance.

He sighs before digging in his pockets and I immediately tense. What if he has a gun? Or a knife? But instead he pulls out his phone and hands it to me.

I look at him like he is crazy. "What?"

He smiles and chuckles. "Put your number in."

"You want my number?" I repeat slowly.

"Yeah?"

I just really want to go home at this point so I will do anything to get away from this beautiful stranger I am trying to ignore. I take his phone into my hands and sigh as I punch in my old expired number. I don't even know if it works but I don't care.

"There." I hand it back to him with a fake smile.

"Mhm, thank you….Elena." My name rolls off his tongue and for a moment we both just stare at each other. His eyes hold so much mystery that I want to find out but I can hear my mind in the background telling me I should run.

I cough and break our trance. "Well, thanks anyway for the help."

He suddenly reaches for my hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing it. I widen my eyes at his actions because never have I expected this. He just keeps surprising me.

"Goodbye Elena…for now." He grins before releasing me hand and turning around to get in his car.

I stand there for a moment confused at what just happened before shaking my head and getting into my car as well.

For both our sake, I hope that is the last time I see Damon.


Okay I wrote most of this months ago but wanted to at least get two chapters written and plan a few things out before I fully posted it.

Super nervous!

So to continue and let me know please hit the review button.

Very anxious because it is so different. Had this idea for awhile because I am a HUGE fan of gymnastics and know the names and what it takes so i knew i could do this. I hope to update soon.

Aaaah let me know what you think!

Also Unusual You readers. I am writing the sequel ;) Just needed a break but warning it is feels central. xo.