I hope there are still some people out there who care about this story; this is more of a rewrite than anything else. I've been working on this for a while now, on and off for about two years. I loved the idea of the story but not the writing itself and not the way the story turned out. Bearing in mind, this first chapter is short because I want to know if people care enough for me to keep posting but give it a read and let me know what you think.

I'm going to post a song at the beginning of each chapter that hopefully you'll give a listen to either before, during or after the chapters to set the tone although if I can find one individual who hasn't heard the instant classic below, I'll give you a medal.

Ed Sheeran – Thinking Out Loud
People fall in love in mysterious ways,
maybe it's all part of a plan.

"Are you stalking me?" the question caught me off guard and the three books I was clutching in my arms like the innocent fresher I was went flying. Great.
"Oh for goodness sake!" I puffed, bending down to pick them up.
"Allow me,"
"Ok, who the hell do you-" my question was cut short when I caught sight of the gorgeous, dark-haired stranger staring intently at me with the bluest eyes in the entire world, holding my books in his hand. He grinned at my sudden pause.
"Sorry," he smirked. "let me introduce myself. I'm Damon, Damon Salvatore."
He held out his hand to me and I stared at it like it was an alien. Surely, he couldn't be serious?
"I'm late," I mumbled, suddenly feeling very very embarrassed under his curious gaze. Without waiting for an answer, I snatched my books out of his hand and flew down the corridor hoping to secure as much distance between me and the beautiful stranger as humanly possible.

"Late, huh? That's an unusual name."
Oh no. Oh NO. I looked up from my desk to see those all-too familiar blue eyes looking at me. Oh my god, oh my god. Of course, he was on my course… of course he was.
Inwardly taking a deep breath, "Elena," I had attempted to find out my voice but it came out of more of a strangled cry. Clearing my throat I tried again, "my name is Elena."
Damon looked to be enjoying my misery and cocked his head to the side. "I know. You're were in my 9 o'clock."
Ugh, of course, everyone who does the law degree had to take the same three compulsory classes. He must have remembered me saying my name at registration.
As if he'd just read my mind: "I remembered you saying your name at registration"
"Oh." I didn't really know where to go with that. "Ok."
"So…" He was hovering. "May I sit?"
"Sure."

September 18th 2012

Dear diary,

I met a boy today.

He's unlike anyone else I've ever met before. I think I'm falling for him.

The only problem is, I don't think he's a relationship type of guy.

He might hurt me.

But it might be worth it.

I guess there's only one way to find out.

E x

Might be worth it. Famous last words.