Somebody to you
Category: TV Shows » Vampire Diaries
Author: JustLola
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Humor


Chapter 1: Chapter 1


Chapter 1

Disclaim : I do not own Vampire Dairies. Or any song, movie or artist I refer to in this fanfiction.

Authors notes :

Guys I have started to rewrite Somebody to you, some aspects of this story just seemed unreal un I wanted to re-write. So some things are going to change in this story and it's going to be a new story all together. J Happy reading. Not much changes to chapter 01 thou

Elena's POV

I watched the sight in front of me with disgust as Rebekah Michaelson plants a kiss on Damon Salvatore's cheek. I could not understand how these girls could be so stupid to fall for him. But hey usually by this time it has surpassed a kiss on the cheek and they would be off in some random room doing the dirty deed. Every week it was a different girl, like it is some kind of accomplishment. I vowed to myself that I would never fall for him or stoop so low to be one of the names nailed up against his walls. I would not be 'that' girl like I like to refer to each and every one of Damon's girls. They were those girls…

He always had an arm around a girl one way or another, it seemed like he really didn't care who it was unless she wore a skirt, well I can't really say every girl that wears a skirt, I mean he had his standard and would not choose anyone who didn't meet it. Sorry to all the DUFF (Designated, ugly, fat, friend.) What a surprise, I mentally thanked myself yet again for wearing jeans tonight. I wasn't a skirt type of girl.

As always it was one of Alaric or also known as Ric's killer Friday night parties after the football game. Which was held almost every Friday even if there weren't any games. Typical right? His parents was cool like that always assuring the other parents that they would chaperone but in the end they end up buying a lot of cheap liquor and disappearing around 20:00. Not really sure where they disappear of too or what they actually do.

My soon to be boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore had dragged me here because his brother, the man I was watching currently is the Captain of the football team and we just had to support him. I mean what the hell? All the girls he had been with did not even have this much support in their push up bra's. I wasn't one to talk I could maybe do with a push up bra or two seeing that I was barely a b-cup. B for barely boob. I mentally laugh at myself for the silly joke. I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder and then Stefan is at my side, holding two drinks, one for him and one for me. I take it from him, taking a sip of the cheap beer in the plastic red cup. Finally hitting my red cup status. That was actually a thing. You are not popular until you at least had one picture on Facebook where you are at a party holding a red cup.

"Thanks." I say trying hard not to scrunch up my nose at the awful taste of the amber liquid. Cheap beer means it tasted like shit, Ric's parents really needed to up their game because this shit sucked, and I really could not see how people were drinking this.

"Sure thing, thanks again for coming to the party with me." Stefan says smiling sweetly at me and I can't help but smile back. This boy was such a sweet heart, nothing like his big bad brother. And he totally had the looks to go with it. I briefly wonder how he would go for someone like me. I mean I'm the plane Jane, good girl next door type. To be honest with you, I am 16 and a few months give or take, and never have I ever been kissed, not even a peck on the cheek. So what would he possible see in me? He probably already had a kiss or three might even have been with a girl I didn't know. Nor did I really care, wait I am lying but we will get to that conversation when we get there.

It wasn't like I was keeping track of everyone around me. I personally knew the background of myself, my two best friends Bonnie and Caroline who's standing off to the side and well everyone knew about Damon's slutty ways. I bet you if my parents knew I was attending a party where the infamous Damon was they would have me wear a chastity belt. Yeah even my parents knew about Damon. He was the boy your parents warned you about to stay away from.

But Stefan, Stefan was the boy you wanted your daughter to fall in love with and be high school sweethearts, go off to college and then eventually get married and end up with a bunch of kids. And to tell you the truth I am planning on doing just that. Well I was already in love with Stefan, all that's needed to be done was he had to ask me out to be his girl. And of course I would say yes in a heartbeat.

"Well how could I deny your request? You asked so nicely." I feel like a fool for attempting to flirt with the boy holding me around my waist now. I see his pearly white teeth as he smiles at me.

My aim for tonight was for Stefan to ask me to be his girl, have a fun night out and when he takes me home around 22:45, yeah 22:45 because he was such a good boy and did not want to upset my father, I would share my first kiss with him and that would be the nail to our coffin and we would officially be together and start our happily ever after.

He had been asking me to a lot of events the past few weeks, first we went to the county fair and we spent the day getting to know each other and we had a lot of fun and a lot in common. And then it was the picnic in the park with some of our mutual friends. Caroline, Bonnie and Matt. And in the late afternoons he would just happen to walk past my house and we would go on a walk around the block or maybe to the park and just talk for hours. It was nice, it was refreshing.

But that's when I actually noticed Damon more. I noticed his no care attitude, his partying, I noticed that he never had the same girl on his arms twice and they never lasted for more than a week. I couldn't explain why it had caught my attention I just knew I did not want to be one of those girls. Those girls got bad reputations and it was clear what Damon wanted from them, and sex with Damon wasn't a priority to me nor an option. It wasn't even something I thought about till after I got married to Stefan hopefully, and I don't mean having sex with Damon after I get married to his brother. I can see how someone would get confused with that statement.

You probably think I am a goody-goody, and you are right I am but I just value my morals. My parents raised me to be a good person. That entailed saving myself for the right guy, whether it was my first kiss, my first boyfriend or even my first time with a guy. I just wanted to do it right and fall in love with the right guy and have my happily ever after, I might sound like someone obsessed with Disney movies and happily ever after but I believed in that.

I vaguely laugh at a joke Matt is attempting to tell but failing dismally when Stefan disappears to retrieve another round of drinks, leaving me in the company of Caroline and Matt who I suspect like each other. Well it was kind of clear that they liked each other. I mean I could see how they stole glances at each other and the secret smiles that they shared when no one was looking. Hell I was doing the same with Stefan.

"…And he asked 'who's there?' and I was like 'you know who'." I seriously did not think that was funny but I just smiled at him referring to Voldemort of Harry Potter in a knock-knock joke. I look around and the party has dimmed down a bit from an hour back. People had become more comfortable and relaxed, now lounging on the chairs and couches. I could see a few of my fellow class mates passed out. Clearly alcohol got the better of them and they would regret it in the morning.

But seriously who in their right mind would drink until they passed out, much less on the cheap ass bear that was provided. I see Alaric or rather Ric speaking to a busty blonde of to the side and I have a feeling that he might just get lucky for the second time tonight. Like I didn't notice when he sneaked of up the stairs with my older niece Jenna. Men…Some really don't change.

When I turn back I noticed that Damon had decided to joined us. "Donavan, when are you going to ask blondy out? Isn't it basic knowledge you two like each other?" He asks lounging his arm around Matt's neck smiling at him then at Caroline who all of a sudden is staring at the ground at something very interesting I presume and her face just turning to the colour of a tomato. Making it obvious Care.

"Damon…" Matt starts but soon stops because there was no denying it. Damon was right and it seemed that Caroline and Matt was the only ones who really didn't see the click that they had. But still maybe Matt wanted to do it a bit more subtle. Maybe a bit more private and romantic.

"Maybe Matt's just being a gentleman about it, ever thought of that?" I ask and it seems that all attention is on me because I'm sure all four of the people in front of me are now staring at me in shock. Me, the silent girl who rarely spoke is now raising her opinion and nether the less I am talking direct to Damon. I don't normally talk to him, I like to distance myself from him.

"If you still believe in true love and all that shit then you are just as stupid as that dumb bitch Rebekah." Damon snorts and I'm actually hurt that he would say such a thing but taking someone else's feelings in consideration was not something that Damon did so why was I even surprised.

"If being in love and true love is so stupid and I'm a dumb bitch what does that make you? A liar? Because you sell that shit like sweet cake." I respond and it seems like I have taken Damon by surprise which is pretty rare because the man is never outspoken. Never. And I am walking a pretty thin line now.

"A liar? All you girls are the same and you're lying to yourselves, I am not the one at fault because you see the truth and know the truth but still hope for a different ending in the end." Well that was the truth but I was not counted among those sheep because I knew who and what Damon Salvatore was and I would never be one of the girls he referred to just now.

"I see the truth for what it is and I see you for the lying, cheating asshole that you are." With that said I turn from our now growing group and I rush up the stairs to the first available bathroom I can find. My cheeks are flushed and my blood was pumping under my skin. Was this adrenaline that I was feeling or was this anger? I could not focus at this moment because my hands was shaking. How could he just get to me like that? I mean why was I so affected and offended? Was it because I was fighting against everything that he portrayed or what?

Tears were at the edges of my eye lashes threatening to fall. I don't even know why I want to cry right now but I want to smash my hand against the mirror and I want to let these tears fall. I placed my palms on the edge of the basin and I looked at myself in the mirror. Damon just got on my nerve. I should not let this bother me. But deep down it did and still, with everything that I said it would never make a difference because I was a no body, what I said was irrelevant. I sigh and open the cold water tap.

Splashing my now tear stained cheeks just to cool down. To wash away the evidence that Damon had caused. I needed to keep myself under control. If Stefan saw me like this… I didn't want to think about that. He didn't need to see me so wounded up. I close the tap and dry my hands and face with the towel next to the basin. I take a deep breath and look at myself again. Get a hold of yourself Elena! Hell you are not a six year old girl that just lost her favourite dolls head.

I hear a knock on the door and turn to it in surprise. "It's occupied." I breathe out and turn back to the mirror. Could they not see that the door is closed and locked? I mean seriously? Did these people not have any common sense? No, clearly not.

"Elena, it's Stefan," the voice on the other side of the door says and I stop to look at the door in surprise. "Listen I need to take Rebekah home, she refuses that Damon takes her, well he actually doesn't want to take her so she asked me. I'll be back in time to pick you up and take you home." His words seem foreign as he speaks through the bathroom door but I try hard to compose myself and ensure that my little make up that I applied earlier was still in tack before turning towards the door rushing to it. "I'll see you in a few babe." He states and I almost run to the door, fidgeting with the key to unlock it before swinging it open to an empty space in front of me.

I look from side to side and Stefan is nowhere in sight, I was to slow. I sigh and hang my head in defeat as I turn back into the bathroom and walk inside, closing the door softly behind me. He could at least wait until I opened the door before he left. Okay well I didn't say anything to indicate to him that he had to wait. Tonight was just horrible. It was not the way I had planned it and it would not live up to the expectation that I had. Damn Damon and how he just always seems to fuck over everything he comes in contact with.

I walk over to the bath and sit on the edge. This was not the time to completely lose my shit. But I wanted to yell and I wanted to bang my fists against the wall and just tell the world how bad this night really is. But it seems that fate had other plans with me. Well this was it, my night couldn't get any worse than it already was.

The door is softly pushed swinging open and Damon is on the over end. I look up to the ceiling sighing out of frustration. That was not a challenge to say things could not get any worse! "What now?!" I exclaimed still staring at the ceiling as he moves into the bathroom closing the door behind him. That just made me feel more frustrated. Being in close confines with the elder Salvatore was never a good plan.

"What now?! What now?" he replied with another question moving over to the toilet placing the top down and sitting on it. At first I thought he was going to pull his jeans open and use the toilets right then and there in front of me but luckily that did not happen. But really? I was not going to sit in the bathroom alone with this man with my blood still boiling.

I look at him and he has one elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand and he's staring at me innocently, like he had done nothing wrong. His blue eyes piercing into my soul as he watches my every move. I open my mouth to speak but it would be better if I said nothing because my mood was already rotten and entertaining him would only wound me up more.

"Nothing to say now?" he asks raising a brow in question. "No crowd to watch as you try take me down?" he seemed almost hurt as he spoke to me but I would not let my guard down that easily. He wasn't someone that got hurt but he liked to hurt others.

"Just shut up." I say as I push of off the edge of the bath walking over to the basin to check my make up again, not like there was anything that I could do, before I planned on leaving the room.

"Oh so that's how it's going to be now?" he asked as he stood up as well turning towards the door. "Just shut up?" he mimicked my voice and I glare at him through the mirror and he just smirks but I would not commute with him any further. I would keep my ground and leave this bathroom and leave this dumb party as soon as Stefan returned. "Well sunshine my baby bro just texted me saying I should take you home cause he's running late."

I turn towards him and just shake my head in disbelief because Stefan told me that he would be back in time to take me home. "No he didn't." I say as I move towards him the glare still present on my face. If looks could kill he would be buried, yesterday, because he was lying.

Damon just nodded his head as he pulled out his phone and fidgeted with it and then he pushed the screen into my line of vision. And I read the text from Stefan stating that Rebekah got sick on their way home and he would not be in time to pick me up and if Damon could please take me home because I had a curfew and had to be home at 23:00. I look at the little digital clock on the right corner of his phone screen and I see that it's already 22:30.

I huff out of frustration wrapping my arms over my chest. "Fine." I mumble but I can see the clear frustration on his face that he had to take me home was not in his plans for the evening.

"Come on then, don't want to keep mommy and daddy waiting up for precious little Elena." He says as he turns around and places his hand on the door knob to open the door. And that was it. I had it with this man! He was rubbing me up the wrong way since the first day I met him and now this was pushing it too far! No one and I mean no one spoke to me like that.

As he starts to open the door I slam my palm on the door knocking it close again. "What is your problem with me!?" I yell as he slowly turns around with an amused look on his face. Yes I know I am fucking amusing, he didn't have to look so damn happy about it.

"Ooh the little girl wants to play with the big boys now?" he asks and the sarcasm is thick in his voice. And I'm sure that he's doing this on purpose because no one in their right mind would ever do this.

I take a step closer and he is backed up against the wall as I stare at him in disbelieve. "I might be a little girl but you will always be a heartless asshole that no one will ever truly love because you are too much of a fucking dick to see what truly matters. You will never change… I still have a chance to grow up." I say and that's when my palm connects with his cheek and I slap him clear across his face, leaving a red mark where my hand had connected with his cheek.

We are both quiet as we stare at each other in complete shock. I could not believe that I lashed out on him like I had just done. But maybe that's what he needed and I knew he deserved that. I take a step back and now my angry tears are sliding down my cheeks and I really don't care who sees.

I watch as he gently place his hand to his now red cheek and touch it softly before removing it from his face and then he's staring at his fingers like he's expecting there to be blood. But his eyes never meet mine not even once. He silently turns back to the door and opens it before standing to the side to let me exit. My eyes never leave him but I exit the bathroom and I don't even bother to greet my friends because I am still too upset to believe that this just happened. He follows me silently and we both ignore the stares and the whispers that follow.

As we reach the front door he opens it and he then leads me out to his dark blue Camaro parked in the driveway. Quite the opposite of Stefan's Ford Fiesta. He doesn't even bother to open the door as he swings his door open and get into the driver's seat, securing the safety belt. I get into the passenger's side and secure my own safety belt. He turns up the radio to the soft sound of The Vamp featuring Demi Lavato's Somebody to you in the back.

"Lock your door." He states in a low voice and I turn to the side to quickly lock the door before settling down in the leather seat. Safety was at least one of his priorities. I wondered how many girls had ever been in this seat, driving next to Damon. I wondered how many girls he took to his back seat and…. Never mind, I didn't need to think of that. As the lead singer of the vamps voice starts singing I can't help but hum with the song. It was one of my favourite songs at the moment. "…yeah you… I used to be so tough… Never really gave enough…"

Did I just hear Damon sing along to one of my favourite song? No that could not be. I shake my head because it was a ridiculous thought.

"And then you caught my eye…" I steal a glance at him and yip his lips are moving and he is softly singing. He caught me staring at him and he glared at me. "What?" he asks and I think my mouth is slightly ajar in disbelief.

"Your singing?" I say half raising my brow in question.

Did he just roll his eyes at me? Really! "Well it's my car. My rules. My singing." He replies and his eyes are back on the stearin wheel. I wonder what else is on his play list and if he liked the same bands as me. No wait I should not wonder shit like this because I am still angry at him. I look back to the front window and the street lights are flying by in the speed limit of 40 miles per hour.

He didn't normally drive like this because I have seen him drive before and it was not like this. But I shrugged it off because there was nothing to it. Him driving slow and steady didn't mean that he cared or that he thought I was special. Maybe he was just driving safe for the sake of other drunk drivers that might be on the road. We move back to the awkward silence that we had when we left the bathroom. Just thinking about it made me angry again. He had no sense of self-respect nor any respect for others. He didn't care how people felt. I assume that Rebekah had heard him when he called her a dumb bitch… And that might be the reason why she was angry. I know that I would be beyond angry.

Well she could have been angry for other reasons as well but I think that was the main reason and I'm sure if Damon had just taken her home none of this would ever have happened in the first place. Oh Stefan why did you have to be such a sweetheart. You could have told Rebekah no but he was too much of a nice guy to say no. And that's why I liked him so much.

We rounded the corner to my house and he stops right in front of it. I look at the console in the middle of the dashboard and the clock reads 23:03. I was late and I would be in so much trouble. Damn! How could I let this happen? I unbuckle the safety belt and unlock the door but it seems that Damon is faster than me and he's at my side by the time I open the door to get out.

I don't even look at him as I rush past him to the front door, but he follows me and I wonder why he is doing this. As I get to the door, my father opens the door with a disapproving look on his face. "Dad, sorry I'm late." I say looking at him sheepishly. He glances at me and then at Damon who is behind me.

"Sorry mister Gilbert. My brother had to take Rebekah home and they ran late so he asked me to bring her. So we were running a bit late but I drove extra careful and she's safe and sound. Sorry again mister Gilbert." I didn't believe that Damon had it in himself to sound so sincere and honest as he apologized to my father. I knew my father did not like Damon much but he smiles toward the young man extending his hand to shake Damon's hand.

"Thanks for bringing her home Damon. We really appreciate it." My dad states then he smiles to me and I nervously smile back because I just hoped that Damon would drop me of and go back to the party. "You want to come in for a cup of coffee before you leave?" my dad asks before turning into the house and I follow suite praying silently to God that Damon does not accept the invitation.

"Thanks for the offer mister Gilbert but I need to get home. I'll see you and miss Gilbert at the next game?" he asked as he turns to leave not once making eye contact with me which I appreciate.

"Sure. Tell your mother and father we'll see them at church Sunday." And with that Damon left and my dad closed the door locking it securely. "You look upset Elena, what's wrong?" my dad asks as he walks back to the TV room. I sigh because I knew my father only cared but I wasn't in the mood to explain how the night went down, it would be a bit embarrassing.

"Nothing dad, just tired. The party wasn't that fun." I say as I make my way up the stairs and towards my room, closing the door securely before I throw my jacket onto the chair at my desk. Or my chairdrobe as I like to call it, it's that one chair in your room where you pile all your clothes.

It wasn't like I was lying. It wasn't a fun party, Damon had made sure of it, and basically it did ruin my whole night. Damn Stefan for being such a good hearted person. It intrigued me that Stefan would ask Damon to take me home instead of Matt. And I would ask him about that tomorrow or when I saw him again, which would either be tomorrow if he happened to pass my house or it would be on Sunday when we went to church.

Damon didn't attend church with the rest of his family. But well that was Damon. I struggle as I strip out of my skinny jeans. How could my parents be worried about a boy getting into my pants if I couldn't even get them off myself! The shit you do to wear skinny jeans. I pull my shirt over my head and throw both my jeans and shirt into the hamper.

Maybe a shower would relax my aching muscle and relief me from the stress Damon had caused me tonight. I make my way to the joined bathroom that I share with my younger brother and I strip down completely after locking both doors to the bathroom. I turn on the taps of the shower and wait for a steady stream of warm water before I enter the shower cubicle. The warm water steaming up the whole room and I relish in the fact that at least it was weekend and I had two more days until I had to face the world and Damon.

I rinse my hair and then quickly work my favourite shampoo into my scalp, the smell of lavender fill my senses. Jenna bought it for my last birthday. I grab a sponge and quickly made work of the rest of my body. Cleanliness was next to godliness in my books. And after rinsing and turning of the taps I stepped out into my fluffy purple towel unlocking both doors as I step back into my room.

I rummage through my drawers and found some shorts and an oversized t-shirt that I put on, quickly combing through my hair and tying it in a bun. I was literally over tired and I know as soon as my head hit the pillow I would be down and out for the count. And sure enough I was fast asleep as soon as I covered myself with the comforter.