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Chapter 2; Lucky
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard
EPOV.
When I finally made it to my room I did the first thing that came to mind. Googled him. Then I realized it was gonna be hard to Google someone without their last name. So instead I found myself staring at the screen of my laptop, thinking about him.
I shouldn't have let him kiss me. Well I guess I didn't 'let' him kiss me. He kinda just went for it and before I could tell him no his lips were on mine. God, his lips. They were so soft, and he tasted like heaven. He smelt of leather, cinnamon, and lemon. An oddly attractive and sexy combination. I didn't know a person's eyes could be so blue until I saw his. Beautiful yes, but also deep and knowing.
Ugh, Elena stop. You don't even know him. Ha, you don't even know his last name. Besides I'll probably never see him again.
I put my laptop away and climb into bed, turning off the light and closing my eyes. Pictures of Damon flood into my mind, helping me fall asleep.
DPOV.
I wake up with a major headache and drive to the Grill, ordering a coffee at the bar.
Come on, walk through the door Elena. Oh wait, maybe she's in school. No, no. Today's Sunday, you idiot.
"Excuse me, sir." I hear and turn back to see one of the waiters trying to get my attention.
"What?" I say, not bothering to be polite. My head hurts so why should anyone else get to enjoy their day?
"New residents in Mystic Falls get a discount. Did you just move here?" The boy asks.
"I'm only here for a month." I reply. He nods and walks back into the kitchen.
Two hours and six cups of coffee later I decide she isn't going to show up. I pull out my phone and call the only person I can.
"Hello Damon" He says.
"Hey Ric. Wanna meet me at the Grill for lunch? I'll buy." I say.
"Yea I guess so. Noon sound good?" He asks. I check my watch; 11:40am.
"Yea noon sounds fine. I'll have to get ready and stuff. Meet you there." I say, hanging up.
Twenty minutes later and Alaric walks through the door. He walks over and sits down next to me.
"I'll just have a Coke, thanks." He tells the waiter.
"Ric" I say simply.
"Damon" He says, nodding in my direction. "You walk home last night?"
"Nah I got a ride. Thanks for abandoning me, by the way. Real friend like." I tell him.
"The ride was probably from a girl so you should really be thanking me." He replies. I look at him with a smirk and he laughs, rolling his eyes and sipping his Coke.
"Knew it" He mumbles. "So how long have you been sitting here?" He asks.
"Five minutes." I reply, sipping my seventh coffee. After the third I figured it was best to start ordering decaffeinated.
"Right. So that's your first coffee?" He asks, eying me.
"Yep" I lie.
"On second thought, I think I'll take the bill today." He says, and the waiter brings him the check. He studies it and then laughs, shaking his head.
"Three caffeinated, four decaffeinated, and one omelet. Such a liar. I bet you've been sitting here for two hours, hoping that girl walks in." He says, laughing again.
"Have not." I mumble but he just shakes his head again.
"Well at least you found something to pass the time. Twenty-nine days to go, then your back in the game. How's the arm?" He says, patting my leather clad arm.
"It's alright. I'm running out of those pills." I tell him.
"I'll get the prescription refilled ASAP." He says, shrugging out of his coat.
"Good" I say, gulping down the last bit of coffee. The door to the Grill opens and in walks what I've been waiting for all day. Elena Gilbert.
"So that's her." Ric says watching her. "She was here last night. Can't believe she talked to you." He says, turning back around.
Her head lifts up and her eyes meet mine. A smirk spreads across my face and I wave at her. She blushes and walks over to sit at the booth with a guy.
A guy. Well damn.
"Come on Ric" I say, grabbing his arm and pulling him with me. He groans and follows me to the booth.
"Elena, didn't think I'd run into you again, but here we both are." I say, smirking and sliding into the seat across from her. Ric stands there looking lost so I grab his arm, pulling him down next to me.
"This is Ric, by the way. Say hi, Ric." I say.
"Hi" He says.
"Who's your friend?" I ask, looking at the guy.
"Oh, this is my brother Jeremy." She says, motioning to the boy next to her.
Well damn, it's just her little brother. Was I worried she had a boyfriend? Nah, of course not. That would mean I cared, which I don't.
"Well it was nice meeting you both, but I have a business meeting to get to." Ric says, standing up.
"Nice meeting you too." Elena and Jeremy say. Ric turns to me.
"Bye" I say, waving and smirking. He sighs and grabs his coat.
"I'll get that prescription this afternoon. Be good" He says, walking away.
Jeremy laughs and I turn towards him to glare. Elena smacks his arm and he shuts up, covering it with a cough.
"Well there's Bonnie, be right back." He says, pointing to a girl at the door and walking over to her. They head to a booth in the opposite direction of us. Relieved, I turn towards Elena and give her my award winning smirk.
"So." She says, playing with her fingers nervously. I climb out of the booth and slide into her side. Closing the distance between us.
"So now I know you have a brother. Any other siblings?" I ask, resting my hand on her knee.
I hear her breathing get rough and mentally applaud myself.
"No, just Jeremy." She says.
"Parents?" I ask, sliding my hand up to her thigh.
"They died. Last year actually." She says, pushing my hand off of her. I sigh and lean forward, putting our faces centimeters apart.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Elena. I lost both of my parents as well." I whisper,sharing my air with her.
"You have to stop doing that" She says, pushing against my chest. I lean back a couple of inches to give her space. I glance at my watch; 12:38pm. Damn it.
"Sorry, I have to go. Meeting at one." I say, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. I stand up.
"Will you tell me your name now?" She yells, as I walk away.
"Damon Salvatore." I yell back, walking out the door.
