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Four years later…

EPOV

"Elena! Come on! We are almost at our dorm room. You can text Damon later!" Caroline shouts at me as I take yet another stop to check for Damon's name on my iPhone.

It's our first day at Whitmore College, and I couldn't be more ecstatic. Ever since Damon graduated two years ago it life was all hell on earth. He was the only person I would ever wish to spend time with. He understood me when no one would listen, and he would comfort me if I had a nightmare when most would stare at me like I was a circus freak. He is the best friend anyone could ever ask for and the pain of being away from him surpassed any horror that I faced during my childhood. I was terrified he would leave for college and completely forget about me. I was positive some beautiful girl would come and make him realize how much time he wasted spending time with a hideous freak like me. I didn't have any other friends, nor did I want to try and make new ones. Well, except for Caroline Forbes.

Caroline has been the one bright light in the tunnel of depression and loneliness. We became friends after our biology teacher forced us together for a huge project our sophomore year. We get along really well because Caroline liked to talk ALL the time while I didn't really have much to say. We fit well together. She has enough confidence for the both of us, and I admire her headstrong and sometimes neurotic personality.

"So when are you going to tell Damon you're in love with him?" Caroline questioned bluntly.

"CARE! You promised you wouldn't bring that up!" I hissed with embarrassment.

"Well I wouldn't have to keep bringing it up if you would just tell him! You know he is in love with you too right?" Caroline stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"No he doesn't Caroline. You and I both know that. He can get any girl he wants, so why would he want me? I could never tell him my true feelings because I will ruin our friendship forever, and I CAN'T handle that."

"Elena, how many times do I have to tell you that you are so gorgeous and amazing? Any guy would be lucky to have your love. Plus I have seen the way that man looks at you. It doesn't say "you are my friend" it definitely says "I want to throw you in my bedroom and love you until you can't take it anymore." Why do you think so low of yourself?" Caroline questioned concerned.

"Caroline you really need to develop something called a filter. I am not having this conversation again," I snapped. "Leave it alone. Let's just get our stuff in the room."

I have always been in love with my best friend. Ever since we ate lunch together freshmen year, I was in love with him. How could any girl not be? He's not only totally beautiful on the outside, but on the inside too. He didn't talk about his past much, but one day, after being friends for a while, he told me his story.

He confessed to me about losing his mother to extreme breast cancer and him holding her hand as she released her final breath. Poor Damon was only 15. After that, his father Giuseppe hated him and ran away with his younger brother Stefan to Italy leaving Damon all alone in a huge boarding house with no one to care for him except some maids and cooks. My heart ached for him, but I knew from the beginning he was more than a baseball jock with a sexy smirk. He has this bad boy bravado that he uses as a safety crutch to hide what's really in his twisted heart. Whenever someone gets too close to him, he transforms into this asshole who is incapable of feelings, but for some reason he opens up to me. He lets me know more about himself than anyone else, and I fell even harder for the person underneath. He never had to tell me that under that asshole exterior, Damon Salvatore is a wonderful and caring human being that deserves all the love in the world.

I wish every single day that I was good enough to be that person to love him forever. But he would never love me back. I am plain and weird. I always keep my hair straight and wear very little makeup because what's the point? I will never look like HER. Caroline tells me that my body is perfect and my legs are sexy, but when I look in the mirror all I see is a skinny, awkward teenager that could never be thought of as attractive. Damon would never like me that way. If I told him my feelings, he would run in the opposite direction forever, and I would be left completely alone without a soul who truly understood me. I could never take that chance.

"I don't understand why we couldn't just get our own apartment!" Caroline rants as we decorate the little space we have in our dorm.

"Caroline, we have been through this already...rules say that freshmen have to stay on campus. We can look for an apartment after this year."

"Ughh fine! This place is just too fucking small!"

I laughed. Caroline can be so over dramatic. No wonder she is a theater major.

"Ohh sorry I'm going to have to miss the reunion Lena! Hair appointment! Can't look sexy without them!" And with that, Care was out the door leaving me alone to unpack in our small dorm space.

I heard the door open, but I figured Caroline just forgot something. That was until a large, warm hand touched my shoulder, and electricity shocked through my body making me shudder.

"Miss me, kitten?" A silky smooth voice washed over me. I knew exactly who it was.

"Damon! I can't believe it! I missed you so much dumbass!" I literally sprinted and jumped into his arms. It felt like magic. His strong arms held me up, and I wanted this feeling forever. But unfortunately, it ended as soon as it began.

"Wow! I know my body is impossible to resist, but wow, kitten, someone is eager to touch me." His smug grin was firmly in place. If that face wasn't so sexy, I would have slapped that smirk clear off his face.

You have no idea…I thought to myself. I want to grab the back of your neck and smash your perfect lips on mine. I want to prove to you that you are mine.

"Well, Salvatore, after you air out your ego, you can help me and Caroline finish unpacking."
"Do I have to?" Damon whined, giving me the most adorable pouty face he could think of. "There is a party at the Mikealson's tonight and I wanted you to come with me…"

There is was. I knew when I came here I would have appear at parties, but I still freak out when I get by crowds of people. I see every one of them looking and judging me. They are glaring at me because of my faults. They see that I am useless and a freak. It's like they all know all about my past, so they don't want to associate with me. I don't blame them because if I were them I do the same thing. I emotionally can't handle this, but I can't disappoint Damon.

"Damon – you know I don't do well with a lot of people…" I was shaking with fear and uncertainty.

"I know, kitten, I know but this is your first time living without your aunt and Ric, and I want to show my girl how to have fun in college. Please?...For me?" He tossed in the 'You're the best person ever' smile, and I was done for.

Shit. Why does he have such an affect over me? I'm losing control, and I can't do that! I had to repeat it to myself several times before finally nodding.

"But I swear to god Damon. You better not leave me for another one of those skanky dress sluts that give you a boner. I am doing this for YOU Salvatore. So keep it in your pants!" I teased.

I have always known that Damon slept around. I mean women practically threw their tops off just so he could notice them. It doesn't usually bother me too much because I know they don't mean anything to him. He just tosses them out in the morning and never speaks to them again. Part of me feels bad for them, but on the other hand, they know Damon's reputation so it wasn't like the end result was going to be a surprise.

"Okay, kitten. For you, I will try my best to keep it in my pants, but I can't be held responsible if a girl feels me up. I mean can you blame them?" He said with a wink.

I swear his ego needs its own zip code.

"Alright Elena, I'll pick up you and Caroline at 8. Look hot!" With one final smirk, he was gone.

An hour later, Caroline came back from her hair appointment and I explained to her about the party. Bad idea.

"YAY! OMG LENA! OKAY YOU HAVE TO LOOK HOT. LIKE SEXY HOT! I'VE GOT THE PERFECT DRESS FOR YOU!" Caroline squealed.

"Oh no." Was the only thing in my brain before Caroline yanked me to our newly made closet.

Well this is Chapter 1! You see some of Damon's history which is sad :'(. Elena is still withholding everything about her past from all of her friends. Don't worry someone will show up soon with a direct link to Elena's childhood.I hope you like it as much as I do! The more you review the more motivated I get to update. Y'all are great!

-Kat