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Elena tensed up, watching Damon and Charlotte play pool. She didn't know why she was feeling this way. Everything about them made her cringe. The way Damon looked at her, the way she looked at him. The way they moved together, almost perfectly in sync.
She sipped her water, watching them from a distance. She didn't want to be a stalker and stare at them the whole time, but she couldn't help herself.
It had barely been an hour since Elena met Charlotte Castrione, and the girl was certainly nicer than Elena had thought.
She stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked over to them. She'd had enough already, and just wanted to go home. "Hey, guys, I think I'm gonna head home. I'm feeling a little under the weather."
"Aw, really? I was looking forward to getting to know you better!" Charlotte exclaimed, making a pouty face.
Damon looked at Elena cautiously, watching her expressions. He wasn't buying Elena's excuse.
"Yeah, me too. But we'll see each other again, right?" Elena replied, showing off a fake smile.
Charlotte nodded. "Well, I hope you feel better." She smiled at Elena.
Damon stared at her. "Well, Elena, it was nice to hang for a little bit. You should get home." Damon said to her, grinning.
Elena nodded, waved, then headed out to her car. Once she got inside, she sighed loudly, placing both hands on the wheel. Calm down, girl. Why are you feeling this way? She thought, looking at the cars driving by.
In her heart, she knew exactly why she felt this way. Jealous, upset, hurt, sad, furious, wanting to punch something or someone. She loved Damon Salvatore. She always had.
But her mind refused to let her feel it.
Once Elena got home, she took off her jacket, set her purse down, and went in her bathroom, wetting a wash cloth with cold water and wiping her face. She needed to cool down, and this method always seemed to help her.
She dried herself off, and walked into her bedroom, but stopped suddenly when she saw a dark figure standing near her window. She gasped loudly, then realized it was just Damon. "Jesus, Damon, why do you always do that to me?" She held her hand to her chest, trying to get her heart to return to its normal rate.
"Sorry, I just couldn't resist." He grinned at her, walking over to her bed and taking a seat on the edge.
"What are you doing here? Where's Charlotte?" She asked, sitting next to him.
"I knew something was wrong, so I dropped her off at home and came here. What's wrong, Elena? And I know you didn't leave just because you don't feel good. I know when you're lying, so don't even try it right now." He gave her a hard look, waiting for her to answer.
She waited a few moments, trying to think of a good excuse. "It's a lot of things, really." She forced herself to look up at him, then looked down again. "It's Jeremy, and it's you. And It's Charlotte."
He looked confused. "Charlotte? Why?"
She sighed. She didn't want to tell him the truth, but knew she had to think of something quick.
"I just honestly wasn't expecting you to get a girlfriend anytime soon. You're not exactly boyfriend material, Damon." She looked at him again, willing herself to lie.
She didn't want to lie to him. But she didn't want him to know the truth either. She didn't want him to get what he always had wanted. Before Charlotte.
But now that Damon had her, what difference would it make if he did know?
I know this chapter was a bit short, but i didn't have much time and i wanted to update! Review! And check my profile for my twitter account so you can follow me and see what new ideas i'm thinking of. :)