Since i was begged... not that I dont love it!... here is chapter 2! :) enjoy and comment!
The driver was male. That was obvious. By the seductive smile that read You-Want-To-Date-Me-Because-I-Am-That-Hot proved he was straight. I really didn't know what he looked like because of the Ray-Bans he was wearing. I knew he wasn't short but not tall either. He was wearing a John Varavatos shirt and black Armani jeans. He had a good body under the clothes he wore, but his face was mystery. I liked mysteries.
"Hey Elena, your friend, the one you told me was 'super cool', yeah not so much." The guy said over my head. I knew I was short, but you don't talk over my head. That made Lacy very angry. And you don't anger me unless you want trouble. But then again, this guy read danger.
"I'm sorry," I said sarcastically, "I'm Lacy Williams, and you are? Oh wait I already know. It's Jack Ass right?" I said smiling an evil smile at him.
"You know what, Elena? I think I might like this girl after-all." He said once again talking over my head.
Stefan walked over to both of us with a solemn look on his face, "Lacy, this is my brother Damon. Damon Salvatore."
I looked at Damon sideways. Already I didn't like him. That's probably bad right? Anyway, Damon stuck out his hand and I took it but instead of shaking it he pulled me close to him, almost an embrace but not quite. It was… weird but kind of hot.
"Damon Salvatore? That sounds dangerous." I said thinking out loud.
I heard Elena laugh then say, "Lace, you have NO idea how dangerous. "
For a moment while tucked into Damon's chest my breath caught in my throat. It was irrational, but when he released me I clung onto his shirt for just one second. He seemed to notice because he chuckled under his breath at my reaction.
"Can you explain why you did that or what?" I said looking at him through his sunglasses.
"Of course I can. You are too pretty to be angry so I felt a hug was needed to cheer you up. Are you cheered up?" He said taking off his glasses. I knew this was a sincere action. He was letting me see him, really see him.
"Somewhat. Not enough to forgive you for nearly hitting my car, but just enough to let you take me to the party at the Lockwood Mansion tonight." I said looking him in the eyes. He had remarkably beautiful blue eyes. They were like an ocean that took you into a story of hurt and pain. And I got all of that in a moment looking in his eyes; imagine what I could do with an entire night.
"You're slick. I like you. I'll pick you up at 6, okay?" He said with a smile.
"Alright." I said turning away from him to grab one of the bags off of the sidewalk.
"You do realize it's a formal party. You do dress up don't you?" He said taking the bag from my hand. I suddenly looked down at myself. I took note of the light colored ripped jeans, converse and the oversized tee I had on. I smiled.
"I had to drive over 100 miles in a day and a half. Of course I can dress up. Who do you think I am?" I said pointing my finger.
"Elena, I have my old bedroom right?" I said picking up a different bag. She nodded and I walked inside. From the stairs I heard Stefan say, "What do you think you're doing, Damon?" And Damon's response, "This is different, Stefan. There is something about her I like. I really like, I mean. It's different from Elena and Andy. She's different and beautiful and clearly smart…" After that I just walked into my room.