D pov

The grill was packed and the music was blaring through the speakers. I don't hate electronic music but with my sensitive hearing it was quite annoying, but I had to go through it if I wanted to eat something today-if you know what I mean.

The night went on slow and unfortunately I hadn't had the chance to see Scarlett again. But no worries I will get her where I want in no time. I am actually a little surprised that I am still so hung up with her, but what can I say it has been a while since a girl captured my attention like Scarlett did.

And I am alone again in the boarding house. Elena is parting, Stefan is out hunting rabbits. I don't feel like drinking and I don't feel like bothering to get a girl to keep me company, so I am struggling to accept the solitude. I got used to it but now that I am here in mystic falls it feels kind of weird to be alone in the house. I can hear the crickets which is so different from the sounds of the big cities. A withal this silence and annoying brother and ex-girlfriend I feel almost at peace. If it wasn't for the fact that this peaceful, king of happy feeling that I have, makes me nervous, anxious and on the top of that list murderous.

S pov

The party was borderline boring; it felt like ding in there. Not even at my grandma's funeral was like that. My friend Raquel was drunk before midnight and I had to get her into a taxi and make sure she got home safe. Poor her in the morning she will have a hell of a headache. As for me I got used to drinking a lot so my resistance is a lot higher than 1 cosmopolitan and 3 shots of tequila.

It was too early in the morning to text any of my friends so I decided to get out of the bed scrub my makeup off my face and get dressed for the day. In the bathroom mirror all I could see was my pale face with dark rings of eyeliner and mascara under my eyes. I look like a ghost, a huge failure despite of my good grades and my 'promising future' that all my teachers talk about I feel empty. Every day I repeat the same routine: wash every evidence of crying from the other night, get dressed go to school, come home, have a fight with my dad if he is here, eat something or go straight to drinking, cry yourself to sleep or better fall asleep and have a nightmare. My life is awesome.

I force a smile on my face and prepare myself for facing my father. Luckily all I found in the kitchen was a note that said he was out of town for the weekend, note which lifted my mood considerably. Since it was quite a sunny morning I opted for jogging first instead of breakfast.

I grabbed my IPod put my headphones on and started running down the hill towards the outskirts of the town. Jogging is good it takes my mind off things, is relaxing. When I run I focus on keeping my breath even, my rhythm in place and I concentrate on the songs playing on my iPod. I always lose track of time and this time is no exception. I find myself well past the winker bridge and almost out of town when I feel it on my arm, cold and wet. God no! It can't be raining. I don't have any umbrella with me and catching a cab in the middle of nowhere is hard even in the big cities. I am so screwed. In no time I was drenched and trembling. I started running back home but it was useless it will take me…almost an hour to get there.

On my way home I noticed a car parked outside the Salvatore's boarding house. It was weird, since I have moved here there was no one living in the boarding house. The owner must have come back. Anyway it is worth to try, maybe I will find a sweet old lady that was just making a cup of tea and baking cookies. God who am I kidding this house looks to creepy to be owned by a sweet old lady. I took a long breath and knocked on the door. Please don't be a serial killer.

The door opened only to reveal the girl that I've met last night. Crap I can't remember her name: Helen? Maybe …

"Hi! Scarlett? Come on in, you must be freezing. What were you doing outside on such weather?" all I could was to star at her like an idiot. This girl was too nice for her own good.

"Elena, who is there?" and bingo my salvation thank you Elena's boyfriend. "It is Scarlett; I have just met her yesterday." Elena told him "why are you still standing there come on in" she took my hand and leaded me to the living room which was huge and warm, the fireplace washing the room in bright colors. God can I live here?

"Thank you I just need to use your phone to call a cab" I didn't care how beautiful and cozy their house looked but I wasn't in mood to socialize right now and Elena seemed nice I don't want to be rude. "I can't let you go on this weather plus you are wet from head to toe" she said trying to reason with me "I will bring you some new clothes. Wait a minute." 2 seconds later "Stefan would you make a cup of hot chocolate for me and my guest please" she screamed from somewhere upstairs. "Ok" was his reply.

I no time I was dressed with Elena's clothes which were a little big for me... her being taller than me, but they had too work for now.

"Can anybody sleep in this house? I was trying to catch up with my beauty sleep" came a slightly familiar voice… too familiar.

"Ignore him, he is an asshole."Elena told me nonchalantly.

And I saw him shirtless with just a pair of silky black pajama pants on. The sculptured chest the dream of every warrior, the black raven hair the wish of every model, those ocean blue eyes the death of every woman, but not me. I am immune to all of this, because I've learned my lesson. No amount of good looks can hide the lies and all the bullshit that comes through that guy's mouth. They are all the same. Playboys, they think they rule the world, that they deserve everything. And he worst of it they take the love and care that others show them for granted.

After I have finished my hot chocolate I decided to try again and persuade Elena to finally let me go. "I am sorry to call this short but I have to finish my English essay, Stefan can you call a cab for me?"

"There is no need for that I can drop you on my way to the grill" said Damon. Exactly what I needed, the annoying prick comes to rescue me.

"I don't want to bother you or anybody, so Stefan?" I lamely try again.

"Come on I will give you a free ride" it seems I can get rid of him so I better give up. Before we leave Damon and Stefan share a few looks...weird.

AN: pleas review an let me know if I should continue writing this story, just let me know if I am doing something good or if I should change something, I would really appreciate it. Thnx-Iulia