Here's chapter three. I find this chapter really cute and adorable. I didn't plan on publishing a new chapter until this weekend but I got some reviews that inspired me to write some more. I just wanna say THANK YOU! It's you guys that are inspiring me to write. Please leave more reviews and tell me what you think :)
-Tiffany
Speechless… Damon Salvatore found himself speechless and staring at the dusty wall of the detention room. He gathered his stuff and walked out of the room, hoping to run into her once more. As he walked through the halls, he heard nothing but the echoes of his Italian shoes hitting the cold, hard floor. He couldn't help but feel devastated and confused. He has had plenty of women who would be willing to get down on their knees and worship him, but the one person he had genuine feelings for, was not interested. "No, stop it," he would say to himself everytime he thought of Elena Gilbert. "She is in high school and probably underage." Damon felt himself get angry and threw a punch toward a locker nearby. "FUCK!" he yelled aloud as his hand began bleeding upon impact.
"Whoa, dude! Angry much?" he heard a male voice say in the distance. Damon looked up and saw a man casually dressed and carrying a messenger bag. "Alaric Saltzman. You can call me Ric though," he introduced himself while sticking his hand out for a handshake.
Damon showed him his bleeding hand while chuckling. "I doubt you would want to shake this hand," he smiled as he offered his other hand. "Damon Salvatore. I'm the new English teacher here."
"Oh! So you're Damon. I teach American and World History next door from your room." The two began walking side by side in the halls and talking as if they've known each other their whole lives. "What happened, dude?" Alaric said while pointing to toward Damon's right hand.
"Oh… uh… I just lost my cool for a second. No biggy.. " Damon tried to avoid eye contact with the man next to him. When they reached the teacher's parking lot, they once again shook hands and said their farewells. Damon opened his passenger seat to put his belongings down when he heard his new friend's voice calling his name.
"Hey, Damon!"
"What's up, man?"
"A few of the teachers and I were gonna head up to Mystic Grill to get some drinks to celebrate the survival of the first day of school. Wanna come?" Damon was tempted, but was not in the mood to drink his sorrow away.
"Maybe some other time. My hand kinda hurts."
"Alright that's cool. See you tomorrow! Have a good one." Damon got in his car and wrapped his hand in a spare t-shirt he kept in his gym bag. He was still upset about the situation with Elena, but he was actually glad to be done with the day and glad to be heading home.
Damon pulled his black Audi into the huge driveway of the Salvatore Boarding House. When he turned off the engine, he just sat in his car for a moment. "Why? Why is this happening to me?" he cursed to himself while slamming his fists on the car's wheel. He could not stop thinking about Elena. He has never felt this way about a girl before. Damon was questioning why she wasn't interested in him. In past experiences, Damon Salvatore has never had any difficulty in winning a girl's heart. Finally getting out of his car, Damon walked to the large wooden door and unlocked it. He put his suitcase down on one of the couches in the livingroom. He started up the fireplace and went upstairs to his room. Still thinking of Elena, Damon could not contain his thoughts. He thought about all the things he would do to the amazingly beautiful brunette. Damon could feel a tight and unpleasant feeling growing in his pants when he finally decided to take a cold shower.
"What is wrong with me? What the hell have I done?" Elena said aloud while pacing up and down her room. She felt so stupid for pushing away the most beautiful man she had ever seen, twice. Elena felt so much pressure upon her stomach when she realized that she wouldn't see him again. After detention, she went to the counsellor's office to put in a request to change her English class. She wanted to cry. Elena really felt something for Mr. Salvatore, and she screwed it all up. Elena looked at her clock and saw that it was 9:00 PM. She changed into her pajamas, curled up in her bed and hoped to dream of Damon Salvatore.
A loud alarm emitted from Damon's iPhone as he woke up from his abnormally large four post bed. "No… I don't wanna go to school…" He got up and once again took a cold shower because of his night dreaming of Elena. He quickly got dressed and headed towards school in his slick, black Audi. Damon did not look forward to going to school because he knew that he wouldn't see her. Class after class Damon Salvatore mindlessly talked about The Great Gatsby over and over again. When the lunch bell rang to dismiss the students, Damon felt so relieved and happy to finally get out of his classroom. He turned the corner to get to the teacher's lounge when he saw her. She was walking side by side with one of his students in his last class. What was his name? Sam? Sean? Steven? Stefan! Damon felt himself grow with jealousy and resolved to pass by the teacher's lounge and follow Elena. He lingered at the end of the hall when Stefan and Elena stopped walking.
"I'm glad you're okay now," he heard the boy say. Damon found his voice annoying and irritating.
"Thanks, Stefan. It really means a lot." Stefan pulled her into a hug and they just stood there embracing. When Elena broke off the hug, Stefan remained to hold onto Elena's arms. Stefan quickly kissed her and Damon felt his hands clench. He didn't care that his fist was burning due to the wound he had on the back of his hand. Suddenly, Elena pushed him away and slapped him. "What the hell, Stefan? I said we can be friends, but we can never be what we were." Damon started smiling because of how feisty she was. As Elena walked away, Damon noticed that she was walking toward him. He quickly turned his back and began making his way to the teacher's lounge. Damon opened the door to the lounge and found a seat next to his friend, Ric.
"What the hell are you smiling about?" Alaric questioned Damon.
"You look like a freakin' mess. What happened last night?" Damon chuckled at Ric's appearance.
"Shut up, dude. At least I don't look like an idiot smiling for no reason." Finally, Damon found a reason not to smile anymore. Damon thought that he would see Elena again later in the day, but he was wrong. He just remembered that she transferred out of his class. He stopped smiling and started to feel unhappy. Without saying another word to Alaric, Damon walked out and went back into his classroom. He looked at the wrist to his Rolex watch and saw that class began in five minutes. He was supposed to see Elena again in five minutes. Damon sighed and decided that he wasn't in the mood to eat. Before he knew it, the bell rang and students began pouring into his class.
"Hey, Mr. Salvatore," Caroline winked at Damon.
"Caroline!" Caroline walked back toward his desk and squeezed her chest together to make her chest a bit bigger.
"Yes, Mr. Salvatore," she said in a very seductive voice, but Damon felt quite disturbed.
"Elena transferred out of this class, right?"
"Yeah, I think so. She told me something about that yesterday. Why?" Shit. Way to not make it obvious. He glanced to his attendance chart and found a reason.
"Oh, it's because she is still in my attendance chart and I was wondering if she had stayed in this class. Thank you, Caroline."
"Anytime," Caroline said shaking her ass a little too much as she walked away. Damon had to hide his face to prevent anyone from seeing that he was laughing at her. The tardy bell rang and Damon got out of his seat to address the class.
"Okay… So, welcome to the second day of school. I will be collecting the syllabuses that I handed out to you yesterday, but before I do so, I need to take attendance. Bonnie!"
"Here!"
"Caroline, I saw you earlier," he said to himself. He saw Elena's name on the attendance chart and he felt hurt. He skipped it and finished taking role. He heard someone clear their throat obnoxiously loud, but he decided to ignore it.
"Mr. Salvatore, I think you skipped my name." He couldn't believe it. No, it's just someone that sounds exactly like her. He turned around and looked to the seat she sat inn yesterday. There she was, as perfect as an angel.
"Oh, um… Ms. Gilbert, I thought that you had transferred out of this class?" Damon asked her without trying to smile. He had to turn around and pretend he was doing something on his desk to prevent the class from seeing him smile. Once he finally got himself together, he looked back and the angelic figure sitting in the back (a little too far away from him). "Well, um…" Damon could not stop himself from stuttering and saying 'um.' "Can I see you after school to talk to you about your uh… schedule?"
"Yeah. Of course," she replied. Damon's day has just been made. He was thrilled that Elena remained in his class. Words couldn't possibly describe how happy Damon Salvatore was. He lectured about Gatsby more enthusiastically than he did in his other classes. He occasionally looked toward Elena and caught her staring at him. Usually, Damon would be disturbed by the fact that a student was staring at him, but he found it flattering. When the bell finally rang, Elena remained in her seat and waited until all the students exited the room.
Elena walked to the front of the room and stopped right in front of Mr. Salvatore's desk. "You wanted to talk to me about me schedule?" Damon looked toward her and scanned her body. He admired her smooth, silky legs and saw her floral skirt. He saw the slightly see through tank top tucked under her skirt and her curly brown hair.
"It's a Tuesday afternoon and there is no school tomorrow, correct," Damon asked Elena.
"Correct. Tomorrow is teacher appreciation day. Anyway, what did you wanna ask me about my schedule?"
"Oh that's right... Your schedule. What are you doing tonight because I would love to take you to dinner," Damon said to the outstandingly beautiful girl. He saw the expression on her face and was not pleased with her reaction. So… she really isn't interested in me. Shit. What did I do? "Umm… sorry. Forget I said that. It sounded so much better in my head but-"
"I would love to go to dinner with you." Damon kept rambling on until he heard these words from Elena's beautiful mouth.
"What?" He asked feeling very confused. He saw Elena smiling back at him and he felt something he has never felt before.
"I said, 'I would love to go to dinner with you,'" He couldn't believe the words she was saying. "but I don't think people would approve of seeing a teacher on a... date with a student"
"Oh! That's why I was wondering if you would like to come to my place and I'll cook for you there." Damon once again saw her reaction and immediatly tried to fix it. "Or we can go to your house… Oh, but you're parents are there…" He felt so embarrased and stupid for not thinking this through.
"I don't have parents… But your place sounds great. Pick me up and eight?" Damon began to feel like a total douche, but couldn't help but feel happy by the fact that she had said yes.
"What is your address? You know, so I can pick you up?"
"All my information is on my syllabus. I'll see you tonight." Elena said as she walked out the room. Damon was dazed and studied every part of her body as she walked out. What the hell just happened? He began smiling like an idiot for the second time today and yelled, "YESS!" while pumping his fist in the air. "Ow, fuck," Damon cursed aloud. His fist hurt like a bitch, but he didn't care. He knew he would see her again tonight.
SO... your thoughts? Please review! What do you think is going to happen tonight at the Salvatore boarding house?
