I know, I know, I'm SUPER late. But I had the worst case of a writer's block and the show's 'new' Elena wasn't really helping my muse.
But I'm updating now, yay! So be good and read, then review, I need to know what you guys think about this chapter.
And since I'm late updating I put the day after the kiss in flashbacks (Italic) and that way we have almost two days in one chapter ;)
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And a huge thanks to my wonderful beta(s); Cher Sue, feelingfivefeetsmall, xxxMrsSalvatorexx.
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Rule number one
Is that you gotta have fun
Cause baby when you're done
Gotta be the first to run
"How To Be A Heartbreaker" – Marina and the Diamonds
Elena was feeling fresh and renewed after almost two hours jogging and an hour under the hot water spray trying to convince herself that she could forget what happened yesterday and not obsess about it. After she got dressed, she stood in the kitchen, trying to put together a decent breakfast for her, her roommate and whoever the girl in his bedroom with him was.
She set about preparing an omelet, bacon and French toast since that was all she could do for breakfast with the stuff that are in the fridge.
She was almost finished when she heard the faint sound of a door opening and turned around to see Miss-hot-blonde stepping out of Damon's room and closing the door quietly behind her. Elena finally takes a good look at her and she finds that she's wearing Damon's shirt, and just Damon's shirt.
When she notices Elena she smiles faintly at her saying, "Good morning. It's Elena, right?"
Elena nods smiling back at her tightly, "Yeah, Good morning. So are you having breakfast with us Annie-" "It's Andie, not Annie." Miss-hot-blonde interrupts, looking irritated.
Elena continues, not interested in knowing anyone's names, "Are you having breakfast with us, Andie or?.."
She leaves that question open ended, since the only thing she can think of to say is; "Are you getting the hell out of here because I can't stand the sight of you and I've only just met you," but she couldn't say that, she would stay polite as ever.
"No, thank you. I'm just going to take a shower and head out." Andie answers.
At least the girl can take a hint
But as soon as the answer is out of her mouth, Damon makes his presence known, "Of course she's having breakfast with us, she can be a little late," He says smirking.
Andie and Elena are both startled momentarily because of his sudden presence as they didn't hear the bedroom door open. Oh, Mr. kisses-for-everyone is up.. Elena thinks bitterly as he walks up to Andie and kisses her quickly on the lips before whispering closely to her, "Join me for a shower?"
"If I'm staying for breakfast then we'll have breakfast first," Andie whispers back to him and turns to sit on one of the chairs beside the kitchen island. Damon turns his blue eyes for the first time in Elena's direction and she quickly turns back to the fridge to get some orange juice.
Finally acknowledging her, "Good morning to you too, Elena."
Is he smirking? She gets the box of juice out of the fridge and puts it on the island beside the plates she set up. She glances at him as he comes to sit down next to Andie and directly in Elena's face and finds him – as predicted – smirking at her, she replies while rolling her eyes, "Good morning Damon," she says through gritted teeth.
Elena resists the urge to turn to him and slap him just for the hell of it.
She sits down and tries to keep her eyes on her plate, yet she can't help but look at how he is under-dressed, wearing only the boxers she saw him in, and look utterly flawless. It's unfair how he looks amazing when he just woke up with his sexy just-fucked hair and broad shoulders, abs and muscles flexing under his skin. Why did you have to be good looking and an ass in the same time?.. She thinks, feeling the attraction between them.
Unfortunately Elena is caught mid-stare by Damon when he looks up from his plate since he could literally feel her eyes burning holes through him. He chuckles softly as Elena quickly looks down at her food. They continue the rest of the meal silently, each wrapped in their own thoughts.
Until Andie, oblivious to the tension around her between Damon and Elena, breaks the silence. "Well, I'm done. Are you coming Damon?"
She turns to Damon expectantly, he smiles seductively at Andie while nodding, "Yeah, I'm coming. Thank you Elena for this satisfying breakfast, I hope you're not still upset about yesterday."
Elena's eyes snap to meet his smirking ones, that jerk... Elena thinks as she replies, "You're welcome, Damon." And says no more, not willing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flustered and starts to clear the dishes.
Miss-hot-blonde gives them a weird look but shrugs and heads off in direction of the bathroom with Damon trailing behind her, his smirk still plastered on his face.
Elena finishes the dishes and enters her room in search of her purse so she could go exploring the shops she found while jogging earlier that morning.
She was already dressed in fitted black jeans, a white loose top and light yellow flats. Her hair was curled from the shower and she put on some make up and grabbed her jacket and was about to head out when she heard someone calling, "Wait!, we're coming down with you." Andie said as she and Damon got out of the bedroom dressed.
Damon was in his usual all-black bad boy persona and with freshly wet hair from the shower, Elena resisted staring at him this time because she didn't want to give him a reason to make an inappropriate comment.
Resist the urge to stare, Elena… She kept repeating that in her head while considering to make a break for the door but didn't do it since that would make her look all kinds of crazy.
Andie was slipping on her shoes while saying, "Damn it Damon! I'm late to work, again." Irritation was clear on her face. She was wearing a cream colored blouse with a black, short pencil skirt and she seemed used to this kind of restricting clothes because she was rushing effortlessly around the apartment looking frantic.
"Don't worry about it, Andie; just tell your boss you were doing another report about the infamous Damon Salvatore. Again." Damon said coolly as he circled Andie's waist with one arm and led her out of the apartment door while she glared at him.
Elena shakes her head at how ridiculous they are while she's trailing behind them on the stairs.
As they step on the sidewalk, Andie turns to Damon, "Are you coming with me?"
"No, I have to take care of some things."
Andie replies to him in a hurry, "Okay. Bye then, bye Elena." She smiles, waves, and goes her merry way.
Elena was about to do the same when Damon called after her, she was not ready to face him alone after what happened, "Wait! Where are you going? I could give you a ride."
"I'm not going anywhere specific, so I don't need a ride. Thank you." She says, not even turning to him. She then remembered something and turned back to him to find him looking at her intently. She almost forgot what she was going to say when she saw the intensity of his stare. "But I do have one question: umm…is she your girlfriend? You know Andie? The chick that was parading in the apartment in just your shirt…that Andie if it's so hard for you to remember."
He cocks his head a little to the side before answering her, his eyes never leaving her. "No, she's not. It's—"
"Oh, she seems to know you so I assumed that she is." Damon shook his head in negation.
"But what the hell did you mean when you told her 'infamous Damon Salvatore'?"Elena asks him intrigued, and he smiles.
A smile that doesn't reach his eyes, while saying, "You'll find out soon enough. Anything else?" He asks with lifted eyebrows. He sounds impatient; Elena rolls her eyes and shakes her head. He nods and they both go in different directions.
Waking up groggy, disoriented and with a pounding headache wasn't something that Elena was used to. As she shuts off the alarm, staring at the ceiling trying to recall why she's so hung over. Oh right, I was at the bar last night, Damon was there and what was his name? Jackson? Jason?.. Mason! Yes Mason was there too, have to steer clear from him.. Elena thinks vaguely remembering the event of the night before. Hung over on my first day as college student, tsk tsk not smart Elena, she shakes her head and is rewarded with pain. Everywhere.
She scrambles out of the bed and gets up to shower, and as she gathers her clothes for the day she finds a glass of orange juice and two painkillers on the nightstand. She takes them gratefully and finishes the orange juice.
Making her way out of the room, she finds Damon sitting in the kitchen having breakfast; he glances up when she makes her way directly to get a glass of water, her eyes not meeting his.
He rolls his eyes at her behavior, you were the drunk one last night, not me, Damon thinks as he clears his plate and places it on the sink beside her.
Elena was feeling nice, really nice. She'd just had the best day so far, went shopping and got a new hair cut! Her freshly cut bangs bounce nicely, she thought to herself smiling. After leaving the hair dresser she went back to the apartment and left her shopping bags there and decided she wasn't going to set down alone in there. So, she had gone in search of a bar, and found one where she now sat, a drink in hand.
She lost count after the tenth martini and the three tequila shots. She was quite drunk and having fun being drunk and flirtatious.
She was using flirting as her way to fund her drinking—seeing as she wasn't twenty one, with the bartender, Chris. He is a handsome guy with sandy blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes she has seen.
Elena attracted a few of the men in the bar, but one of them got to sit down next her on a bar stool and enjoy her company, Mason.
Mason is an intern in a law firm; he has a pair of the nicest shade of greenish-honey eyes.
He seemed nice to her, at least that's what she thought through her alcohol haze, he approached her confidently and slid on the bar stool next her, bought her another martini and started to talk to her as if they'd known each other for years. At first, Elena didn't like the idea of chatting with some guy when she was drunk and is already affected by another guy. Yes she had admitted to herself that she was affected by Damon Salvatore, it's hard not to be but he's bad news
And with him being off-limits, she said to hell with it and here she was, being flirtatious with someone she barely knew, "So Mason, do you like my hair?" Elena giggled and threw her now wavy layered hair over her shoulder while giving him a side glance.
Mason inched closer to her, he was almost nose to nose with her, and twirled a strand of her hair around his forefinger and looked in her eyes as he said; "I love it. Did you cut it recently?" He asked, and Elena's breath hitched in her throat because of his proximity.
She smiled and tried to get her personal space back but not too obviously by taking the strand of hair from around his finger and saying "Yes, today actually. So don't ruin it." She scolded playfully hoping he would take the hint and not get that close again.
But, as it would appear, he either can't take a hint or is just ignoring it. He inched closer again but stopped and his eyes left her to look behind her. And for a split second she felt relieved to have him distracted but then she was curious as to what distracted him so she made a mistake and turned to none other than Damon Salvatore himself standing near with an expression that doesn't give anything away.
Damon's eyes finally leave Mason and turn to her, his eyebrows arch for a few lingering seconds and he smirks as she swallows under his gaze.
Damon strides arrogantly to them and Mason mutters something under his breath that Elena doesn't catch, he backs off from her and settles on his chair just as Damon reaches them, "Well well, look what the cat dragged in. How are you Mason?" He stops behind Mason and pats his shoulder before signaling to Chris, the bartender nods and gets Damon a tumbler of whiskey. Looks like Damon is a regular here since his order is known.
Mason purses his lips in a thin line before turning to Damon with the most patented, fake smile Elena has ever seen and replied; "Damon, I'm just fine, you? Still bedding every blonde in your way?" He finishes with a smirk that mirrors Damon's.
Damon replies without turning to him "Not every blonde Mason, but you seem to be doing fine with the increasing brunette female population of New York," giving a lingering glance at Elena.
Mason is silent and Elena is nervous all of a sudden, sobering up a bit, she belatedly realizes that she is sitting in the middle between two men, two attractive men who obviously from the tension radiating from them, don't like each other very much.
She turns to Damon when she feels he's getting closer, what is it with them and invading personal space? She thinks irritated.
"What do you want, Damon?"
"Nothing, just wanted to say nice hair cut." Elena almost smiles at the complement but instead she looks around them as if trying to find something, or someone and asks him, "Where is Annie or Andie or whatever her name is?."
Damon shrugs, " It's Andie, and she's not coming. Why do you ask?."
"Nothing, just debating my options if she was here and planning to spend a night, can't decide if I should buy ear plugs or maybe not go back to the apartment tonight." She smiles too sweetly at him and his eyes widen for a split second before his smirk make an appearance, "Andie not being here doesn't mean I can't still spend the night with someone, Elena."
Elena doesn't comment on that, instead she turns to Mason who was glaring daggers at Damon the entire time when she hears the beat of a familiar song begin, "Do you want to dance?."
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Elena knows it's not a smart thing to dance with someone she doesn't know but with alcohol hazing her sense and the seductive beat that's blaring around them, she hears him say: "Yes." Mason is more than happy to dance with her, but when she is about to go with him, Damon grabs her elbows and warns "I wouldn't do that, Elena"
"Why do you care Damon?"
He purses his lips for a few seconds before he says "I don't care Elena. But you don't know Mason like I do."
She stares at him before pulling her arm free from his grasp and heads to the dance floor where people have gathered to dance with Mason, who didn't hear her exchange with Damon.
As Elena listens closely to the song playing, she recognizes it as "Future Starts Slow" by The Kills, a favorite of hers.
Elena walks away from him and was just about to get her clothes off of the couch to head for the bathroom when Damon says smugly, "Good morning, Elena." He draws out her name and she stops in her tracks and glares at him before storming off and slamming the bathroom door.
The bastard! Could he get anymore smug?!
Her mind begins to drift back to the kiss that they had shared, that kiss, the way his lips moved against mine, his oh-so-soft lips—No! Elena halts the thought before it continues as she stands under the spray of hot water in preparation for her first day in college.
Every time she thinks about the kiss, her body heats up and some muscles deep inside her clench at the recollection. So instead, she thinks about what happened the day after, how he treated her and how infuriating he was.
Elena turns off the water, dries herself and starts drying her hair. Her new haircut was a little tricky to handle, but it's a change from plain straight hair. She dresses in a light blue jeans dress with a sleeve that reaches her elbow and the dress reaches just above her knee and a brown thin belt around her waist, a cream colored mid calf high heeled boots, a few bracelets to match the colors she's wearing.
She puts on some make up and ties her hair in a ponytail with her short bangs down.
When she comes out of the bathroom, she finds Damon waiting for her, looking bored out of his mind. He looks like the bad boy from the wrong side of the city, dressed in grey V neck t-shirt that hugs his torso in just the right way, black jeans and his hair slightly ruffled and still partly wet from his shower.
He looks up, giving her an appraising look and gets off the couch sighing heavily, grabbing his jacket while saying; "Finally! I was starting to think you drowned in the shower." He pauses to grab his keys and cell phone, "We're lucky if we make it in time now."
Infuriating son of a… Elena hurries behind him and closes the apartment door, "You didn't have to wait you know, you could've just gone already and I would have found another way to get to college!" She almost shouts as they go down the stairs and walk to his car, he seems unaffected by her anger. "Found another way like what, a ride with Mason maybe? How's the hangover by the way?" He asks, smirking like the devil he is and climbs into the car.
Elena climbs in the passenger seat cursing him silently, how dare he bring up Mason when he's just like him?!
She dances with Mason for a couple of songs, with the liquid courage she has in her, she starts to dance seductively with him, pressing herself against his body with her back to his front.
Elena closes her eyes and pretends that the guys she's dancing with is the one she wants to dance with, a raven-haired guy with mesmerizing eyes. Getting too lost in her imagination, she starts to think that the hands moving up and down her body are Damon's, the way he presses her closer to him and when a pair of soft lips press against her neck, her eyes snap open and sees the very same man she was imagining dancing with a girl, but his eyes are on Elena, dark and tempting.
Elena, noticing a bit too late that Mason's hands are getting too bold and are roaming her freely, she's drunk but she's still aware of his hands as they get lower and more possessive. She glances at Damon a couple of times, he glances a few times her way and while she tries to appear comfortable, she knows that it's not gonna happen with how Mason is holding her too close.
She gently removes his hands from around her and turns to face him, "I'm gonna go home now." She half shouts over the music and to her surprise he pulls her back hard against him.
" Not yet." He says to her, his eyes glinting.
Elena starts to struggle out of his grasp, "Let go of me Mason! Let go of me!" He refuses to let go and instead whispers in her ears; "You're teasing me with this body of yours deliberately, You want me don't you?." Elena is still struggling out of his grasp and to her relief, all of a sudden his arms are no longer around her. She realizes that he's on the floor, nose bleeding and she turns to see that her savior is none other than Damon Salvatore himself.
"She said, let me go. You should've let go." Damon says menacingly to Mason, a small crowd has gathered around them. Damon grabs Elena's arm, leads her to the bar, "Take your jacket, were going back, now." He says and he's not to be argued with. Honestly, she has no strength to argue about free will anyway.
She takes her jacket while he pays for the drinks and then they're out of the door. All Elena remembers after that is that she fell asleep, and through her drunk state, she's aware that she's carried to her bedroom…
Elena's eyes widen when realization downs on her, she doesn't remember changing her clothes, "How did I wake up with my pajamas on when I don't remember changing into them?" She asks, her voice slightly raised.
They've arrived, Damon sighs and turns to her while he shuts off the engine, "How do you think?" He gives her a pointed look. She hits him hard on his arm while cursing him; she gets out of the car and slams the door harder than necessary. Before she can get away, he has her trapped against the car door, hands on each side of her but not touching her, "Well I couldn't let you sleep with those impossibly tight jeans on, that wouldn't have been comfortable now, right?."
He says, smirking before he steps back and continues, "Plus, I swore to myself that if there was anything that I've never seen before I was going to throw a dollar at it. But in all seriousness, I saw nothing I haven't seen before."
He turns and leaves her, Elena lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, watching him walking away and makes a move to head to her first class when she hears someone with a feminine voice that is a few octaves too loud, "Who are you and why are you here with Damon Salvatore ?!."
Oh boy… now what?
So who do think that was?
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