A/N Hey all! I'm really sorry I've been slacking on this story! I have it written to like chapter 10 on paper but i never have time to type it up! grrrr stupid school and its no tolerance policy for laptops! -sigh- any way this chapter you get to meet Damon! YAY! hehe so read on read on! i am taking today to type most of what i have written, but i haven't gotten much feedback...i will upload one a day but i'd still love some reviews, just to tell me if you like or not. so keep that in mind!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the actual Vamp Diaries characters in this FanFic but i do own Erika and all her friends plus the plot line! so eat that copyright police! =P

Chapter 4

After practice I pull my self out of the pool and dry my self off, then turn to my silent gaping friends, "What have you never seen a scar before?" I ask moodily.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Abigail asks.

"Because I didn't want you guys to freak out! It's not as bad as it looks, it's purely superficial, and I can move it just fine. Actually the doctors said it would be best if I moved it, to prevent the skin stretching shut and inhibiting motion later." I explain.

They all nod solemnly, still freaked from the shock of seeing the ugly slash on my back. Abigail and I break off from the rest of the group and head into shower and change, "It doesn't hurt?" she asks.

"Not really…only when someone touches it or something heavy rests on it, just using the kickboard to day in the pool was probably best, like Coach thought." I say.

She nods and walks out of the locker room to her car, I wait in the locker room trying to keep the warmth inside me before I run outside to wait for Dean. I lean my head against the head rest and sigh, the whispers and stares finally getting to me.

The door opens and Dean slides in the passenger seat, "Did they react badly?" he asks.

I nod and start to cry; he wrapped his arm around me and says "You want me to drive home?" I nod again and switch seats with him.

I calm down significantly before we reach my house; Jeremy was still doing homework when we walk in so we sat down to wait for him to finish before heading to The Grill. Jeremy wandered off into the packed restaurant and Dean and I went to our separate tables of friends.

I sat down at the table and conversation switched to apologies from my friends for their reactions on the pool deck, I waved them off. After awhile our group settled back down, breaking off into couples, and I was left alone, I'm the only one not in a relationship. I walk over to watch the pool tables, and there's one guy playing that immediately draws my attention.

He racks the balls in the middle of the table and breaks them perfectly; they fly off and stop, perfectly lined up for each pocket. One by one he hits them in clearing the table better than any professional could. I clapped at his impressive show of skill, his eyes came to rest on me and I lost my breath, he was amazingly good looking; messy dark hair, light blue grey eyes, muscular chest. In short he was the guy of my dreams.

"Oh, I didn't realize I had an audience." he said, though his eyes made it clear he had realized and performed accordingly. He took a step around the pool table towards me, "So you must be Elena, I assure you what ever my brother has told you, it isn't as bad as he makes it out to be. Its worse." his eyes glinted as he spoke.

It had been a while since I had been mistaken for my identical twin so many times in one day, so when he said that my all to fragile emotions snapped, like they had been doing all day. "I am not Elena! And I don't know or care who your brother or you are. I came over here to watch a pool game and I thought your one man show was impressive so I clapped. I didn't mean anything by it, alright?"

His face showed clear shock. "I see, but now I'm intrigued, who are you?"

"My name is Erika; I'm Elena's identical twin." I said with a huff, "Now who are you and how do you know of my sister?"

He smiles at me, "I'm Damon Salvatore, Stefan's older, better looking, more intelligent, brother."

"It's nice to meet you Damon, even if you did start off by saying one of the worst things you could to me." I said with an apologetic smile.

He holds his hand out, I place my hand in his and he pulls me closer, pressing his lips to my hand, "The pleasure is all mine, Erika. Would you care to join me?" he asked gesturing to the pool table.

I nodded, we spent the rest of the night talking, and I used that time trying to erase my behavior from earlier.

A/N Did you like? Cuz if you did and i got a few reviews i may be tempted to upload my next chapter... Its deliciously Damon filled! hehe BYE!