New chapter! Whoaaaaa! It's a miracle.. I'm just feeling generous. Sorry keep leaving you with cliff hangers but I'm bored. Read on bros.

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Izzy pov

It was a chocolate milkshake but that was not what surprised me. You know that feeling that you get, like its that one person that holds you to the ground. It was Jeremy Gilbert. He was following school female 'player' like a lost puppy.

He suddenly turned and saw me staring, if I could blush, I would be a fresh painted fire truck . He stalked off madly. Stefan suddenly appeared beside me and muttered so no one else could hear," That's Elena BROTHER, okay now lets go home."

That was weird the way he said that to me, maybe he 'knows'.

_skip awkward ride_

We heard crashing coming from inside the house. He ran around the back while I took my time going through the front. When all of a sudden Mr . Damon Freaking Salvatore himself appeared in front of me. We didn't really get along as of now because he pinned me up against the wall.

Of course I'm not like Uncle Steffy and won't use the animal diet. I threw him off of me. He slowly started to clap, " Well done St Stefan, you've trained this monster well." I was like what the freak, I didn't even do anything.

"If you must know Damon, this was all her and she's your daughter!" Stefan replied or shouted.

He had a look of disbelief on his face. I read his mind and he thought,' He LYING, she looks nothing like me, plus he's probably using her against me!'

I snorted and stated who my mother was ," If you don't believe him,my moms name was Carmon De'anglouis (pronounced Dee ang Lu ee)."

'Not possible she never told me she was pregnant, she wasn't even showing', he thought. "Maybe if you hadn't left she would have told you!" I shouted.

"Wait that is not possible I was still a VAMPIRE when I met her, so you have to be lying!" He said also raising his voice.

UNCLE Stefan was looking at Damon like SHUT THE HELL UP and let her explain!

"I'm going to the Grill, Stefan,( yes I'm pissed because I never just call him Stefan)", see if you can explain it to him!"

Cue storm out.

_skip ride_

On the way to the grill driving my 1969 dodge challenger,I had thought alot about me and Damon's confrontation. I came to the conclusion that he was an ass.

When I walked in the grill I saw the doppelgänger yelling at Jeremy. For some reason that made me mad, especially when he started to stare at Vicki Donovan. Oh how I hate her with passion. I know why do you hate her so much, well something about how she just leads Jeremy on makes my blood boil!

I made my way to the bar taking off my purple ray bans. Matt Donovan, Vicki's older better looking and nicer brother came to take my order. No way could they have been related. Not wanting to seem to be taking to long .

"Coke please." I Asked him. "Sure thing, but by the looks of it you need something stronger!" He joked as he wrote it down.

"We'll Mr. Donovan, are you offering to a minor?" , I joked back. If only he knew. He walked off laughing to fix my drink. While he was getting that I saw I had three text from Stefan. Oh no, was all I could think.

XBunnyDrinker: Are You Okay?

XBunnyDrinker: You said your at the grill right x?

XBunnyDrinker: Damon has destroyed the walls and he's on his way to the grill now!

That was was sent two minutes ago when the grill door opened,'Speak of the devil himself and he shall appear'!

Damon walked in as Matt brought my drink back. "Damon leave her alone, she doesn't need you to ruin her life!" He muttered.

Oh so he must not have know who I was(but of course). "Excuse me Donovan!" Damon replied sounding annoyed. "Matt I'll catch up with you later mkay?" I suggested. He sighed and reluctantly walked away, glancing back occasionally and muttering under his breath.

Damon ordered his drink and slammed it down. "Were you telling me the truth earlier,' cause if you're lying to me, I'll-" He got interrupted by me.

But into which I replied sarcastically, "You'll do what, rip my heart out. But no I wasn't lying, really Damon or should I call you dad now, I mean I could tell you anything and you wouldn't believe me" I smirked sadly.

A flash of recognition passed through his eyes. I knew that he saw his smirk. His eyes, his smirk, and most importantly the need to be sarcastic.

He got up and stormed out. Well that hurt, but I'm going to be strong, as I have been for a long time. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me hurt.

He didn't even look back...