A/N: Hey Guys! So, Here's CH.7. We get to learn why Stefan is the way he is in this story,finally! :)

Hope you like it. Enjoy!


CHAPTER SEVEN-The Mysterious Ways Of Love-

They didn't have to wait long for their menus to arrive. As Elena looked up at him, trying to ignore the fact that it felt his eyes glued on her, his legs rubbing against hers every five minutes as she swallowed hard.

"Will you stop that!" She hissed, glancing up at him over her menu as he let out an innocent laugh, giving her a childish smile as she locked her eyes on him.

"Stop...What, exactly?" He asked, playing if off as if he wasn't rubbing up against her legs, sending her emotions into a tail spin and her mind into the worst possible territory...ever!

Elena had promised herself, no dating. no dating...not after what Daniel had done. Now, she was making sure she kept her guard up. Kept herself protected from loving someone, anyone really. But, there was Stefan, sneaking up on her and making her feel stuff, lust...desire...passion...need...want...all over again.

She was in a daze as she watched the waiter come up to them and they both ordered quickly. Stefan smiled at her as he brushed his hand up against hers and once again she took a deep breath, trying hard to not show a reaction.

Instead, Elena cleared her throat and gazed up at him, questions swirling in her mind as he smirked at her. "So, Stefan...you know a few things about me and here I am...knowing barely anything about you." She commented, taking a sip of her ice water as she watched him nervously straighten himself up in the booth and then he sighed, placing his hands onto the table.

"Where do I begin?" He asked calmly, popping his neck from side to side as Elena could tell that she had just hit a nerve, a tough subject.

"You don't need to tell me everything. But, knowing why you go from a jerk one minute and then back to this nice guy act..it's confusing me to be honest. I like spending time with you. But, I barely know, I barely know anything about you...I guess I just want to know more..whatever your willing to give." Elena said, watching as he let out a nervous laugh, running his hands through his hair as he locked his eyes on her and then he began to speak.

"First there was Katherine...I loved her first in high school, when we were kids too. But, then she cheated on me with Damon. I found them in the house, alone in bed together. So, after that happened, I took off for a while. Living with my parents, starting school at NYU. I was an honor student in college, played soccer and that's when I met her, Rebekah Mikealson. The one woman who changed my life." Stefan told Elena, clasping his hands together as he stared down at them, hearing Elena speak with a steady and interested tone.

"Stefan, I'm sorry to hear that. That must of been horrible. So, how did Rebekah make things better?" Elena asked, listening to him intently as he smiled at her.

"She showed me that loving again was okay. But, just like all the other women that I had been with. Rebekah had plans of her own. She had used me, just like Katherine did..for her own gain. We had been dating for four years, all throughout college and the night of our graduation party. I found her, hooking up with another guy behind my back. A good friend of mine. She had no idea that I was going to ask her to be my wife that night, I even had the ring in my pocket...all night long." Stefan told her, exhaling deeply as he took a shaky breath.

The memory of Rebekah and his friend was enough to send him over the edge. He had decided that he was done being the nice guy, having his heart broken more than once by two women that he actually thought, loved him had been enough to change him...forever.

"So, instead of trying to explain to my parents that I didn't want to marry her, that her and I, just weren't working..I left Manhattan and meet up with Damon and Katherine, of all people." Stefan told her, watching as Elena gave him a weak smile. She knew the feeling, the one where you think you love someone and then you realize that while you were with them, it was just a blinded love.


Four hours had gone by as they sat and talked, learning more about each other than they had in the last few days that Elena had been there. She stared at him for a long time, watching as he placed his credit card into the bill holder, breathing heavily as he smiled up at her, placing the holder back onto the table.

"So, did I change your mind yet?" He said, a laugh in his voice as he watched her nod.

Stefan really wasn't that bad when he wasn't keeping his heart guarded, keeping himself protected from everyone and everything around him. But, for the first time in months, he had opened up to someone, someone who wasn't Rebekah or Katherine.

"So, you worked for Daniel's company?" Stefan asked trying to change the subject. Watching as Elena dug into her cheesecake, placing a piece in her mouth and chewing it slowly as she looked up at him, their eyes locking on each other's for a brief moment.

My god, he was handsome. His green eyes, telling and both mysterious. The seriousness made sense now, when he was deep in thought he was most likely thinking about his painful past, his parents that had told him that he should have loved Rebekah more, then maybe..just by some hope, she would have stayed by his side.

"Yeah, I was. It was a small family business that started out with his great grandparents and then he began to slowly take over. But, since he and I called it quits. I'm sure that he and Anna are probably planning a way to collect the money from his parents without having to be married." Elena told him sighing and shaking her head at the thought.

"Anna? Who's Anna?" Stefan asked, placing his beer on the table as he heard Elena laugh.

"Oh, I thought I told you about Anna! Ha, she was my roommate in college that Daniel had slept with...a few times, actually! He told me it the day I gave him back the expensive ring that he had bought..." Elena told him, her voice trailing off as she felt his warm touch on her skin, bringing her out of her trance that she had on the thoughts of her ex-fiancé.

" I can relate. Elena, I'm sorry if I'm just a total jerk sometimes. I...Well-" Stefan began to say watching as she gave him a weak smile and nodded.

"You're keeping yourself guarded. I know, Believe me...I know. You don't want to be hurt like that again." She replied, pushing her hand away from his as he smiled at her.

This girl, sitting across from him was worth knowing, he could feel it deep down in his stomach. Now, if he could only cut the bullshit and actually be nice and respectful for once without turning into this guarded jerk who had built walls up against himself, as tall as the wall of china.

"I was thinking, I know that you came out here to get away from it all, kind of like I did. Um, do you want to go dancing with me at this club. It's pretty popular with the locals and on late nights it can be pretty fun." Stefan asked her, watching as she gave him a shy smile, brushing her hair out of her face nervously as she locked her eyes with his.

"You promise not be a jackass for the rest of the night and not try to kiss me again or make a move?" Elena commented, giving him a stern look with her brown eyes as she heard him laugh.

"One out of three. It'd be a crime not to make a move on you at a club...if we're being honest." He told her with a wink as he watched her cheeks blush. Yes, getting to know her would be more fun for Stefan, than he realized. But, it would also be one of the biggest challenges of his life, because if he was going to be around her, he had to behave himself and being that she was a temptation. Behaving appropriately would be very difficult to do.


The club was dark and noisy as they walked into it, the music blaring as Elena watched couples grind their bodies against each other. Some of them looking as if they were making love on the dance floor, with all their clothing still intact.

She gasped as she felt him pulled her hand, her body crashing against his as he firmly placed his hands on her hips. Stefan moved them with the music, a mixture of loud Cuban music that sounded romantic and yet hypnotic all at the same time. Elena felt her body being swayed and moved, her mind getting lost in the beat and the fact that his hands were pressed roughly against her exposed tan skin arms and hips.

"What is this place?" She asked, feeling his hands under her shirt as she titled her head back onto his shoulder and tried to lock her eyes on him. There was something about Stefan, in the moment when the flashing lights in the club hit his face that made her want him, hunger for his touch on her skin. But, she quickly shook it off, swallowing hard as he leaned into her and whispered into her ear.

"It's a Cuban night club. Please, tell me you've seen dirty dancing before?" He asked with a chuckle, listening as she exhaled, her arms slowly lifting up to touch his face as he stepped behind her, grabbing her roughly, his hands tracing the fabric of her shirt as she gritted her teeth and groaned.

"What? Does that bug you.. My hands on your body, my touch on your skin?"Stefan asked in seductive tone as she let out a laugh again, trying to turn around in his arms as she felt his hand slide underneath the thin fabric of her shirt, grazing against her stomach lightly.

"I...I..." Elena began to say, struggling to finish her thought as she grabbed his hands in one quick motion and turned her body around, facing him. Stefan gave her a pleased look as he brushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes and she moved closer to him, their bodies chest to chest as she felt him exhale, his breath catching in his throat.

"I told myself I wouldn't do this, that I wouldn't..." Elena began to say, leaning into him as he smiled at her, meeting her halfway as Stefan placed his hand in the middle of her back, their bodies still swaying with the music as he pushed her closer towards her.

"That you wouldn't do what?" He asked, his green intense eyes locking on hers, staring at her eyes for a moment and then down to her soft and pink lips.

"Give in to my temptations..." Elena began to say, feeling as Stefan's hand still lay on her back. She leaned in more and then before she knew it, she could feel herself getting lost in him, the taste of his lips against hers, their tongues moving with their bodies, slowly. Elena breathed in and all she could feel was his hands in her hair, his body against hers and the smell of alcohol and the feeling of sex all around them on the dance floor.


A/N: Hey All! Hopefully this update wasn't too smut filled. I apologize if it was...sometimes my creative mind runs away with me! :)

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