This was a hard chapter for me to write. I just didn't know what to do with it. It's really short, I know. I promise it will get longer again. So... Here it is! It's kind of a filler. But I need to figure out what to do with the story now. Please leave any suggestions that you have. Wish me luck with my exams! I have one tomorrow.


She really shouldn't feel this bad about finding out that Stefan was cheating on her. She had gotten with Damon during their relationship many times. In fact, Elena had told Stefan off at times so she could spend her time with Damon instead. And there was no point in feeling guilty either—he had cheated on her first (way before her, to be fair). She didn't know why she agreed to get back together with him… It was a failed relationship. She tried to figure out why it was bothering her so much then. If it wasn't him then what was it?

Maybe it was because every serious relationship she had ended on a bad note—especially when she hadn't really dated many people. Although Elena was considered a 'Queen Bee' during high school, she wasn't the type of girl that went on many dates. From tenth grade up until her senior year of high school, she dated Matt Donovan—Stefan's cousin (it was actually through Matt that Elena met Stefan). Matt hadn't cheated on her but he had straight up told her that she wasn't the one for him. Then later, she found out that Matt was actually gay. Who knew.

This was the first time she had an open relationship with anyone. Was it even considered a relationship at all? It was just a fling. Just a fling? Then why were his arms around her—not trying to feel her up or because they were having sex, but because he was comforting her? This was way too confusing. She didn't know what to think… She couldn't think right now. She just… She needed to get away. She wanted to go home.

"I… I want to go home." She whispered, still clutching at him. She had come with Stefan so if she wanted to go home, she would have to wait for Jenna to take her—unless Damon drove her back. But she would feel bad asking him to. It was his party.

"I'll drive you home." He assured her, giving her hand a small squeeze and then releasing her from his grip. "Meet me outside… I don't think we can really be seen going together." He murmured. She was still her student and Damon was not ready to give his job up.

And just like that, he walked away. She was alone again and she craved his touch. So she decided she wanted to get out of here right away. Elena guessed that he would excuse himself first, so her getting out now would be best. She wiped away her tears and walked out of the house to find that Damon was already waiting inside his car. She glanced around to make sure no one else was around before getting into the passenger's side.

"Thank you…" She murmured.

"No problem." He didn't look at her—only started to drive away. "So your apartment?"

"No… I, uh, can I stay at your place tonight? Caroline's staying over… And I don't want to face her right now." Elena admitted, glancing over at him then looking down at her lap. To be honest, she didn't want to face anyone. But she felt so comfortable with Damon it didn't matter. Not with him.

"Sure." He nodded and turned towards his apartment. Damn it. It was going to be way too hard to keep his hands off of her if she was going to be under the same roof as him. What did this even mean for them? She was only sleeping with him because she wanted to get back at Stefan and now that they were over… Was she done with him too? That would be best. For both of them. But Damon didn't want that and he felt pathetic for feeling this way.

"Thanks." It was getting awkward in the car now. They both were thinking the same thing but they had no idea how to bring it up or resolve it. Elena didn't even want to bring it up right now. She already had enough to deal with—any more and she was sure her head would explode.

The ringing of her cell phone caused her to jump. "Hello?" She answered.

"Elena, where are you?" It was Jenna's voice. Elena hadn't bothered to check the caller ID—though she should have in case it was Stefan.

"Jenna… I got a ride… And I was heading back home… I'll explain later. I just didn't feel well." She explained.

"Alright… Just take care of yourself. Call me tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. I will." She promised.

Suddenly there was someone else on the phone. "Elena? Where are you? Let me explain."

"Fuck off Stefan. I don't ever want to see your face again." She hissed then hung up before he could say anything else. There was no way in hell she was ever going to give him another chance.

She then quickly texted Caroline to back her up with Jenna.

Staying with Damon. I'll explain tomorrow. Don't tell Jenna.

"You okay?" He asked. He was happy with the way she had told Stefan off.

"Eventually. It felt good to yell at him though." She admitted with a small smile.


They got inside his apartment and Elena felt completely at home. They had shared many memories there—like the first time she had met him. So many times they had made love in this room… On this couch… But it was different tonight. It was different because that's not why they were here.

"I'll… Uh… I'll sleep on the couch. You can take the bed." Damon told her, loosening his tie. "And you can take whatever shirt I have lying around if you want to get out of that dress." He added.

Elena nodded meekly and went into his room. She had forgotten that Damon actually needed to get changed and hadn't expected him to show up in the room as she was trying to unzip her dress.

"Sorry. I should've knocked." He said, starting to leave.

"Wait… It's not like you haven't seen me naked before…" She said with a wry smile, giving the okay to crack jokes.

"True." He smirked, stopping to turn around.

"Can you… Help me with the zipper? I think it's stuck." She asked.

Damon nodded, internally groaning. Was she deliberately making this difficult? All he could think about while unzipping her dress was taking it off her slowly… Kissing every inch of her skin…

"Thanks." She said, turning around, the strap of her dress falling passed her shoulder. Then she made the mistake of looking down… And finding him very hard. Elena gulped and looked back up at him.

Suddenly, their lips meshed together passionately. Damon's arms wrapped around her, picking her up and taking her to the bed as her arms wrapped around his neck.

This should be too soon… But Elena didn't know how to stop it. She was addicted to this incredibly sexy man.