Okay so I know it's been a LONG time since I've updated but I've had writers block but I think I've got an idea for my next chapter but I wouldn't mind some ideas please! I hope this chapter is okay it might be a bit shit sorry for this. Sorry the long wait. Please R&R I love to hear your thoughts!

Claire Pov

"Shane what the fuck are you doing in my room!?" I shouted extremely bewildered from his un-expected visit in my room, while I was… busy. I grabbed Damon's shirt that was lying next to me and turned my back and put in on quickly. This is that last thing I want happening right now, and by the look on Shane's face he's not in a good mood…

"Get the fuck out of this room bro," Oh no, Damon please don't make it worse. I could see Damon keeping his cool which I was thankful for but I knew he wanted to bite Shane's head off, I could just see the look in his eyes. He stood up from the bed in only his trousers and his tanned chiselled chest on show, he held an intimidating glare on as he stood there holding Shane's stare.

"Or what?" Shane growled taking a threatening step forward, and this is my queue to butt in.

"Okay, okay," I said crawling to the front of the bed and getting in the middle on them two, nearly tripping in the process. At the most, I was actually hurt that Shane would do this and try to ruin a great relationship I had. I never would have thought that he'd stoop so low and start all this drama as soon as he decides to walk back into my life. Well guess what Shane this is reality, it's not a fairy tale.

"What's your deal Shane? You can't randomly walk into my room let alone not even knock," I kept my voice low and soft, trying ease down the tension in the air, which could be cut with a knife.

"My deal," He laughed but without any humour in his voice. "Is him," He went deadly serious again, he nodded his head towards Damon's direction. "Why the hell are you even sleeping with him Claire?" Whoa, he didn't just go there, he's talking to me as if I sleep with any random guy, that's rich coming from him.

"Shane you know what get the fuck outta my room, I can't believe you, he's my boyfriend the man I love and you're asking me why I'm sleeping with him, like I sleep with any random guy. Why are you butting in my life for, did I say anything to you about your life," I couldn't hold it in anymore, it all burst out like a balloon popping. Right now all I want is him away from me, just a million miles away, back to where he went when he left me, just… far away.

"You love him," He asked spitefully not even being affected by my words, even though his words sounded cruel I could see hurt filling in his eyes. It's not like you choose who you fall in love with, or you don't choose for your ex-boyfriend to put on an act and leave you for years the suddenly appear at your door step like everything is okay and he only popped out around the corner. He should feel hurt for all I know. It was hard though sometimes to feel all this hatred because I knew later on I'd feel guilty for doing it.

"Jealous she doesn't love you anymore Shane?" Damon asked a grin starting to appear on his lips. I heard Shane growl under his breath as he gave Damon, well a death look. I nudged Damon on his side trying to tell him to 'shut the fuck up.' Shane's fists were clenched into a ball shape and I could hear his fingers clicking from the pressure and his hands began to turn white. His teeth were obviously gritted because his jaw was tensed up, usually I'd be the one to tell him to calm down and un-ball his fist and lace my fingers through his. Instead he was on his own.

He raked a hand through his glossy light brown hair. "How do you know I don't already have a girlfriend bro," he said challengingly, I didn't know why but my stomach just dropped a little bit. I kept a straight face on and I just stared back at Shane like I didn't hear a thing he said, Damon started laughing and I turned around looking at him a little blankly.

"Bro get out of my room," He said between his laughter, Shane didn't move he just stood there staring right back at Damon as he laughed. I was starting to get a feeling that this wasn't exactly going to go down well.

Damon stopped laughing and went into serious mode when he never saw Shane move towards the door. He kissed his teeth and swerved from behind me to in-front of me. 'Christ' I mumbled panicky. I clutched Damon from his arm trying to pull him back but he nudged off my arm like it was a feather. Urg Damon.

"You know what Shane I never really liked you but I tried to get along with you for Claire but you really are making it so god damn hard." Damon said quite intimidatingly, Damon could be quite unpredictable when it came to arguments and fights I didn't know what he was going to do. All I knew was that he never lost a fight.

Just then Damon's left arm raised up and pushed forcefully of Shane's left shoulder pushing him back making him fall a little of balance as he stumble a few steps back. Shit, was the last thing I thought before Shane looked up from the floor and gave Damon the look before he took 2 huge steps forward pulling his arm back in an angle and then taking a full power swing at Damon, trying to land him square in the face. A hand flew to my mouth, "Damon," I shouted/screamed. Just as Damon dipped back on the heels of his feet, the punch only skimming his chin, it all happened in seconds, Damon grabbing Shane's hand before he could withdraw it. He pulled him forward towards him and tackled him to the ground making a loud thud escape in the room. A string of curses were shouted sounding like a poem. Before I could stop Damon or pull him back, he lifted up his arm pulled it back and punched Shane in the face, with full force. "Damon stop!" I screamed just after he landed the punch in his face and was going in for another. I ran to him and dragged him off Shane whose lip was bleeding a little, that'll definitely hurt in the morning.

All of a sudden my room door flew open with out question once again, what is it with these people and not knocking. Eve was standing there with Michael who was staring down at Shane wide eyed and shocked expression plastered on their faces. "What the hell's going on in here?" Michael asked, keeping his voice as timid as he could in the moment. Eve looked up from Shane to me, where I was on the floor behind Damon still clutching him tightly from when I pulled him off Shane.

"Shane honey are you okay?" Eve said concern laced in her voice. Shane who was still staring deathly at Damon gave a sharp nod and whipped the blood off his lip with the back of his hand.

"Would someone care to explain?" Michael asked again a little impatiently. It was extremely silent in the room at the moment, a little too silent making me shift un comfortably.

"He hit me basically," Shane said bitterly as he got up from the floor. Damon got up as well making me stand up too.

"Is it like a family tradition for you not to knock on people doors?" I wanted to slap my forehead when Damon had said that, he can't just bring family into the conversation, especially Shane's.

"What the fuck did you say you piece of shit?!" Shane barked and tried to lunge at Damon but Michael with his vampire instincts stopped Shane before he could move a centimetre. He held him by the back of his t-shirt and pulled him back, as he cursed.

"We will have a discussion about this shortly," Michael said coolly eyeing both me and Damon as Shane still cursed, then he dragged out Shane of the room followed by Eve who followed them out shortly as she gave me a soft smile.

Shane's Pov

I wanted to wrap my hands around his delicate little neck and squeeze until there's nothing left. You say whatever you want to me about me but the moment you say that word, that's it, you've lost your life lines. I pushed myself off Michaels grip and went straight to the kitchen. Eve or Michael didn't say anything to me as we came down or as I walked off, I think they knew I'd snap back at them in the state I was in. I tried to keep my anger in control as I walked into the kitchen, I really wanted to avoid any questioning there was to come, but once the door closed my walls collapsed, my hands flew to the side of my head as I gritted my teeth and growled loudly I turned around and kicked the floor then I saw the chair and kicked it with full strength making it break in half and slam right against the wall. "Shit!" I yelled in frustration. I slapped my hands back down against my legs as I paced the kitchen thinking about what had just happened. What Claire had said, the things I had said but most importantly her saying that she loved Damon. Damon… his name span in my head in hatred, I wasn't thinking when I left I just left, I didn't know she loved me so much, of course I loved her, I would have died for her, but I never said so I never admitted it. I thought she'd get over me I didn't know I was that special to her so close to her heart. But then I also thought she would wait for me, I'd wait for her…

I stopped pacing and sat in the chair and buried my face in my hands. "How can I be so stupid?" I moaned mumbles into my hand. There wasn't a day that I didn't think of her, that I didn't feel like returning the day I left. I had never touched any other woman or thought anything other than friendship with them.

I kicked the table leg again furiously as I began to think about all the things I did wrong. Maybe I deserved this, maybe this was the kiss up the back-side everyone would say that would come to me one day. I've never felt this badly about a girl, except Alyssa, I didn't feel so distraught that she'd chosen a knew man… that she now feels what she felt for me to another man, for Damon. I clenched my teeth as his name came back into my brain. Fucking Dick head, I hate him. I lifted my head from the table and a tilted it back instead with my hands secured behind my head.

Damon isn't better than me, I'm better for her. What is he, a snobby business man, got lots of money, good looking (not as good as me), he's not a skinny rat, protects Claire- URG what am I saying he is way better for Claire than I am, he can shower her in money, protect her, maybe even more her away from this ratty town. I sulked in my head and sighed loudly. If only I could-

The door slammed open banging against the kitchen wall. "Shane what the fuck is your deal, you can't just randomly punch my boyfriend!?" Of course I could recognize that voice from anywhere and even though she was shouting she did sound like an angel.

"I didn't punch him, I skimmed his face," I said trying to sound as cool as possible about it. I leaned back further in my chair making myself be in an 'I don't care' posture.

"I thought you said you had a 'girl' Shane, why were you barging in my room for then?" She gave me a look that said 'what's you come-back, which caught me off guard. Shit, I went through the conversation in my head and then re-called saying that. I tried not to show the panic and shock in my face and I looked at her and saw her staring at me impatiently waiting for an answer. If only I could find another girl that looked exactly like Claire, spoke like Claire, had brains like Claire, and was brave like Claire and girl I could love. But I can't do that now that I already am.

"Why so interested for?" I asked amusedly as I dodged her question smoothly, she gave me a look of doubt.

"I can't wait to see her; I'll be in my room with Damon." My blood boiled as she said that, 'I'll be in my room with Damon.' "He'll be waiting for an apology from you," She said as she started leaving for the door.

"Apology my foot, he punched me," I protested, I got up from my seat quickly making it squeak backwards on the tile flooring.

She turned around from the door, "You will apologize for barging into our room and he'll apologize for hitting you, understood?" She said sternly like a school teacher. For some reason I applied to what she said and sagged my shoulders in defeat. Why can she always control me like this?

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