Chapter 10
'No, I don't believe it!'
'Believe what you will. Here I am, sleeping soundly, dreaming about the 1969 Chevy Camaro convertible and suddenly there's this banging on my door, and when I open it, I swear to god it's true, there stands my baby brother on my door with a bra hanging from his fingers and tears in his eyes. Like genuine, full on tears, wet cheeks and all, and I'm thinking, shit, Stefan is one of those dudes who cry when they have sex. But then I take another look at his hands, and man I want to laugh, but I can't. The wire from the chick's push up bra is inside his index finger. There is blood and Stefan is just standing there, holding out his hand as if he expects me to pull out the thing.'
Alaric was laughing so hard, he was crying.
'So, I hauled his ass to the hospital where a doctor pulled out the black push up bra and gave Stefan his tetanus shots. I swear, the dude is still terrified of push up bras,' Damon finished with hand motions to emphasize the point.
'What happened to the girl?' Alaric wheezed.
'She ran away in one of Stefan's T-shirt. But I gotta give props to my baby bro, he returned her bra next day in school, cementing his name as a legend in Mystic Falls High,' Damon added whimsically.
'Must have been your idea.'
'Damn right, it was,' Damon replied with a smile.
'What—'
There was a knock on the door and Damon promptly moved his chair away from the edge of the table where Alaric had been propped on from past twenty minutes, wheedling out tales of his High School debauchery.
Alaric narrowed his eyes and shifted closer to where Damon sat in his chair—back straight, hands in his lap and gaze at files in his hands. Looking extremely professional. It annoyed Alaric; it set his teeth on edge.
'Loosen up, Damon. No body's gonna think we are having an affair if you sit a bit closer to me,' Alaric imparted sagely.
The landline on his desk rang, and he picked it up after noticing the shuttered look in Damon's eyes.
'Yes?'
'Ms. Gilbert is here for Mr. Salvatore.' It was Vicki, the bubblegum worshipping dragon who guarded the doors of his chambers and kept all interlopers away. And just like that, his good mood was gone. He slammed the receiver with a little more force than he should have.
'Elena's here,' he said without a preamble when Damon raised his eyebrows at his grouchy attitude.
Damon vacated the chair as if his ass was on fire. 'See you tomorrow, Alaric,' he bade a rushed goodbye as he hurried out of Alaric's office, leaving Alaric to his own devices.
Alaric knew his attraction to Damon would end in heartache for him. He was setting himself up for a fall. Damon loved Elena. He'd said so himself. So, why did Alaric feel as if Damon was attracted to him too?
He walked over to the left glass wall. Like a pathetic sap he saw Damon walk out of the building, hand in hand with Elena, head tilted in her direction, eyes rapt on her in attention, listening to whatever she was saying.
Elena Gilbert was lucky. She had Damon Salvatore's undivided love and attention.
He walked back to his chair and sank down in it.
With every passing day, his attraction to Damon was getting deeper whereas he didn't know for a fact whether Damon liked him or not.
Why couldn't Damon be gay?
