A/N: Hello! As promised if I reached 200 reviews I would update today, Saturday. Thank you sooo much for helping me reach 200 reviews it means the world to me! I take all of your reviews into consideration…I know some of you are getting impatient and want Delena to get together already. Just breathe, relax, and enjoy the ride. Everything happens for a reason ;) There are some who are enjoying the pace. I don't like to rush things when I want it to be epic. That's all I'm saying.

Oh and I'm so glad most of you liked Grocery Shopping Damon xD I'm definitely going to have more scenes like that to come….The Everyday Damon ha. Anyways, thanks for liking my twisted mind.

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Damon sat on the edge of his bed, his elbow resting on his leg as his hand stroked his chin. His other hand was wrapped firmly around a glass of Bourbon which he was twirling. Was he really about to do this? He hadn't hooked up with anyone in awhile and it was all because of Elena. The king of Sex had left his throne temporarily for her. If that didn't mean he loved her, what did? Still, she said she didn't want to talk to him anymore because of Ian. She picked the dull colorless painting of dirt rather than the magnificently colored painting of a crow. He sighed as he shrugged off his leather jacket and unbuttoned his black collar shirt. Damon didn't want to feel like a pussy especially over a girl who constantly pushed him away and acted bipolar around him. I'll screw her aunt and teach her a fucking lesson. Maybe she'll realize what she missed out on….Unfortunately, this will probably hurt me more than it will hurt her. He stood up and walked to the open window that presented an eternal ocean of stars amongst the darkness of the sky. The floorboards below his boots abruptly felt unsteady or maybe it was Damon who felt like that. The stars made him think of Elena. She was like a star brilliantly beautiful and hypnotic…while Damon was the night sky….A sky that hid the deepest thoughts and true feelings you couldn't see with the average eye. The sky didn't deserve such a presence like the stars but at the same time the darkness is what made the stars looks so vivid and exquisite. I'm selfish Damon thought. I want Elena all for myself…Elena who is so kind and innocent…a graceful beauty…and I'm the beast who brings no good to her life but insists in having her. Unfortunately this tale doesn't end as well as the beloved Disney movie. This tale ends with me dying alone and paying for all that I've done…First you say you want to teach Elena a lesson and now you say you don't deserve her? No wonder I'm in love with her, I'm bipolar too! Damon's thoughts were interrupted by a cautious Jenna who had opened the door. She stepped in, swallowed thickly, and locked the door behind her. She was staring hard at Damon's part of bare chest that wasn't being covered by his shirt. The look of desire in her eye looked almost animalistic but also dreadful.

"We can't do this to Stefan," she murmured, but her hands were already traveling down to her pants to unbutton them. Damon grabbed her and shoved her into the wall.

"Just don't talk." His lips crashed into hers urgently.

Elena didn't understand why people were clustering like flies in the halls, gossip quickly escaping their lips, or like cows being herded to specific areas in the school. Was a Buffy comeback in the works? Elena's eyes darted from right to left as people looked at her while whispering. Were they talking about her? Elena frowned and before she could even process what she was doing she grabbed Lola Henderson's ,who had given her the stink eye, hair. Her friend left running down the hall at the look of madness in Elena's eyes.

"Ow ow ow," Lola said through gritted teeth, as Elena yanked at her hair a little harder.

"Why the hell are you talking crap about me?" Elena asked, annoyed. She never acted like this with people but she didn't care right now. A part of her was staring to get fed up with so much bullshit in her life.

"Aren't you supposed to be like the Virgin Mary?" Lola muttered. "Your behavior says otherwise."

"I don't care what I'm supposed to be like. I want you to tell me why you and Gossip Girl were talking about me with those judgmental Satan eyes."

"You know you kind of sound like him," Lola replied, after Elena released her hair. Lola caressed her hair soothingly trying to ease the pain on her scalp and hair.

"Who?"

"Damon."

"Why were you talking about me?" Elena asked, ignoring her comparison.

"Because there is a rumor about Damon and your aunt."

"What about Jenna?" Elena demanded, pushing for a fearless face but resulting in a worried look.

"I don't know but they were partying last night at his place. Knowing Damon…I'm sure something went down."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Elena had to resist the urge of choking her. She didn't like the judgy tone of voice she was talking in.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Don't take your anger out on me. If you wanted him so bad you should have fucked him first. Now how are you going to ever be with him if your aunt already had him inside of her?"

Elena reached out for her, ready to tug at her hair again, but Lola spun on her heel and sprinted away like a track star.

"I don't think so." Elena heard Bonnie's voice coming from around the corner.

"For real BonBon. We need to have another LOST marathon and you'll see what I mean. Damon looks exactly like that Boone guy," Caroline said. "It's freaky."

"I don't see it." Bonnie shrugged and gasped when they bumped into Elena.

"Hi," Elena said to them, with a different less friendly tone than usual.

"Everything okay?" Bonnie asked worriedly, reaching for Elena's arm to comfort.

"Yes." Elena pulled away making Bonnie flinch.

"What's with the school hall looking like March of the Penguins?" Caroline asked, her wide eyes scanning the area with wonder.

"Apparently people are talking about Jenna which means they are kind of talking about me too." Elena started to walk and they followed quickly after her.

"What? Why about Jenna?" Bonnie asked.

"Lola told me she was partying with Damon last night and that they might have…"

"Oh no," Bonnie cut in defensively. "Damon is a lot of things but…doing your aunt when he's in love with you? I don't believe it."

"Well he fucked me didn't he?" Caroline shrugged.

Bonnie glared at her. "Shut up, Care. That was before he realized he was in love. Elena you can't just assume Damon had sex with Jenna…I mean she's with Stefan."

"Like he cares who is with who," Elena retorted. "He'll do any girl."

"Okay…let's just say Damon did do your aunt. Does it bug you because it's Jenna or because Damon says he loves you?"

"It bothers me because people are talking about my aunt and attached to her name is…him. How would you feel if a classmate did your aunt or uncle?"

"Like crap but still….I'm sure it's more than that when it comes to you."

"When are you going to get it through your damn head that I don't like Damon and I never will! So sorry to ruin your wedding plans but seriously shut the hell up already!" Elena regretted the words that had come out from her mouth the second they did.

"Are you on your period or something?" Caroline asked softly.

"Bonnie I didn't—" Elena began but Bonnie stormed off before Elena could finish.

"I think there's an alien or something in your body…I watched this movie last night about aliens and they would go into human bodies at night and control them the next day. Maybe that happened to you! Why else would you be acting like a B-I-S-H."

"It's spelled b-i-t-c-h Caroline," Elena retorted. "And I'm not an alien. I don't know why I said that to Bonnie. I'm a horrible friend…"

Elena advanced Damon in front of his car. He slung his leather jacket over his shoulder coolly and pushed his sunglasses onto his face. She was glad because it was always so hard to look into his eyes. She could drown in them forever.

"Can I help you?" He asked, amusement in his voice. "I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore?"

"Are the rumors true?" Elena felt nostalgia in the pit of her stomach.

"What rumors?" He lowered his head so he could peer at her over his Armani sunglasses.

"The ones about you and Jenna," she replied angrily but the jealousy and betrayal resonated stronger. "People have been staring at me all day and whispering about me to an obnoxious level and it turns out it's because of you. They told me about you and Jenna last night. You were partying and you ended up sleeping with her."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied simply, shrugging. It bothered Elena how Damon acted as if he didn't care. Of course he had done Jenna. This was Damon Salvatore we were talking about here. He loved sex more than he loved his own looks.

"Damon, how could you?" Elena choked back tears. "She's my aunt! And this whole time you were telling me you loved me…that was a lie wasn't it?"

"Okay first of all, I can do whoever the hell I want. We aren't in a relationship so you can't tell me who I can or can't do….And second… It takes two to tango, darling. Are you really going to put all the blame on me?"

"But I'm sure it was your sick idea." Elena knew her face was pale. She was walking a fine line between being stable and passing out. It was a miracle she was even standing.

"Eh sure," he said. She felt so hurt…so betrayed. She couldn't believe that for a second she had doubted her feelings about Damon…that she had thought there were redeeming qualities in him. She had to remember she hated him, always. He was worse than a plague.

"I will never forgive you for this. I hope you rot in hell!" Elena turned away from him before he had the chance to see that tears were falling from her eyes uncontrollably.

Damon threw a baseball at the hard pavement of the sidewalk almost cracking it. He sighed, picked up the ball, threw it as far as he could, and watched it disappear through some trees. He had skipped school after Elena's little outburst and spent the day at the park. The familiar darkness was starting to consume him. He looked at the time on his phone and huffed when he saw it was almost nine p.m. The rumors at school had pissed him off. It pissed him off even more that they had rubbed it in Elena's face. I should massacre that whole damn school except for maybe darling Elena, little bird, and Carebear. Everyone in that school just loves the pointless world of gossip. She's so mad at me….I know it. I mean it's her aunt….but…

*Last night*

He crashed his lips onto hers urgently. Her hands found themselves roaming all over his chest down to his crotch. Her thin fingers slipped into his pants and wrapped around his huge cock which wasn't even erected. She tried stroking him to get hard but he wasn't really participating.

"What's wrong?" She breathed, her lipstick was smeared across her lips.

"It's not you," Damon sighed. He zipped up and buttoned her pants for her and pulled her with him to sit on the bed. His glass of Bourbon was sitting on the nightstand. He took a swig before turning to look at Jenna.

"Listen Jenna you are gorgeous and I'd love to fuck your brains out…if we were in another life," Damon started, and took another sip of his Bourbon. "But truth is…I'm in love with your niece and she'd never forgive me if I slept with her aunt. I just can't take that risk."

"You're in love with Elena?" Jenna's mouth fell open. "I must live under a rock…Oh God I'm Patrick from SpongeBob!"

"I am," Damon replied. "Unfortunately, I can't say the same about her."

"I'm sorry I didn't know…"

"Not your fault but mine….Can I ask you a question?" At a nod from her he continued. "…Why are you with Stefan besides his looks?"

"He treats me well…and he's really good at—" Her ears suddenly turned bright red.

"Sex?" Damon raised a brow.

She nodded and blushed again.

"Look," Damon began hesitantly. "Like I said you are beautiful and my brother thinks so too but I'm sorry to say that he isn't in love with you. I know deep down you aren't in love with him either."

"He's not?" Jenna murmured. "I thought—"

"Stefan doesn't like hurting people but trust me when I tell you his heart belongs to someone else."

"Who?" Jenna swallowed.

"Little bird—I mean Bonnie," he corrected himself quickly. "He loves her so much it honestly makes me want to puke…and Little—Bonnie loves him too. She's been hurting inside so much but she didn't want to tell you anything because she cares about you."

"Bonnie loves Stefan…I must be the most self-centered person in the world if I didn't know that someone who I've known since she was in diapers was in love with him…" Jenna covered her face with her hands and let the tears pour out. "I didn't meant to hurt her." She sobbed and spoke some incoherent words. Damon sat there for a second unsure what to do until he pulled Jenna to him and enfolded his arms around her.

"It's okay…" he whispered into her ear. He held her until she calmed down.

"You were right, you know?" One of her hands dropped down to her lap and the other wiped another tear from her eye.

"About?"

"I really do like Stefan. I think he's an amazing guy and everything—but I'm not in love with him. It was mostly about the sex….I feel bad because now I know that Bonnie and Stefan were suffering through all of this."

"It's not your fault." Damon tipped her head up to meet her eyes. "Stefan should have never pushed himself into this relationship knowing he was in love with someone else….Bonnie doesn't deserve this and neither do you."

"I still feel bad…"

"Forget about him. You can dump him and move on. Why do you want to be with someone who watches Dragon Tales and the Housewives," Damon joked. "There are plenty of guys out there that would kill to be with you. Trust me."

Jenna smiled and let out a small laugh. "Damon…"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. You really aren't such an asshole like everyone says you are."

"Oh I am," Damon chuckled. "I just have my moments. I don't like seeing women crying."

"I don't believe it… I think it's just an act."

"Whatever you say," Damon replied. "How about I take you home?"

"Can we just talk for a little bit longer? You are making me feel better."

"Sure. I can tell you about my vampire tales. Would you like to hear about my 70s period?"

"I'd love that."

*present*

I screwed things up with her. Why didn't I just tell her it wasn't true? Why do I have to be such an asshole all of the time? So many questions but with no answers. I'll never forget that look on her face… Damon shut his eyes. He could feel her pain. He deserved a stake in the heart after hurting his little Elena. She needs to know I didn't fuck Jenna Damon thought. I have to make things right somehow. I need to tell her about me. He picked himself off the grass he had been laying on. She needs to know that I only have eyes for her and for her only. My unbeating heart will always belong to her. He got into his black Audi that had been parked under one of the trees and sped away towards Elena's house.

He doesn't love me. Everything he says are lies. He only wants to have sex with me. He wants to be my first. I need to prove to him that I don't want him now. Elena rang the doorbell. This is the worst day ever. I hurt my best friend…my—what could she even refer to Damon as? He had hurt her deeply. She stepped back slightly when Ian opened the door. His hair was disheveled as if he had just woken up.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your new boyfriend?" He was looking at her with such disapproval it made Elena's heart break. She needed to make this day drastically better before it was over.

"Can we talk…please?" Elena begged, tears tainting the corners of her eyes.

"Come in," he said, his hard glare softening. No one is home right now." He stepped aside to let Elena in and shut the door behind them. Her eyes examined the photo frames of Ian and his happy looking family. She wanted to be a part of his beautiful life.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked, folding his arms just under his chest. His blue t-shirt not only fitted his body to perfection but they brought out the beauty in his eyes. He was so gorgeous like a model.

"I'm sorry Ian," Elena told him. "I wanted to tell you that I love you. Damon is just…he means nothing to me. I don't want him to get in the way of us."

"How do I know you aren't lying to me again?"

"Maybe this will prove it," Elena said. She pushed her lips onto his and smothered him with frantic kisses. Ian returned the kiss and used his hand to press her harder against him.

"I want you to be my first," she whispered, pushing him against the wall.

"Isn't it a little too soon?" His voice croaked. She could feel him growing hard against her leg.

"Perhaps but I know you are the one. I love you Ian. Please let me prove it to you." She pressed her lips onto his again. She wasn't going to take no for an answer. His slid his smooth tongue inside of her mouth exploring her. She heard Ian gulp before he grabbed her hand and guided her upstairs to his room. He swallowed thickly again before they continued kissing. Elena knew Ian wasn't a virgin. He was the most popular guy in school, besides Damon, girls were automatically flinging themselves at him. He was a relationship kind of guy but he had been in several relationships before. It didn't matter though. She wanted him to take her virginity. In her heart she knew he was the one. Too bad the thought of Damon painfully lingered in the back of her mind. Ian pushed her gently onto the bed as they explored each other's bodies with their hands. Ian pulled off his shirt as she pulled off hers. His fingers gently traced her breasts and he placed small kisses on each of them. He could hear Elena swallow repeatedly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ian asked with concern. She could feel his dick through the thick material of his jeans. It felt big.

"Yes," she replied, with no hint of stopping. His eyes shot down to her hands as he felt her unbutton his jeans and pull them down enough to let his penis spring out. She swallowed again at seeing the length and width of his penis. It was much nicer than the freak that had tried to rape them at the club. He was at least a good eight inches. Her heart was pounding like a drum and galloping at the speed of a roadrunner. Oh God Elena thought frantically. I know I'm going to suck at this.

Damon had gone to Elena's but nobody was home. He had gone to Bonnie's but she wasn't home either. So instead he drove to Ian's house to spy. He wanted to know if they had gotten back together. The house was entirely dark except for one room upstairs. Damon quietly closed his car door and sauntered across the street to Ian's house. He placed his hands on the window by the front door but couldn't see anything inside. Hmm. He decided to go around to where the light was coming from. Damon climbed one of the window's from the first floor and pushed himself to the second window. The curtains were only halfway closed so he could peer inside from the little gap available. His eyes widened when he saw his Elena….She was still clothed but Ian wasn't. She's going to do him. Damon felt his world shatter into a million pieces.

a/n: Please don't kill me! Review and sound off! I want to hear your opinions. Do you want Elena to lose it to Ian? I'm taking a vote so GO GO GO!