Chapter : 5

Why? Why would anyone do this to themselves voluntarily? Damon thought as he walked down the corridor to the student council's meeting. Arghh, he even cringed thinking about being surrounded by a bunch of nerds and talking about toilet papers or parking lots, whatever student councils did.

They were using the old teacher's lounge as their office now, Damon entered without any knocking and the inside was exactly what he expected. A round table with papers, files and books. Students sitting around it.

Elijah Michaelson was the student body president, Damon never really cared about him or whatever he did, until now when he saw Elena Gilbert, on his side, vice president, in all her geek glory.

"Mr. Salvatore, the meeting started twenty minutes ago." Elena batted her lashes, looking in Elijah's direction. The latter was calmly looking through a file, wearing a white button up, dark pants- Damon shook his head, the guy looked like he was born in his mid-thirties.

"My bad, I just didn't want to be here." Damon said dragging out a chair, Elijah gave him a condescending look before getting back to his file. Damon scanned around the room.

Bonnie Bennett was here, Cynthia Hartford, Rebekah Michaelson, Aaron who had bet against him at the auction, Mason Lockwood who was in the senior year with him, a few more of the nerds.

Everyone was silent in the room, Damon was looking around when he felt something touch his foot, or rather someone. His eyes went to the brunette who was busy whispering something in Elijah's ear as he nodded to whatever she said, like they had their own club and everyone else was just not good enough for it. Yet, she was here playing footsie with him. Then again, she was so far away, her legs were long but not that much. Then he started thinking about her legs, that one time she wore a plaid skirt with High socks in the winter, just when he had transferred to this school.

That outfit had been replaying like a fantasy for a week in his head at night.

Slowly sliding his chair back slightly, he leaned low to see the foot wasn't Elena, it was Rebekah. His eyebrows raised slightly and he turned his attention to the Blonde to Elena's right, who was eyeing him.

Finally, he found something interesting in his hell.

She wrote something down on a piece of paper and passed it to him, which he picked up.

Elena didn't miss the interaction between them while Elijah was explaining the further October to November calendar to her. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Damon pick the paper up, he pulled out his phone. It was probably Rebekah's number.

Elena focused back on Elijah. "Should we announce it?"

He nodded, "I will." The he knocked on the table noticing his sister already distracted by Damon. Once everyone looked at him he cleared his throat, "So we have a new member today, Damon Salvatore from our senior year. Let's get him up to speed, Elena?"

Elena smiled at Elijah, then looked towards Damon, same bothered expressions returning, "We've passed the new calendars. As you all know, well most of you." She glared at him before continuing, "Right now we have to prepare for our car wash charity and then our fall dance theme."

Damon palmed his forehead, no way was he arranging dances.

Elijah interrupted, "Elena, should I tell Damon about the duties we've decided?"

"Please do."

"The school has gotten a lot more funding than last year-"

Damon cut in, "Thank you." He said bitterly.

Elijah continued, "The school is thinking of starting a paper. Elena and I pitched the idea to the board and they like it, we were going to look for researchers and Elena has been doing a lot of the work on her own, but now that we have an extra member that no one elected or asked for. Why not you be our researcher on the project. Of course this would be on the side-lines."

"While I am flattered over the consideration, I must refuse." Damon said with an evil grin that Elena wanted to wipe off that second from his lips. Lips that kissed her, that pressed softly against hers, enveloped hers. She took a deep breath bringing herself back to reality.

"Then we get to suspend you from the club, you really can't afford that now, can you?" she said with wide mocking eyes.

His smile disappeared at her challenging tone. "Fine. I'll do it."

She got from her chair, "That's what I thought." Then she carried a huge pile of files and newspapers, ridiculously organised towards his side of the table. He turned to her as she put it his lap, Elena's eyes briefly fell to his lips, as his hand held hers under the pile of folders. She pulled it from his grip and averted her gaze away.

With a stiff walk, she got back in her seat. Now focusing as Elijah explained the events. She refused to look at him but he was constantly on her mind since he reminded her of that kiss in the morning.

Elena looked from the curtain of her hair towards him so he wouldn't notice. He was looking over the piles of file she left him, a pen in between his fingers. Now he would actually find out all the things she did on a daily basis. She would make it hell for him.

"Okay, we got this?" Elijah asked.

Elena blinked back into present, angry at herself that she didn't catch whatever Elijah was talking about, "Yes."

He gave her a polite smile, as he got up. Elena arranged her books into her bag and picked up her bottle, there Damon was, talking to Rebekah. Rolling of one her Blonde locks around his finger as if they had always known each other.

"Elena?" Elijah asked her and she shook slightly, "Huh?"

"Are you okay?" He asked with slight concern, Elijah never talked to her other than work, she was used to guys hitting on her but he was one of those who didn't even care. It had bothered her a bit at the start that he didn't even spare a second look at her and made her feel ditsy but she soon realised Elijah might just be one of those loners.

"Uh, yeah. Why, is something wrong?"

"No, ahm , I heard about Donovan and you." He bit his lip as if he was unsure to whether trespass on the topic, "Its fine, Elijah."

"Oh, good. Well if it helps, I always thought you could do better."

Huh, Elijah thought about her? That was new and weird. Though no matter what anyone said, Matt was a heartbreak hard to get over, he was her friend, her childhood companion- it was like her childhood was over in a way. Something so pure and beautiful was gone.

She remembered when once her mother had forgotten to pick her up from school, Matt walked her home, holding her hand in his chubby one, vowing to protect her. She couldn't forget that rainy day, him buying them juice from the store with the money he was saving up for some comic book, attempting to give her a piggy back ride on his back but then settling for dragging her bag halfway home.

Tears came to her eyes but she sucked them back when Elijah said her name, "I am going to be okay." He patted her shoulder and Elena left the room, refusing to look back at Damon and his flavour of the day.

When she left, Elijah watched her go with a ghost of a smile on his lips. Rebekah's voice interrupted his train of thoughts, "What happened to making a move?"

Elijah looked behind to watch his sister with Damon's arm looped around her middle, she was stuck to his side, Elijah was not one to air his personal life in front of everyone, "What are you talking about?"

Rebekah groaned in annoyance before she addressed Damon, "He's been obsessing over 'All things Prim & Proper' for an year now, she's finally single and he is still unable to utter a word."

Damon bit the inside of his cheek when he noticed the tension in Elijah's posture, "Why are you always so negative about Elena? Besides, I am not interested in her. Now excuse me." He nodded at Damon as if saying bye and left.

Rebekah turned to him, "I am going to get that little preppy Bitch to notice my brother, otherwise he's doomed."

Damon instantly disliked her for that suggestion, why so? Because she was interrupting with his plan of conquering Elena. No fucking way.

"Why don't you let them be?" He said with a smirk, "Besides, I plan on keeping you plenty busy."

She chuckled as he held her wrist, taking her towards the file room of the office.

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"Did you see what Damon and Rebekah were doing?" Bonnie asked as she met her in the cafeteria, Elena had finally seemed to recover from running into Damon in the morning and she didn't want to open that book again.

"I don't want to know, don't want to spoil my appetite." She said with a grin, Bonnie slightly nudged her, "But what about all your Damon drama?"

"La- la-la. Can't hear you." Elena said as she sat down, "I'd rather hear about my brother and you, oh wait I don't."

Caroline showed up with her tray and put it down on the table, "Elena, I've been texting you all freaking weekend. Are you mad at me?"

"No. Care, I've just been busy. Tech kick-off is next month and maybe you don't remember but I am on our school's team."

Caroline groaned loud, "Arghh, I swear I hear one more of those from you and I'd kill you."

Bonnie nodded her head, "Haven't you got enough on your plate already?"

"Yes, but I've been prepping for this since the summer and I am ready." She shrugged, "Now that Matt and I aren't together-"

"No! No that is not happening, you're not going to become one of those geeky girls. We haven't had a spa day in weeks! Let's go, please. I want to get my nails done for my date with Tyler."

Bonnie snickered, "What happened to Stefan?" Caroline rolled her eyes chewing her gum, "Let's just say he was a bit too much of a James Dean than I wanted."

Elena shook her head as she opened her almond mini-pack while Caroline continued talking about her plan for her date.

"Oh my God!" Bonnie gasped which made Elena look up from her lunch read and she looked in the direction of what she was talking about. In the far end of the cafeteria, Matt was having lunch with April. She was practically in his lap.

Elena's jaw dropped with shock, then hurt filled her. She had been mourning their entire relationship. Constantly thinking of the years they spent with each other. He had been calling her and here he had the audacity to be with April?

"Elena, are you okay?"

She hissed picking up her lunch read and unable to look at Matt, "I- I have to go. I'll be in the library."

Then she rushed out of there.

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..

Elena felt like a coward hiding in the library, it looked like the whole world was closing in on her and she couldn't breathe. Matt really moved on in less than a second. What happened to him?

She didn't want to cry over him again and yet here she was breathing sharply in to a hard back book, stopping herself from crying. Then she finally opened his text messages from Friday night and the weekend.

Matt: It was one time, please see me. I don't want us to end like this.

Matt: You are right, only you were there building that dumb tree house with me.

Matt: at least pick up your phone.

Matt: I love you, I always have. It felt like you didn't. I slipped. I am sorry.

She swallowed thick and shook her head, bullshit- he was full of it.

She sucked her tears back when she saw Damon in the library, he was browsing with a file in his hand, particularly one of the files she had handed him earlier. Wiping her eyes from unshed tears, she focused back on her book pretending to read.

Predictably in a minute, he saw her and poked her shoulder, Elena looked over her shoulder with a tough face. "What?" she whispered.

Damon leaned down, showing her the file, "We have town history? This town is a match box!"

"Leave me alone."

"Come on, I need these books. You're the one who recommended them." He pulled at her elbow, awfully reminding her of her useless brother for a second who had to finish his last minute physics project.

She yanked her arm back getting up, "Fine, follow me."

She tucked her hair behind her ear as she got up from reading and lead him to the end row of the history section.

"Its all here." She said turning around near a shelf.

"Well, can you look for it with me?" He asked.

"What's the magic word?" She was so pissed at men.

Manipulative, lying, ungrateful, cheating men. They were all the same. He rolled his eyes, "What's got you in a mood?"

"Fine, I'll look for the books, just stop talking." She gritted her teeth as she walked to the shelf and begin pulling out books, and handing it to him. "And this." She said reaching for a book higher on the shelf, "Wait." She said getting on tip-toes. Damon smirked getting behind her and reaching for the book, pushing it back to her hand so she could grab it. His chest was pressing her into the shelf and Elena could feel every hard muscle of his body. She didn't miss the fresh fragrance and especially the feel of being surrounded like this just made her react a different way.

He didn't step back.

She didn't say anything, sort of agreeing to being in this position.

"I got it." Her voice was above a whisper.

He leaned closer, his lips touching her ear, the silky strands of her hair behind it. Elena gasped, now tensed- wanting to push away from him, her elbow backed into his stomach, but never hit it as if there was no intention of hurting him, "What are you doing?" she asked gripping the book with her nails.

"I could ask you that, what were you doing back at the office. You want me, don't you?"

Her face flushed, she was as embarrassed today as she could be and she didn't need this damming confrontation. Before she could get a word out, she felt his lips press against her jaw. Tender, seductive- sensual lips. Her lips parted slightly and she closed her eyes for a second as if relishing in her guilty pleasure.

"Tell me you want me." His voice was low, husky but enough to drag her back into the world where she detested him. Putting all her strength into her elbows, she pushed against him and turned around, "Don't touch me! I am not one of your groupies, I am not Rebekah, none of that! So keep your perverted, good for nothing hands away from me."

He watched her with a shameless and amused expression that riled her up more, she wanted to scratch his face, punch that smug look out of it, pull his hair or even tear his clothes. Then she shook her head at that last thought.

"Well they are good for a lot of things, give them a shot." He said with a laugh.

"Ass!" she cursed and stomped off. Damon cocked his head watching her leave the library after picking her book up from her table. Her hips swayed in a fierce motion and all he could do was sigh. The things he would do to her, she won't be able to walk like that for days after it.

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"Salvatore!" Alaric called at him from his class when Damon was passing it. He saw the dark haired 18 year old boy clench his jaw as if he had been caught. "In here."

Damon huffed as he turned around and stepped into Alaric's empty classroom, "I don't need any golden stars." Damon said sarcastically.

Alaric blew out air as he gestured towards a chair in front of his table, "Only if you used your wit in literature."

Damon sat down and started tapping his feet against the floor anticipating Alaric's next words.

"It's been three days and you haven't been to drama club or the football field. I made myself clear on Monday about you partaking in those activities." Alaric said sternly.

Damon pursed his lips, "Yes but student council work is way too much to balance with all this circus."

"How about you relax with a joint?" Alaric suggested with a raised brow. Damon chuckled humourlessly, "This is really getting old."

"I don't need you to comment, I see you missed drama club today, but football practice is in an hour so why don't you stay back. Introduce yourself to coach Tanner." Alaric said in a calm voice. Damon shook his head slightly, "It's only this year Mr. Saltzman, I'll get out of this school and when I do, you better have a backup plan like moving to another planet."

"I'll deal with it." Alaric grinned almost in an evil manner. Damon got up and left the room already planning ways to get rid of Alaric.

...

Elena was already tired and it was just Wednesday. She was working and then making things difficult for Damon was also a full time job. He had to submit a 1000 word report to Elijah, the catch was that the material was to be used from 7 sources. Each book was at least 400 pages and he was going to get screwed summarising all that information. Damon knew she had suggested that to Elijah, he had given her sharp glares all through Wednesday. However, that didn't stop his perverted advances on her, he'd throw notes at her with very suggestive ideas. He brushed her thigh three times when she accidentally ended up next to him in student council meeting.

The worst part was that she enjoyed it. She liked the way his skin felt against hers, his hands and the way they were invasive yet so soft. Elena did tell Bonnie about the hallway, the library and then the constant touching.

Bonnie told her to use her power as vice president and drown him in work. So far it wasn't working.

"Huh, someone's in clouds." Bonnie commented stretching her hamstrings. Elena was reaching for her toe, also stretching before practice . "I am in hell Bon. Now that I am single all sorts of losers want a piece of me, like I am some snickers bar."

"Well then don't be single." Bonnie said waving her braid by moving her head, "It's not that easy and besides, I am not Matt, I can't just move on like this." She gestured towards the field where the boys were practising, "He doesn't even remember us anymore."

Bonnie tilted her head with a slight pout, "Come on Elena, that's not true."

Elena shrugged, "It isn't? Well the texts have stopped, and he had that slut in his lap everyday at lunch, is this what love is?"

To say she was going through something with the breakup was an understatement, a part of her believed that her body's sudden interest in Damon's hands, lips and really all of his body was a result of some deep mental trauma from the breakup. Matt cheated and her self-esteem took a hard blow so she was inclined towards self-destructing.

"Maybe he's just getting your attention?"

"He's getting my attention by breaking my heart publicly? Bonnie he doesn't care." She shrieked in annoyance, "He cheated and I am the one who is embarrassed. Every one thinks I pushed him away. They justify everything he does just because he's a jock and people hate me."

"No one hates you."

"Matt does. And he convinced everyone too." She felt unlike herself lately, and it was making her insane. She really needed to fix it and she could only think of one way.

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Damon really didn't care about football, not as far as spending time here after school to practice. Though a plus was watching the girls practice for cheer.

His eyes particularly enjoyed Elena practising her routine in her red uniform. Her long tan legs, her curvy hips, her perky tits filled out that uniform perfectly. She made all other girls look stupid.

Then the worst part of football was seeing her jock jerk ex. Who was now glaring at him. As if protecting his turf. Damon felt pity for the loser, football was the only thing this guy had and Damon would take that from him.

Damon had his stupid Jersey and pants on, and then Tanner put him on the field, "Isn't it too late to be taking new players coach?" Matt immediately asked when he saw Damon who was mocking him by just being there.

"I am going to decide that Donovan. Salvatore, on the field, let's see what you got." He blew the whistle and Damon already expected Matt and his ratty friends grouping against him, Damon couldn't blame them, he did sleep with all of their girls. Well, except Elena. She was the trophy here.

Damon had the ball, and he knew the tackle was just more than football, he actually felt Liam trying to trip him to a coma. The whole team was practically line backers high on revenge at this point and he was determined to make them cry, he did fumble for a second but seeing Matt in the defense, he got the ball back. It wasn't hard to touch down then as the line was right there. He made it. Then turned around, panting slightly. "And score."

"Fucker." Matt spit on the ground as Damon took off his helmet and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Hey hate the player, not the game."

Tanner was really impressed, and he had no problem putting him on the team, now only if he could get Matt benched, take away every reason for him to feel like he was worth anything.

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Matt wasn't going to let this one go. Damon Salvatore really fucked it up for him, with his girlfriend, his life at school but his game? No way, he would make his life hell before that happens.

Elena was ice cold towards him, he did everything he could, he texted her, called her, even emailed her. All their common friends were on her side. Then he started hanging out with April. But Elena just didn't care anymore. Now she was everywhere with that dickhead, even at boring student council, he even saw her at the library with him too that day when he thought Elena left the cafe because of him. Turns out she was frolicking with Damon behind shelves.

"This is stupid." Tyler said when Matt broke open Damon's locker. "Ty, you are suppose to be my friend."

"Yeah but stealing his stuff?"

"Well the whole school should see him for the dick he is." Matt said pulling out Damon's clothes, his wallet , his phone. "Go throw this away." He handed it to Tyler.

The shower was still going on and Matt begin getting all the towels so that Damon would have no choice but to be stuck here or leave naked which was not probable. When the door opened, Matt thought Tyler showed up but it was his ex-girlfriend. She was in the men's showers. "Elena?!!" He was surprised.

Elena looked like she didn't care, dressed in her cheerleader uniform but she didn't look cheery at all. She looked enraged. Her eyeliner was slightly smudged as if she had rubbed it in frustration.

The few boys from the team were amused a girl was in their showers but her strict tone made them question their existence in the room.

"What is wrong with you Matt?" she said loudly, "It's been what? Not even a week and you are parading that girlfriend of yours in my face."

"She's not my girlfriend." Matt said taken aback by her sudden and unexpected attack. "Then what is she? She's far more closer to you than I was." Elena's eyes had a film of tears but she didn't let herself breakdown, "Don't you see it hurts me? I am doing things I never thought I would to get out of this- this pit you shoved me into."

"I love you, Elena." He said with the best sincere voice he could form.

"No, you don't! You don't love me. You love the idea of what I can be. Not what I am. You don't love that I am working towards something important to me. You ridicule it every chance you get." She spat, "That's what you think of me, that I work to please others. That I am desperate for a better life. But what- what is wrong with that?"

He bit the inside of his cheek, "A better life? A life away from me is what you mean. You're a climber, Elena. That's always going to be a problem."

"Don't call me a fucking climber." She gritted her teeth, "Its the truth, isn't it?" He chuckled, "You're getting faker with every day, you just want better- exchange in your boyfriend, friends, town. It's never going to bring you any peace or any love. You choose yourself all the time and the day you stop, maybe you'll realize what you're losing here."

"What am I losing? A guy who is screwing girls left and right?" she scoffed. Liam walked by checking her out but when she glared like would kill him, he quickly got out of there.

"Forget it. Why do I even try with this? Why does it bother you that I am with April. You were never going to fuck me, you've probably saved that for an opportunity too." He said bitterly.

She bit her lip as he walked out of there, Elena stood there as two other boys followed Matt outside and she was left alone.

She sniffled, keeping it together as she sat down on a bench, not minding the steam, fake. He called her fake. A climber, selfish- unlovable, an opportunistic prostitute. That's what he thought she was. Her best friend, her first kiss. Her first heartbreak thought so less of her.

That's what everyone thought of her probably if one of the best people she knew perceived her this way.

"Umm this is awkward."

She recognised the voice and snapped her head behind to see Damon. Oh really see Damon.

He was naked. Completely. The steam in the room made him look like some alien out of a spaceship. He looked like he just got out of the shower and was standing near his locker. His muscles were swelled up from playing, his abs tight and covered in droplets, she even saw the slight trail of hair that lead to his cock, it was hung and huge. Elena got up the bench with a shriek, "Oh my god! Get out! GO!"

"Excuse me, you're the one in the men's room." He said in a dramatic tone.

Elena covered her eyes and headed for the door, running into a wall at one point but she eventually got it, Damon called after her, "Wait. Stop."

And to Damon's surprise she did, "What?"

"My locker's been looted, classic case of hazing. Can you help?" He asked. His voice surprisingly nice a way, like he had no other choice.

Elena clutched the handle of the door, "Don't you have a phone?"

"Not anymore. Everything is missing, hey now I am on board with that anti-bullying campaign Elijah was yapping about."

Elena smiled slightly at his stupid joke.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" she asked without turning back.

"Uh, do you know Klaus from senior year?" he clicked his tongue as she said, "That hot British dude."

"Dude, really?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Should I get him?"

"No, just ask him for my bag. He's in SAT practice so I left it there. I have an extra pair of clothes."

"You bring an extra pair of clothes?" Elena asked with narrowed eyes.

He smirked, "You know, things get messy in the janitor's closet sometimes."

"Ugh!"

Elena made a disgusted face and headed out, like Damon asked, she found Klaus in SAT practice, it got her thinking, why wasn't Damon preparing for SAT'S.

She got his clothes and came back, sneaking past Coach Tanner like last time, she got in, Damon was standing by his locker, not bothered that he was naked.

Elena put her hand over her eyes as she tossed the pants to him, "Matt is so immature for this." She mumbled.

"If this is all he's got, then it's nothing. Actually, he's nothing- I can't believe you take shit from him."

"You heard?"

"Only because you were yelling." He huffed, "Take everything he says with a fucking salt mine, he's nothing more than a jock, which by the way is a title he'd retire from too."

She could hear Damon zipping up his pants, "All clear." Elena opened her eyes and tossed the shirt to him, only the button got twisted around her watch, "What the-"

She struggled with the damn shirt, carefully because she didn't want to tear his expensive shirt and then pay some way worse.

"Wait let me." He rolled his eyes and stepped forward, she let him hold her hand, he tugged it with his finger, then pulled her hand up to his mouth pulling the button free with his teeth. Elena's eyes slightly widened at the scene. She swallowed thick when she imagined his lips other places on her body. Unexplainable pictures filled her mind.

"Done." He murmured. Then he looked up at her, her dark eyes were filled with lust to the brim, her lips were slightly parted. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing a bit deeper than usual. Did she even know she wanted him?

"Is that how it's going to be, you screwing me in your head?" He asked with a raised brow, she was alarmed after he said that but for some reason stuck on the spot, " That's not true."

"Oh come on, don't lie. You were thinking about it."

"In your dreams." She exclaimed defensively.

"I can read you-" He chuckled. "You're turned on."

"How about you read those source books?" she glared and pulled her hand back, turning around to go but he held her wrist , making her face him, "I am halfway done and it calls for a treat."

"Damon." She warned trying to push him.

"Really? Let me tell you what you want, you want me to push you against these lockers, strip you off that uniform, kiss every inch of your golden skin." He said doing just that, pushing her into the locker, Elena swallowed thick, looking up at his ocean blue eyes, "I bet you want my mouth down there right?, is that why you keep rubbing your thighs together?"

It was like he was brain washing her, the obscene things he was saying actually sounded like things she wanted .

"I've been thinking about it too, especially when you wore your plaid skirt."

"Damon. Someone's going to walk in and see us." She cursed trying to getaway from him.

He smirked, at least she wasn't denying it anymore. "You are impossible-" she hadn't even started ranting when his lips crashed against hers. Shutting her up, as soon as his lips met hers, she felt all her inhibitions leaving.

Maybe that's why it felt so great, all her control shattered here and though it was scary, it felt amazing.

She moaned against his mouth, when he lowered to kiss her deep. She grabbed onto his hair when he roughly pushed her up against the lockers. His tongue wasn't slow like the other day, it fought against hers. Their lips didn't part for more than a millisecond. She found herself biting and tugging at his lips desperately. He pulled back slightly, kissing a trail down her slender neck to the top of her chest, his hands sneaked inside her cropped shirt and Elena shuddered, throwing her head against the locker when he squeezed her breasts.

He got down on his knees, sliding up her skirt as he kissed the exposed skin of her legs under her skirt then the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, Elena was aching for more, for anything, she looked down watching Damon as he peppered slow torturous kisses every where but where she wanted it, Elena knew what he wanted but she would never say it.

He lowered her white panties, they were drenched in her sweet scent, he licked his lips getting closer. He was so sure that the jock didn't make it down here, because the girl was shaking like a leaf. Her soft and pink flesh was all his, he was going to make sure she never forgot that.

"You know you gave me hell this week, baby. Its just payback." His mouth wrapped around her clit, Elena bit down on her lip stopping her moans as his fingers and mouth worked her up.

Damon kissed her pale rose coloured flesh , licked and teased her until she was painfully wounded. His two fingers were mercilessly pulling in and out of her tight opening.

"Ah- Oh god." She cried loudly as she welcomed her release. Her hands clutched at his hair, he was licking up her release like a starved man while she was trying to come back from her high, "You can do your worst, but you'll have to live with the fact that I made you come, you'll never forget how my fingers fucked you. And you'll probably try to do it yourself but it just won't be the same." It was almost a threat that he whispered to her getting up, Elena gulped when he brought up the fingers coated in her release and sucked them into his mouth. It was dirty, wrong- she thought, yet she could feel her body heating up at the sight.

"By the way, I kind of don't mind walking out of here naked, but you know how I never miss an opportunity. Tell that to Donovan." He winked.

Her jaw clenched with tension, "Fuck you."

"All in right time, baby."

Taking his shirt from the ground and heading towards the door, he left her there questioning her sanity.

She pulled it her panties up and fixed her skirt, was her brain mush, how could she let him do that to her?

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Damon walked into his house, feeling the best in days. It was hardly even, due to her, he was working on things he hated, but Elena didn't know that the more she pushed him into crap, he would take revenge every time. Academically, personally, sexually, all gloves were off besides she was not as much of a proper princess she seemed to be.

"What's got you so chipper?" his brother asked from the bar, his usual spot.

"I found my life's purpose." He said in an exaggerated tone.

His brother nodded, "Oh, spreading misery and chaos."

Damon grinned sitting down, "See, you get it. How's the withdrawal program going? Did you already spend the money on coke?"

"No- no I didn't spend any money." Stefan seemed bothered, "I am fine, the drinks are helping with it."

"Oh my god, is this one of those cleanses?" Damon mocked.

"You suck." He scowled, "Well I am saving up for something."

"For?" Damon trailed off. Stefan looked around the room briefly before admitting, "it's- my car. I kind of crashed it."

"what?" Damon looked at his face for any signs of injury, then his body, "You fucked up the car and you're not even dead? Giuseppe's going to kill you."

"He won't find out, I am getting it fixed." Stefan hissed.

"That man loves that crappy vintage car more than he loves his sons."

"Relax, He won't know."

And right on cue, his father entered the living room area, "I won't know what?"

Damon raised his brows at Stefan, "Damon is on school Council now." Stefan changed the topic.

His father turned to him, slightly surprised, then he spotted the bundle of books in one of his arms, "Where did you get that?"

"Library." Damon said glaring Stefan for a second.

"Are you bedding old women now?" his father asked with a disgusted expression, Damon rolled his eyes, "Dad, even you aren't bedding old women yet. No I am on this council. And yes, I am working."

His father seemed astonished for a second then he pursed his lips, "You can use the office library, it has much more credible pieces."

Damon looked back at Stefan with a chuckle, "Huh I already raised some expectations. "

"By your tone, I take this is all some stupid bet of yours and not your honest pursuit of education." His father guessed.

"Dads know it best. I intend on destroying several lives in my pursuit of higher education. Ciao." He called heading for the stairs.

"Especially the life of my new plaything." He murmured to himself. Oh yes, he was going to study, work in all those dumb school clubs to dethrone Elena in every one of them. He would crush her ego, take away her purpose till the only thing she remembers is him.

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A/N : Quick chapter. So tomorrow I have to go to the doctors for my pre-op analysis and I thought why not post a chapter today.

The whole thing is completely drained me, and not in a sexy Damon Salvatore killing me kind of way. Today was just awful. But I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Do review generously I want to hear what you think. And thank you for the love and well wishes. Its so sweet.

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