Chapter 15 (Day 18-Day 20)
"You can't kiss me again," Elena states.
After Damon parks his car on the driveway, without waiting for him, Elena rushes upstairs to her room. Damon follows suit as she has predicted. He jumps on the bed, propping his back against her headboard while she's awkwardly standing next to her dresser.
He frowns, recalling that Elena enjoyed their little first kiss as much as he did. "Why not?"
"You just can't. It's not right." She huffs then goes to her closet, yanking her thin stripes sweater abruptly. She's left with a camisole and her jeans as she drops her butt next to Damon, looking at him intently. "I don't want people to think that we're together."
"Well, they already are. I've been pretending as your boyfriend, remember?" The way he says the word 'pretending' makes Elena want to wipe the word from dictionary.
"Yes, but not all of them know, but with the way you kissed me earlier, now whole school would find out. I don't like it."
His gaze turns cold and hard, intimidating. His jaw tightens, frightening the girl beside him. He gets up, wanting to go to his car because right now, his soul mate is being ridiculous.
"I'm not done talking to you, Damon." Elena gets up as well, rushing to his side then grabbing his arm, not willing for him to go yet.
She flinches when he slaps her hand away harshly. "I'm not in the mood to talk to you." He says so low that Elena feels like running away from him.
"I'm sorry, okay? I just don't want you to kiss me again."
He turns around, facing her. "You know what I don't get? You were enjoying it as much as I did. I didn't hear you complain when I kissed you. You even let my tong—"
"Don't be so crass," Elena chides.
"What the hell do you want from me?" Damon flares his hands in the air exasperatedly, getting confused and annoyed by Elena's hot and cold attitude.
"I just… I don't want you to kiss me in public again. I've been trying so hard to—I just don't want you to kiss me again. I can't think straight when you're around me let alone when you kiss me!" Elena exclaims, though she knows she sound like a broken record.
"You've been trying so hard to… what?" Damon asks, a flutter of hope blooms inside of his dead, cold heart.
"Ugh, you and your one track mind," Elena cries, "Could you please focus on this general topic? I do not want you to kiss me again."
"Why not? And this time tell me the truth." He commands, taking one step closer so that they are now nose-to-nose.
Elena's gaze involuntarily moves down to his pink, curved, kissable lips. The way Damon licks his lips that is suddenly too dry makes her unable to tear her eyes from it. In return, his eyes moved to her plump lips, wanting her to be the one who makes the move. "I can't think straight when you do… that." Elena whispers, the sentence barely comes out of her mouth but she knows Damon hear her. She opens her mouth slightly, wanting so bad to taste the perfect lips that touched hers before. Damon's scent filling her nostrils, and if anything, it only makes her want him more.
Damon leans in, still keeping an inch or two from his Achilles heels that is Elena's lips, "Why can't you?" he murmurs.
Tentatively, Elena leans forward, touching her upper lips to Damon's lower one. They are barely touching but she feels as if she's on fire. Damon does that to her lately and she likes it. "Because you fill my head… I can only think about you," she claims breathlessly.
Damon takes what she gives. He captures her lower lip in his, nibble on it for a second then switch to kiss her upper lip, trapping it in his kiss. Sucking her bottom lip hard enough, making her moan. He switches lips again, softly groaning at the feel of her wet lips. As he feels Elena's legs become feeble under his touch, he puts his left hand on her neck, controlling their kiss, and his right hand on her lower back. Elena winds up her arms around his neck, playing with the soft hair on his nape, earning a low growl from him. Elena sweeps her tongue on the corner of his lips, asking for entrance that he happily allows. As their tongues fight for dominance, Damon's forcefully grab both of her legs to wrap them around his waist. She does what he wants, feeling bold by the second. Damon takes what is belong to him, her butt cheeks, and presses them together to his hardened lower body part to let her know his excitement. She gasps softly, exposing her neck as Damon trails his lips and tongue down her jugular and the top of her cleavage. Elena herself, tugs his dark hair more vehemently, never wants him to stop the pleasure he's giving her, but she knows they have to stop before…
"Stop, stop, wait… Damon," her breathy moan makes Damon pause his kisses down her cleavage.
"What?" Damon tries to control his breath, letting her legs unwind from his waist, but keeping her in his arms not willing to let her go yet.
Elena pants softly, smiling at him. "Can we take this slow, please?"
He grins, showing her his pearly whites, "Elena, what is 'this'?"
She blushes under his stare. She knows she no longer can fight her attraction to him. His personalities, good and bad, are mostly what make her fascinated by him. Not to mention his God-like physique. And now that she knows what it's like to be kissed by him, she knows she's a goner. "Would you stop with the teasing for one second? I just think that… I like you, okay? I care about you, so much. But it's been a while since I've opened my heart for someone, you know that. I just—can we go slow, please?"
He kisses her forehead tenderly. "Anything you want, beautiful."
For the first time in three years, when she thought her life has no meaning after her parents died, she feels giddy.
Hopeful.
Happy.
She smiles up to him lightly, showing him that he's the one that makes her like this. "I'm happy." Her tears start to gather around her eyes and when they fall, Damon wipes it away with such tender care, as if she's the most precious thing in the world.
"I'm glad," he beams, "You make me happy too."
He takes her in his arms as Elena finds her spot on Damon's shoulder, nuzzling it, "But just to be clear, if a guy asks me on a date, I'd say no?"
He snarls playfully, tightening his hold on her, "You'll say 'go to hell' instead."
The next day rolls around. Her AP Chemistry and French finals are over. All that's left is PE and AP English, which she will slay tomorrow, AP History and AP Biology that she's pretty sure she can handle. On Thursday she's only have AP Social Studies and AP Algebra, and on the last day, she's only having one final which is only Arts.
She is currently waiting for Damon to pick her up. She has already told him that she would finish in the library at five, and now is ten minutes to five; she decides to wait for him in the parking lot, on one of the benches below the big tree.
"Hey, Elena."
A blonde, football player from her AP History and French class comes up to her, smiling so big that she thinks it could hurt his cheeks. "Hey, Matt."
"You waiting for someone?" he takes a seat beside her, putting down his backpack and football on the ground.
"Yeah, I didn't bring my car today."
"Well, are they late? I can take you home if you want."
"No, actually I'm early, I'll just wait here." She says dismissively but it seems like he can't take a hint.
"I actually want to ask you something." He rubs his hands together nervously.
Elena raises an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"Will you go to the prom with me?" Matt asks with a hint of shyness in his bright blue eyes.
"Matt, I—"
"There you are, sweet cheeks." Damon walks confidently toward the couple on the bench. As soon as he gets there, Elena gets up and pecks him sweetly on the cheek.
"Hi," she flushes. Apparently, after she and Damon straighten things out regarding where they stand, he gets her blush and nervous whenever he's around.
"You done studying?" he inquires, ignoring the awkward blonde guy sitting next to them.
"Yeah," she confirms. She turns her attention to Matt. "I'm sorry but I can't, Matt."
Damon glares intimidatingly to the high school guy who already stands up. Matt mumbles 'it's okay' then rushes toward his truck in the parking lot.
As soon as he's out of sight, Elena turns to Damon, "Did you do it on purpose? Walking here as soon as his question's out?"
He scoffs, "Of course."
She laughs cheerily, "Well, you made it awkward for him."
"I don't care, he should know what's mine is mine alone."
She blushes again. Ignoring the possessive undertone in Damon's word because she likes being his, "Am I yours?"
"'Course you are, baby," he steals a kiss from her lips, resulting in Elena sighs softly. She seems to be breathless whenever he does that.
They walk hand in hand toward Damon's parked Camaro. As soon as they are inside and Damon turns on the engine, Elena states, "I don't have a date to prom."
He lifts an eyebrow, looking incredulously at his soul mate, "What, you think I'm an ornament plant?"
She blinks, "You want to go to the prom with me?"
"Babe, of course I want to. Besides, a whole night dancing with you is better than whole night only with my bourbon," he smirks; his attentions back to the road.
"Thanks," she snorts. "You compare me to bourbon again and I'll kick you hard on the balls."
And all he can do is laugh.
By Wednesday, practically the whole schools know that Elena has rejected Matt for her older boyfriend. A lot of girls are jealous; she hears some of the girls say something about it.
"Did you know that Gilbert has an Adonis as a boyfriend?"
"That girl is so lucky."
"I'd trade my family for someone like him."
"Can Elena and I switch lives, please?"
But not all of them are jealous. Some of them, mostly Matt's groupies, blame Elena for causing Matt's heartbreak.
"Who does she think she is? The queen of England?"
"That bitch needs to pay!"
"Oh, my poor Matthew."
Elena tries to ignore them all, and thankfully she gets a loyal person as her best friend.
"How long do you think you can avoid my question?" Rebekah asks.
After their first final of the day, they decide to sit on the bleachers after they've bought something from the cafeteria's vending machine. Elena sips her coke as her best friend eats her nachos.
Elena sighs, turning her attention to her best friend. "It just happened, okay? We kissed and now we're… together. Really together."
"Was it good?" her eyebrows dancing up and down.
"I am not talking about this with you," Elena snickers.
"That means it was," the blonde girl smiles happily.
They fall into silence as they watch the football and cheerleader teams practice for tomorrow's last game before the end of the semester.
"Did Matt really ask you to prom?"
"Yep, right on time as Damon came around to pick me up."
"Wow, talk about awkward," Rebekah rolls her eyes.
"I know. And now almost all of them students hate me because of it."
"Relax; you do what you want to do."
"What would I do without you in college?" Elena sighs, turning to face her best friend of three years.
Rebekah has accepted to go to Duke since her mother cannot go alone raising her twins little brother alone. Since her father has remarried to another woman and now lives in Chicago, she can't do much about her mother's request. Duke is only two hours away and she can go home every week to help her mother with the twins and running the bakery.
"If only you chose Duke," Rebekah puts her head on Elena's shoulder. "I'm gonna miss you."
"Well, you know me. I want to explore what's outside." Elena muses.
"Gilbert!"
They turn around to find Caroline and Nadia, with guilt splashes on her face, walking toward them. Elena straightens up her sitting position, while Rebekah rolls her eyes.
"You humiliated me in front of Damon. You dared to defy me. You don't even look pretty, and you rejected Matt," Caroline standing dangerously close to a crouched down Elena.
But Elena, though, feels like she has enough of the bully, stands up and slaps Caroline on the cheek. It's not enough to make her hand print but it must hurt as hell.
"You do not talk to me that way," Elena threatened, pointing her for finger to the bully's chest. Caroline gaps like a fish while Nadia stares at her in amusement and fails to keep her mouth shut.
"Oh my god, Elena, that was so good," she goes to high five the doe-eyed girl which earns her a slap on the hand and weak smile.
Elena grabs Rebekah's arm and drags her away from the bleachers.
"What was that?" Rebekah asks, with a hint of delight in her eyes.
"I think it's time that we stand up to a bully. I know I was wrong by slapping her but she just knows how to push my mean buttons," Elena half sighs half smiles at her best friend.
"You go, girl!"
Did I do it right? The make-out sesh between our power couple? ;)
They are official. It'll take Elena some time to really realize that she loves Damon, and to say I love you out loud. The question is, will she have time to say it? Will Damon disappear before she got the chance to say it? Some of you have pretty good guess about Jenna and Alaric's involvement. There's a guess reviewer who wants Elena to be a vampire, but I don't think that she will. Oh, well, let's just see then!
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