Last minute rescue…Elena is amazing, actually her friend bonnie is amazing. Bonnie came before me and Damon could leave. So lucky me I got a free ride home sans an asshole. And since we are talking about assholes I need a new guy to replace James. I went for the sweet guys; the ones that wore polo's, had relationships with their mamas, and knew how to treat a girl. They were the safe ones, the ones that wouldn't think twice about breaking my heart before I broke theirs. Raquel was right. I'd partaken in so many of these breakups that they'd practically become routine. I entered into them with a clear understanding of what I was going to say and how I was going to console the guy I was breaking up with. The key was inducing the perfect amount of strength and compassion to escape the moment without appearing like a heartless bitch, except last night I didn't feel like smoothing the reality. James was plain boring and the sheer stupidity he exudes every time he speaks got old pretty easily, now on to the next one.

The weekend was boring as always, but bearable. Monday came and I was so not in the mood for school. I skipped breakfast and hoped on my bike, yeah I had a motorbike. A Harley, it was my pride and joy along with my black Cadillac. My father went nuts when he first saw me on the Harley, it was a gift and at first he made me return it. But since I am Scarlett this thing was unacceptable. He got used to it after a while although he still thinks this is a death machine.

My first period is maths and I decided to skip it, I already had the worst headache in the history of headaches I don't want to make it worse. The problem with mystic falls is that here everybody knows everybody and going to the grill during school time would be a total disaster. That's why I prefer Mike's. Mike's is a bar outside of mystic falls, which I happen to know its owner. He went to mystic falls high a few years ago, but he felt like college wasn't for him and instead he opened a bar. The bar was perfect no housewives, no people looking for a happy-hour drink and since it was morning there will be just me and the last night drunkies.

I love riding; the wind in my hair the speed, everything about it was exhilarating. Except today ever since I turned on the engine I've been feeling a knot in my stomach… like something bad is going to happen. I am trying to ignore it, but it gets stronger the closer I get to the edge of the town.

And I feel it. There is somebody behind me. I turn my head... nobody. What the heck is happening to me? I have been good, no suicidal thoughts for a long time... I have been eating … sometimes almost feeling happy, but today is like all the progress that I have made is just nothing. This is a huge step back for me. Feeling paranoid? This is looking for trouble.

When I arrive at the bar, mike is already behind the counter, cleaning glasses. "Morning, Mike!"

"Good morning, stranger. Long time, no see... where have you been kiddo? I have missed you." Mike is a sweet guy. He is amazing, actually the best. He is very affectionate with me. He might seem like a tough guy: long blonde hair, muscle, tattoos, he is a marshmallow on the inside once you know him and just if he really likes you. Although we know each other for a long time me and Mike are only friends, and I say that very seriously. Nether I or Mike take our friendship lightly; he is like my big brother, my protector. The thing is that I and mike went through a lot this past 5 years and no matter what he has been there for me and I was there for him.

"I missed you too, M. How have you been?" I come closer to him, I am genuinely concerned about him, and he seems exhausted.

"I'm fine" that is the worst answer I gave ever heard. I shot him a serious what-the-hell-happened look not stopping until he tells me. "Well, the bar is going pretty good, but is not the same without him here" if you could see my face right now you would realize the he just said was totally off limits. My faced turned white, my stomach turned into knots, my head was even worst… this is one of the bad days. There was silence for a couple of minutes, but that was only the calm before the storm. Until I couldn't stand the silence and his sad, pathetic face that didn't make me feel any compassionate anymore.

"Do you think that it is easy for me? Do you think that I am ok and I don't wake up every day wishing that he was next to me, with us? But it was his choice… I refuse to be hung up on him all m life… you should do the same. You should go, see things, you are wasting your life in this shithole of town, working in a bar that you didn't even like at the beginning!" I know that it was hurting him, but I needed to make the message clear "MOVE ON, You idiot!"

"I will pretend I didn't have anything you just said" he replays calmly, and turns to cleaning the glasses.

I take a seat on the bar stool and put my head in my hands, this is getting worse and worse. "Bourbon, please" I know I am underage and it is still morning but I really need a strong drink.

"You are a hypocrite Scarlet" he says while pouring me a drink "you see, you are still coming to drink at this bar, drinking bourbon specifically, which was his favorite drink. Even though you hated bourbon now is the only thing you ever drink. You are drinking like a fucking alcoholic, if you aren't one already, and you dare judge me?" one of the reasons I love Mike so much is even when he is lecturing me he is kind and gentle, he isn't like my father. Mike doesn't scream he is calm and his voice is reassuring, he puts his hand on mi chin raising my face so I would look at him in the eyes. "Kiddo, I love you but you must take your own advice and move on. Go on dates again; find a boy who loves you."

And this is when I start to cry. I am an ugly crier, my face turns red and puffy and I speak, which is usually incoherent, while I cry. "But he loved me too."

Mike comes behind me and hugs me-a full bear hug. He lets me cry, drink and smoke in his bar until noon when he kicks me out and tells me to go to school, I don't complain like I would normally would do I just ask him to give me a ride since I am slightly tipsy and I don't want to accidentally kill myself.

When I get at school I go straight to the cafeteria. I get some pasta –or whatever the hell that is- and an apple. I sit at THE table- yah you herd right- the table, I am popular. Is kind of funny- I am popular but I hate everything about it. Cheerleading is fine- but pretending isn't and the football jocks are just too annoying sometimes. I sit next to Raquel, my best friend, and the other girls in the squad, the boys are either sitting next to their girlfriend either on the other side of the table. Everybody is talking about yesterday's party, which was kind of lame if you ask me, but apparently James- the asshole I just broke up with- is fucking Jessica. Breaking up with him was refreshing.

The day goes by uneventful. I get home. Dad didn't cook tonight either; I think that he would like to starve to death. I suck at cooking, so I go to bad without eating anything. I undress and get in bed. I cry for a bit, and then I fall asleep.

D pov

Boring-life in Mystic falls is boring. Nothing to do, nowhere to drink, meet people socialize. I am very sociable after all. I wake up in the middle of the day, I drink, I fuck, I feed on the same girl from last night, I compel her to leave and take care of her wound… and now there is nothing to do at 11 pm in this town. I think of the girl from the party and suddenly I have something to do.

In 15 minutes I already know where she lives. I climb the tree near the window that I hope it leads to her room. I am a night creature, a little bit like a cat, sitting in the tree is not as uncomfortable as you might think- it's a vampire thing. The light is on in the room- and there she is. In front of the mirror… god… she is undressing, her body is small. She is tiny, I look at her and I feel a sense of familiarity. Scarlett is not a common person, she is not average and something about her still feels like I could predict somehow. Her attitude, her entire personality is appealing. She is different. She crawls into bed, draws the covers over her head… and fucking cries. I wasn't expecting that not at all. I stare at the window and jump on the roof. I lay there and gaze at the stars. I can't understand what is happening to me I feel like I'm in a different dimension of some sorts. Why do I have to be so hung up on some little girl? Why do I find myself warring about her – she is a fucking stranger for god sake... I wish everything was simple as they used to be… but if I think for a moment nothing has been simple in my life. I feel weird and worthless staying there on the roof top and I can tell that my anger is rising rapidly as I clench my jaw and fists.

I jump in the garden and go straight to my car. It was time I fed again. The most annoying thing is that I have to go a few miles out of town to feed there if I really want to survavrie Elena wouldn't be pleased to find out that I am feeding on the locals.

A few miles out of Mystic Falls there is a bar called Mike/s, it seems decent from outside, but not very crowded which could be a problem. The inside is dimly lit; it has booths in the corners and a few tables in the middle. The décor is quite modern but elegant in shades of black, dark red and grey. The most spectacular thing is the bar which is a shiny white and there are a few blood red roses drown on the sides. The bottom of the bar, near the rose painting there is a signature… Scar. I chuckle; the artist must be some depressed hipster with relationship issues. I sit on a bar stool and I order my drink- bourbon- if you haven't guessed yet. I scan the bar area …the bar is full with college student having fun, a few drukies and in the end lonely 'ladies' looking for a night companion. I was going to enjoy myself tonight…damn the consequences.

AN: hi, as ou alredy know I am really awful at updating. Leve me a review and or a PM and i will be happy to answer any qwestions.

bisous (kisses in french because why not?)

Iulia