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Chapter 3

Damon dreaded Monday. He wanted to see her again, but was scared she would ridicule him in front of the whole school or tell him she hated him. What if Tyler had said something to her? He avoided his friends, Mike especially. He knew he'd be pressured for more details, and he regretted saying as much as he had already. His plan was to ignore her completely, make her think he didn't care. Nothing could be further from the truth.

As it turns out, he needn't have worried about-facing her Monday; she didn't go. They were both on the track team after school. Would she go at all? By the end of the day, he was praying she would not. Tyler had told all of their friends. Everyone knew. God, he hated himself for telling. Why the hell did he have to tell? Knowing his friends, they'd probably go up to her and ask her if it was true the first chance they got. She'd hate him then, definitely hate him if she didn't already.
First period Spanish on Tuesday this person Rick came in and said to him, "Hey Damon-I just saw your senior girlfriend. So you guys going out or what?" Shit, she's here! He thought. "No," he said, exasperated.
"Why not?"
" Shut up..."
That's what it was like the rest of the day: people saying shit like that to him, people looking at him, talking about him. He felt like a celebrity in a sick way, most people were jealous, he knew.
He saw her briefly at lunchtime, from a distance, going into the parking lot with Caroline and Bonnie. Tyler asked him about Saturday night, if he had gotten any more and he had to admit he had not. He hadn't told anybody what happened though. She probably already knows I've told, he thought. He wished he could just fast-forward his life six months, a year. It'll be over by then he knew people will have forgotten this by then. After school he was unbelievably nervous. He felt like he was going to throw up. She went to practice. She ignored him completely, not even a glance in his direction. She hates me, he thought, she fucking hates me.
He was sitting with a couple of his friends, Jack and Mason, on the grass at one point. Elena had to go talk to the coach about something. She had no choice but to walk by him. She's coming this way, he thought in a panic. Suddenly his hands had a mind of their own, pulling grass out by the handfuls. His heart raced. Of course his friends had pointed her out to him when she showed up. They had said, "God, Damon, aren't you going to go talk to her?" Now he prayed they would keep their mouths shut.
Jack saw her coming their way first and started poking Damon and laughing. She stared straight ahead and ignored them.
"Aren't you going to talk to Damon?" asked Mason loudly. She ignored him, she was already talking to the coach, but he knew she must have heard. "Shut up!" he told him. "Leave her alone." He glanced at her. She was still talking the coach. The coach nodded, and then walked past the boys sitting on the grass.
Elena had to walk by them again. Damon wanted to run away as she started to, but he wasn't about to leave them alone with her.
" Gonne ignore us are you?" asked Mason acidly. She finally looked at Mason, her eyes wide. "So, I hear you suck dick."
Her eyes widened even more and she stopped walking. She swallowed, looking at Damon. She blinked a few times. He just stared at her, stunned.
She bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears. Damon wanted to die. "Shut up," he mumbled to him. Rick was cracking up. "Hey, can I come over? You got a dope body," he said, looking her up and down. She ignored him; she kept staring at Damon, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Shut up!" was all Damon could manage. He looked down at his hands, God, why can't she stop staring at me like that. He looked up again, meeting her steady gaze. Her eyes suddenly turned hostile, no longer sad. Her chest heaved up and down. Damon was petrified she was going to scream, "I HATE YOU!" at the top of her lungs. Instead, she spun on her heels and walked away.
His friends were busy laughing.
"Fuck you!" he said to them angrily.
"Hey, we were only kidding man," said Rick. "Fuck you!" Damon yelled. He got his bag from the bench and left, wanting to kill himself as he peddled furiously home. He thought how easy it would be to swerve into traffic. He almost did it too; he'd never hated himself so much.

For the next week, they completely avoided each other. Damon still thought about her constantly of course. His parents, knowing he was upset, pretty much left him alone. Mike wasn't talking to him though. He ignored Damon in class. Shit, what did I do? He thought. The following Monday, he said hi to her. It was a huge deal to Damon. Any "sighting" or actual confrontation with her was played out over and over in his mind. She was walking out of the girl's room during 4th period; Damon was going into the boy's room right next to it. She seemed startled when she saw him and just stared at him. He somehow found his voice and out came a "Hi". She looked down and mumbled hi back as she walked away.
The next day after track, it happened.
Damon was unlocking his bike behind the school next to the field. It was pretty much deserted. He saw them walking toward him out of the corner of his eye. He only recognized Stefan out of the three of them. Stefan went to a different school; there was no normal reason he would be here at 6 PM when everybody was gone. He turned around to face him-them. They all just looked at him.
"Come here," said Stefan. "I think you and I have to talk." He grabbed Damon's shoulder roughly. Damon pushed him away out of instinct. Stefan pushed him back, hard. Damon was scared to death; Stefan was at least 6 ft. tall, 18, and had two friends with him. Damon looked around, desperately searching for someone or any way out. They dragged him behind the track where there was a dirt-jogging trail. It was dark there practically. "What? What do you want?" he demanded, scared. "Little fucking punk!" spat Stefan as he pushed him, nearly knocking him over from the force. "I hear you took advantage of my girlfriend the other day." "No, I didn't."
" Don't fucking lie to me asshole!" he said, pushing him again.
Damon panicked, looking around. He suddenly turned and sprinted away as fast as he could. He didn't get far before he was knocked to the ground. He felt a blow to the back of his neck and he felt dizzy.
He tried to get up but was pinned to the ground. He wrestled with Stefan, who was on top of him, manoeuvring around onto his back. Stefan knelt over him, kneeing him in the groin. Damon's lower body exploded in pain and he groaned. Stefan hit him, hitting him in the mouth, then the nose.
"Fucking bastard! What the hell is the matter with you? Think I wouldn't find out?" He hit him again, harder. Damon yelped, and Stefan hit him again in the face. "Mother fucker! Elena does not love you-she would never even like you faggot! She loves me so forget it! She's my girlfriend! Goddamn faggot punk!" he spat. He hit him repeatedly, yelling at him and insulting him. Damon saw the hatred, pure evil hatred in Stefan's eyes as he knelt over him, saw it between blows. He stopped trying to kick him and get up and just took it, taking the blows one after another. His head ached, pinned to the dirt ground covered with leaves and sticks, as the tears rolled down his face. He wished the tears would stop, he wasn't crying really. Stefan was crazy. He kept hitting him, harder it seemed with each blow. Damon squeezed his eyes shut, trying to black out. He had no clue how long he laid there as Stefan continued to beat him.
One of the other people kicked him in the ribs, seething, and "What kind of asshole takes advantage of a girl when she's drunk? You're fucking scum!" He kicked him again.
Stefan was still hitting him, shouting that she hated Damon. "She hates you little goddamn rapist pig! You're trash you're dead!" He hit him again in the face one final time, and then crawled off him, staggering up. Stefan put his forearm over his eyes and sobbed. Damon just lay there bleeding, with his eyes closed, praying they did not have a gun. One of the people dragged him to his feet, and he nearly fell down again. One held his shoulder to steady him, and Damon felt gratitude prematurely as the other person punched him in the stomach. Damon doubled over but stayed on his feet thanks to the person who held him up by his shoulder.
Stefan, still crying, looked over at them from where he stood, leaning against the fence. The person punched him in the ribs a few more times. One of the people had Damon's arm twisted behind his back.
"I'll break his fucking arm Stefan," he said as Damon let out a wail of pain. Stefan just shook his head, his eyes meeting Damon's. Stefan was the quarterback, the varsity one for his school, and Damon was the JV one for his. Was that why?
He listened to him, and released his hold on him. Damon felt much gratitude toward Stefan, even under the circumstances. He couldn't believe Stefan was still crying, that he'd cried at all.
Stefan just started walking away, not even waiting for his friends. One of the people pushed Damon down again and kicked him in the groin, then the ribs again as he winced.
"You tell anyone about this faggot rapist and you're dead. I'll do more than break your arm asshole," one said to him.
They left him there in the dirt, barely conscious and crying, wishing they had killed him.

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