A/N: ONCE AGAIN! My story has (almost) nothing to do with the upcoming Vampire Diaries episodes (season 2). Also guys, if you can find the time to, reviews would be great. I know a lot of people are following my story but reviews will always help keep me going!
Chapter Five
I wasn't dumb enough to go to the tomb alone. I ended up just going back home, which would have been ten times easier if I had just ridden with Damon, but I knew that the car ride wouldn't have ended well. One of us would probably have a broken arm again.
"Welcome back, princess," Damon said without looking up from some papers and it wasn't until I put my bag down that he glanced up and gave me a shit-eating smile. I tilted my head to the side with an exasperated sigh and lifted my arms up briefly, rolling my eyes.
"What?" I asked and Damon waved the papers in the air.
"Oh, y'know, just doing some brushing up on research and history," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He tossed them at me and stood up to make himself a drink, and I glanced at the pages, letting it sink in for a few seconds.
"Where'd you get these?" I demanded, holding them up and Damon only smirked and shrugged.
"Friend of mine. Why, does it concern you in any way? Maybe I'm just interested in odd behavior in wild animals." I threw the papers on the table and walked over to Damon, a finger pointed at him and Damon backed away quickly, holding his hand out in front of him as if that would stop me. "Jeeze, minx, calm down!" he exclaimed, pushing me away from him. "I just happened to find something in common with us, you should be happy. We're both psychotic, not-so-natural born killers!"
I rolled my eyes and stepped away from Damon, shooting him a look. "Don't you dare bring that up with anyone else. And you tell your friend to keep their mouth shut." I turned around and poured myself a drink as Damon walked up to me, apparently not done with pissing me off.
"I don't know, he might put you in detention, or something, being your teacher and all," he said with a grin and I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Seriously? God, I hate you," I mumbled, taking a sip and the front door opened as Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie and Elena walked in. "And their entrance just saved your life, vampire," I said with a wink. I snapped my fingers and the papers caught on fire on the table before turning around to leave.
"Okay, sweetheart, you have fun with the girls now!" Damon called after me and I brushed by Stefan, completely seething.
"I told her to have fun with the girls. Why aren't you joining them?" Damon asked Stefan sarcastically and Stefan gave his brother a fake smile and a laugh before resuming his straight face, pouring himself a drink.
"What'd you do to piss her off this time?" he asked and Damon shrugged his shoulders, waiting for the flames to die off on the table before he brushed the ashes off.
"Oh, you know, exist," he said, raising an eyebrow and Stefan gave an actual smile for that one, shaking his head and taking a sip. "No, I just made some interesting discoveries about her, that's all. I'll tell you about it sometime," Damon said with a wink and he started up the stairs to go up to his room.
"What'd he do to piss you off this time?" Caroline asked me and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Oh, you know, exist," I said with a roll of my eyes and she and Bonnie laughed. Elena just kind of gave me a look.
"He means well, you know," she said as she shook up some nail polish to do Bonnie's nails. I shook my head and finished off the drink I had made downstairs and I set the empty glass on the bedside table.
"Not all the time. Sometimes he's just plain cruel," I said, scrunching up my nose. "You've just never been on the opposite end of it, sweetheart. At least he had a ring on, right? He has broken at least three of my bones since I've gotten here over petty arguments. He turned Caroline into a vampire. He tried to kill Bonnie. Has he thrown you into shelves or walls? Has he ever bitten you, Elena? Maybe you'll realize you're the only thing that ever matters to him anymore."
"That is not true," a voice came from the door and I glanced at Damon, giving him a look. Damon raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe, looking back at me. He opened his mouth to speak. "I mean, I almost killed her brother, so it's not exactly fair to say that I've never been cruel to her," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "You can say that I've never been cruel to her directly." Then he left again. Caroline and Bonnie looked at me and Elena tilted her head to the side, observing me.
"You care about him," she said, almost astonished and I was taken aback, my eyes getting wide.
"What?" I asked, my arms uncrossing and my hands flying to my hips in a defensive stance. "No, why would I?"
"Because he's your oldest friend?" Caroline tried, piping up and I raised an eyebrow at her.
"He's not the Damon I knew 160 years ago."
"I highly doubt you're the Summer he knew 160 years ago," Elena pointed out and I gave her a look. "Look, Damon's... he's special. He can be a total asshole one minute and a total sweetheart the next -"
"I've yet to see the sweetheart side of him, but since you see it so often, maybe you should do something about that," I said dryly.
"That's not fair," Elena said, shaking her head after a moment of intense silence and I shrugged my shoulders.
"It's not fair for you to keep him stringing him along like a puppy on a leash." I pushed off of the dresser with my foot and left Stefan's room, closing the door behind me before heading over to Damon's room, seeing him sprawled on his bed, reading a book.
"And you knew you could hear every single word," he said without turning over onto his back and I sighed.
"It's not fair," I repeated, closing his door behind me now and I sat down on his bed, pushing at his arm until he rolled over, then I laid down beside him, looking at him. Damon met my eyes briefly before he closed them resting his head on the pillow.
"We have an extremely bi-polar relationship, Ms. Monroe."
"And you have an extremely one-sided relationship with Ms. Gilbert," I retorted and Damon just opened his eyes, smirked and tilted his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows together in something that could only be described as manic glee.
"Does this bother you, Ms. Monroe?" he questioned and I let out a laugh, rolling my eyes.
"In your dreams, Mr. Salvatore."
"When you're a complete bitch to me, it really gets me going," he said, nodding his head and I rolled over on top of him, pinning his arms above his head as I straddled his hips.
"Well, then, I'm sorry to blue ball you, but I've got some homework to do," I said with a wink and a smirk before letting him go and he grabbed my arm, tugging me underneath him as we switched positions.
"Cock tease," he whispered in my ear before pushing himself off the bed, that smirk on his face again, and he left before I could.
Seriously, what a dick.
