Ch. 3: Friday Night Bites.
"Are you decent?" Stefan asked through her bedroom door before he opened it slightly, peeking in. When he saw she was, he let himself in entirely, before sitting down on her bed, watching her apply make up for school. "You know, I think you look pretty without the make up." He piped up, making her send him a glare.
"What do you want, Stefan?" She murmured.
"Your forgiveness." He shrugged.
"You say it as if it's no big thing." She turns to him and raises an eyebrow.
"It is. It's a huge thing, and..."
"Chill, Stef. I forgave you when you talked to me yesterday, I just never got the chance to say it." She muttered, and he smiled. "Don't send me that cheesy smile or I'll kick your ass." She said, unable to stop herself from smiling too. She squealed when he tackled her into a hug. Literally. "Oh, gee. Have you been drinking bear blood? Because I hear it's good for the strength." She smirked, squeezing his bicep. He rolled his eyes and sat up.
"Thank you." He nodded at her. "You didn't have to forgive me, but you did. So thanks." He smiled.
"Don't mention it, really." She smirked, standing up. "Let's go. I don't want to be late to school." She smirked and blurred downstairs.
"I still think we should throw a party." Stella shrugged. "It's not long until your birthday, Stef, and it's not everyday where someone turns 162. You do know that right?" She smirked at him.
"I doubt I'm the only one." He smirks before his eyes landed on Elena.
"Oh, what, you're going to ditch me now?" Stella glared.
"No, I'm going to take you with me, obviously." He grabbed onto her arm, dragging her toward Elena.
"No, Stefan, no." She muttered, smacking his arm, but he was strong, which surprised her. Then again, she hadn't fed. Her blood bags ran out, and she needed to get some more from the local hospital.
"You and Elena are going to get along, Stella. I know you'd like her if you just give it a try." Stefan says.
"Over my dead body." Stella muttered and Stefan looked at her.
"I don't know if you remember, Stell, but we are dead." He murmured in her ear and she couldn't help but crack a smile. It quickly dissapeared when they'd arrived in front of Bonnie and Elena.
"Hey." He smiled at the two girls.
"Au Revoir." Stella waves her fingers awkwardly.
"Hey, um, I gotta find Caroline. She's not answering her phone. So I'll see you guys later." Bonnie gives Stefan a strange look before leaving, making Elena sigh loudly.
"She doesn't like you very much." Stella smirked at Stefan.
"She doesn't know you. She's my best friend. She's just looking out for me. But when she does, she will love you." Elena promises. "Both of you." She smiles sweetly at Stella, who simply rolls her eyes. Stefan and Elena continue talking, so Stella lets her eyes wander. She see's Matt and Tyler throwing around a football. She stares at Matt. He was so cute, she thought. Way too good for her. He was pure, she could see that. Her eyes then focused on Tyler. Such a brat, just like his ancestor, Andrew. Andrew was the man she'd stupidly had a crush on so long ago, and she was sure she wouldn't make that mistake again. She didn't think she could. Cocky asshole wasn't her type.
"So, uh, Stella?" Elena snapped Stella from her thoughts.
"What?" Stella snapped at her. Elena gulped, and Stefan glared at the female vampire.
"How do you like Mystic Falls?" She asked.
"It sucks." Stella shrugs bluntly. "I don't like it."
"I thought you were born here?" Elena frowns.
"I was." Stella blinked before sending Elena a smirk. Elena opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off when Stella quickly turned around, and caught the ball that would have hurt her if she hadn't caught it. She looked over to see Matt and Tyler looking at her, completely stunned. She smirked and waved the ball at them. "Damn, Lockwoods. They're all pathetic." She murmured, handing Stefan the ball. He smirked.
"Don't you know it." He says before throwing the ball back. Tyler was knocked back by the force, earning stares from people all around them. "Let's go inside. It's getting cold out." Stefan murmured, noticing the looks he and Stella were getting.
"That throw was insane." Elena complimented as they walked inside. "I didn't know you played football."
"I used to. It was a long time ago." Stefan replied, looking over at Stella who simply smiled.
"So, why don't you try out for the team?" She asks Stefan, ignoring Stella completely, which bothered her to the point where she wanted nothing more than to rip Elena's head off her scrawny little body.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Stefan gave a small smile, making Stella calm down. He could always do that, and he wouldn't even know it.
"So you don't like football?" Elena asks.
"No, I love football." Stefan shrugs and Stella snorts. Understatement. Stefan was a football fanatic. "I think it's a great sport." He says, sending a sly smile to Stella, knowing what the snort was for. "But in this case, I don't think football likes me. You saw Tyler over there, and we both know how Matt feels."
"Who gives a shit." Stella snorted. "Tyler's a dick, and Matt shouldn't mind. I mean, if he's the quarterback, he'd want best for his team. And you, Stef, are most likely the best thing that could ever happened to Mystic Falls' high school football team. You're a pro." She smirked, and Elena slightly nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, they don't know you. To them, you're mysterious loner guy. Wouldn't hurt to be part of. Make some friends." Elena smiled.
"Says the girl who spends her alone time writing in a cemetery." Stefan smirked.
"Hey, come on. There's more to me than just gloomy graveyard girl. There's a whole other Elena that you have yet to meet. She was into everything, very busy." Elena flirted.
"Well, I look forward to meeting her. And when will that be?" Stefan flirted back, and instantly, Stella wanted to puke all over them. She rolled her eyes and turned around, watching the teenagers in the halls walk past her. Pure, little humans. She could hardly remember what it was like to feel like they do. To wound, to scar, to feel, to be okay. To not have your emotions heightened, and feel extra angry, or extra sad or extra happy every moment of the day. To grow old, to have birthdays, and actually feel a year older. If there was anything Stella wanted in the world, it was the chance to be human again.
"World war II ended in... Anyone got anything? Anyone at all?" Mr Tanner looked around the room for someone to answer his question. Stella already knew that the first world war ended in 1945. But she said nothing. She didn't want to look suspicious, or too smart. She just wanted to fit in with all the others, and being known as a nerd wouldn't help her. "1945." He grunted, hearing no answers. "How about Pearl Harbor?" He looked around. "Miss Gilbert?" Stella looked at Elena to see she'd been talking to Stefan.
"Um, what?" Elena looked at Mr Tanner blankly. Stella rolled her eyes, seeing he was going to open his mouth, most likely to let her know that dead parents are not a good excuse for not knowing answers, so she decided to cut to the chase.
"December 7, 1941." Stella called out. Mr Tanner looked over at the smirking vampire.
"Thank you, Miss Gilbert." He spoke sarcastically.
"Anytime, Mr Tanner." She winked back.
"Very well." He squinted, looking around the rest of the class. "The fall of the Berlin wall?" He asked.
"1989." Stella called and Stefan looked at her with an amused look on his face. "I'm good with dates, sir." She said after smirking at Stefan. Mr Tanner took this as a challenge and leaned against his desk.
"Are you?" He asked, also amused. Stella smirked and nodded. "How good? Keep it to the year. Civil Rights Act." He stated.
"1964." She replied with a smirk.
"John F. Kennedy assassination."
"1963."
"Martin Luther King."
"1968."
"Lincoln."
"1865."
"Roe VS Wade."
"1973."
"Brown VS Board."
"1954."
"The battle of Gettysburg."
She thought for a small moment before answering, "1863."
"Korean war."
"1950 to 1953." She crossed her arms, getting bored. The people around her were amused, and she smiled. Maybe the smartass title wasn't so bad.
"Ha!" Mr Tanner grinned. "It ended in 52." He smirked.
"Uh, actually, sir, it was 53'." Stefan piped up, making Tanner double take the two.
"Look it up, somebody, quickly." The teacher and everyone got their phones out, searching the answer up.
"It was nineteen fifty..." Some student started before smirking. "Three." Stella smirked at Stefan, who winked at her subtly. She laughed and looked at Mr Tanner who looked completely exhausted, but nevertheless, impressed.
"How did you know all of that stuff, Stella?" Elena asked as they walked out of the classroom, along with Stefan. She simply shrugged.
"I've got a good memory." She smirked.
"Years and years of crosswords puzzles. It's a loner thing." Stefan smirked, swinging an arm over Stella's shoulder.
"You really want to do this, huh?" Stella smiled at Stefan who was about to walk up to Mr Tanner on the football field, asking for a try-out. He nodded.
"Yeah, I think this would be good for me. For us." He said. "You should try out for cheerleading." He smirked.
"Ha, I don't think so." She crossed her arms and looked over at the thin cheerleaders, tossing eachother up in the air.
"I know you want to." Stefan murmured in her ear.
"I don't think they'd want me, anyway." She laughed. "You have to pretty and perky and have team spirit." She faked a perky smile, before it completely vanished and was replaced with an annoyed expression. "The day I start yelling 'Go! Team Go!' is the day I walk on water." She smirked at Stefan who laughed.
"To be honest, I wouldn't mind seeing you in one of those cheerleading outfits." He spoke, and her eyes widened as she turned back to him.
"Stefan Salvatore, did you just make a flirty remark?" She smirked, shock written on her face. "What's gotten into you?" She smiled, nudging him. "You're being weird and nice." She squinted.
"I'm happy." He smiled, walking backwards. "We're like normal teenagers now, Stell. Embrace it." He smiles before jogging over to the coach. She bit her lip, thinking about what he said. He was happy, and she loved that. That's all she ever wanted for him. Was to be happy. She sighed and pulled off her loose tank top, revealing her thinner, tighter white tank top since it was hot and watched Stefan talking to Mr Tanner.
"Hey, baby! Take it all off!" Tyler Lockwood shouted out to her, sending a grin her way. She scrunched her face up as his friends laughed. Tyler watched the girl with a look of confusion on his face. Usually girls would blush and smile at the ground when he did that. The more bolder girls would wink back, and blow him a kiss. Never had he received such a disgusted look. He jogged over to the girl in his football gear, holding his helmet in his left hand. Stella looked up and grunted, seeing him approaching. "Hey." He smiled at her.
"I'm not taking anything off for your pleasure, 'baby', so your little visit here, is quite pointless." She snapped at him. She stood up and tried to walk away, figuring Stefan could talk to her about his tryouts later on. Tyler grabbed her by the wrist.
"Hey, not so fast, baby, I just wanna introduce myself." He says. She turns around and glares.
"I know who you are. You're the douche bag who picks on Jeremy Gilbert." She smirks, and he raises his eyebrows. "I'm the one who practically stopped him from kicking your ass yesterday." She grinned, seeing the look of realization fill his face. "Remember me yet?"
"Why are you friends with that stoner?" He squinted. "Such a beautiful girl should be in better company." He winked.
"Mm, well, let me know if you see any." She smirked, pushing past him hard enough to knock him back a bit, but not too inhumane. Tyler shook his head in amazement before jogging onto the field. Stella crossed her arms and saw Elena and Bonnie with the rest of the cheerleaders, stretching and getting ready for practice. Her eyes mainly focused on Elena. She wasn't going to lie. She was gorgeous. Perfect in every way, and that made her hate her more. She had it all, and Stella only had Stefan, who slowly slipping away from her, even if Stefan himself said he wasn't. She focused her ears into their conversation, not liking what she heard at all.
"Oh, and you're coming to dinner tonight." Elena told her friend.
"Mm-hmm. You, me and Stefan. You have to give him a chance." Elena shrugged. "I think Stella might come too, but to be honest, I don't really want her to.."
"Stefan's friend? She seems nice." Bonnie frowned.
"Well, I don't think she likes me." Elena shrugged. "And she's kind of a bitch." She furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes focusing on Stella, who quickly looked around, pretending like she wasn't listening.
"I don't get how her and Stefan are just friends. Stefan's hot and she's gorgeous. Do you think they've ever dated?" Bonnie asked.
"No, Stefan said they've never gone their. He promised me he could never see her that way." Elena muttered, and that felt like a punch to the chest for Stella. It never nice to know nobody wants you. "A guy and a girl can just be friends, Bon."
"Mm, 'cos that's what happened with you and Matt, right?" Bonnie smirked.
"Anyway, speaking of dinner-"
"Have you seen Caroline? I've text-"
"Don't change the subject, Bonnie Bennett. You're going to be there, and protect me from Stefan's evil best friend if she comes." Elena giggled and Stella felt her fists tighten.
"Fine, fine. I'll go." Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"Good." Elena smiled.
"But seriously, where is Caroline?" Bonnie muttered, and they both stopped their chatter when a familiar car parked in front of them, with two familiar people sitting in the front seat. Damon Salvatore and Caroline Forbes? Stella groaned internally and walked toward the car.
"I got the other brother. Hope you don't mind." Caroline smirked at Elena as she skipped towards the field. Damon was about to reverse, but a hand pulled the keys from the ignition, stopping him. He looked up to see Stella smirking at him, dangling the keys in his face.
"Caroline Forbes? Really? I didn't know you went for the annoying blondes." She glared, placing both hands on her hips.
"Don't be jealous, Stella, I still love you more." He pouted his lips at her. "Now give me my keys." His smirk fell and a look of seriousness filled his face. She smirked and put his keys down her bra. "I'm more than willing to go down there, Estelle." He smirked. She rolled her eyes, and bent down, picking a twig from the ground, and jammed it into his shoulder. He hissed out in pain.
"Don't call me Estelle, Damon, you know I don't like that." She said, twisting it, making him wince. She looked around, glad nobody saw.
"You know, most people punch, or slap or yell at people they don't like." He said, gripping the twig and pulling it out. "But not you. You stab them." He glares. She smirked and shrugged.
"What do you want with the blonde?" She glared.
"Nothing, just a little fun." He smirked. "She's very tasty." He waggled his eyebrows.
"You're a pig." She muttered and looked down at him to see him staring at Elena. "Don't look at her like that, Damon, she's not Katherine, and she's not yours." Stella growled.
"It's cute, the undying loyalty you have for Stefan." He says. "It's going to get you killed." He told her.
"Well, I'm willing to die for loyalty." She shrugged. "I'm about one hundred years overdue." She smirked, and so did he. "Don't string Caroline along, she's not a chew toy, Damon." She told him seriously. "It's not nice." She said and he chuckled.
"Right, because I care so much about being nice, Est-" She gave him a dirty look. "Stella." He rolled his eyes.
"Don't make me hurt you, Damon." She smirked, and pulled his keys out of her bra, dropping them on his lap. "I don't like hurting people. Even if I dislike them strongly." She glared before walking away and toward the field. She stood beside Mr Tanner who gave her a wary look. She send him a cute, but sarcastic smile, and he rolled his eyes and focused on the team in front of him.
"Alright, come on, do it again!" Mr Tanner called, and the boys got back into their positions.
"All right, let's huddle up. Set, hut!" Matt shouted, and Stella could only think of how hot he looked in his uniform. Her eyes widened when she watched Tyler tackle down Stefan. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. He totally saw Tyler coming.
"You gonna live, Salvatore?" Mr Tanner shouted.
"Yeah." Stefan replied in a gruff tone.
"Alright, hit the showers, boys." The coach yelled out to everyone. Stella sighed, jogging onto the field toward Stefan. She helped him up.
"You shouldn't have let him tackle you, Stef." She told him.
"I didn't see him coming." Stefan shrugged, and she grabbed his hand, popping his pinky back into place.
"Mm, that's bullshit." She smirked at him and he sent a subtle one back, staring up at him for a moment. He looked up, and she followed his gaze who was focused on Elena. She rolled her eyes and dropped his hand. Stefan gave her a sorry look. "Go on." She rolled her eyes.
"No, I'm gonna stay here and talk to my best friend." He smirked and Stella raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Uh, I've been meaning to ask you if you want to come with dinner-"
"No." She shook her head. "I heard Elena's conversation, and she doesn't want me there so... no." She shrugged.
"What do you mean she doesn't want you there? She thinks you're great." He shrugged.
"Well, you obviously can't tell when she's lying, Stefan. She thinks I'm a bitch, and I mean, sure, I guess I am, but seeing as I don't like her already... She's not getting on my good side.. If I had one anyway." Stella muttered bitterly. "I'd much rather you date the Bennett witch." She shrugged.
"Bonnie?" Stefan frowns. "She's not a witch?" He murmured.
"A Bennett living in Mystic Falls, Stefan. She's a witch. I'll bet you one hundred dollars." She smirked at her best friend. "I think I'm gonna go to the Grill tonight. It's shot night." She winked.
"No, you're coming to dinner, whether I have to force you or not." He said. "If I have to go so Bonnie get to like me, you can come so you can get to like Elena." He shrugs. "I can't have my best friend wanting to kill my girlfriend, can I?" He smirked.
"Girlfriend." Stella repeated. "So it's official, huh?" She smirked, trying to hide the hurt. He smiled and nodded. She was losing him, was all she could think. He looked over her shoulder again, at Elena. "Go to her, Stefan. We both know you want to." She smirked. He nodded and started to walk, but turned back to her.
"I'll pick you up at 7." He pointed a finger at her before jogging back over to Elena.
"He your boyfriend?" A voice asked from behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Tyler Lockwood staring back at her. She laughed dryly.
"Not in a hundred years." She muttered, and smiled at the irony.
"Good." He spoke. "I won't be worried about you saying no when I ask you out." He smirked.
"You should be." She smirked and turned to him. "What happened to Vicki?" She raised her eyebrows. "Did you already get in her pants?" She scunched her face up. "Look for a new quick bang?" She asked.
"Vicki and I aren't anything special." He shrugs. "She's just a kid." He says. "I want a woman." He smirked and looked her up and down. "And you seem like the perfect participant." He crosses his arms, showing off his tanned, biceps.
"I don't think so." She smirked and continued to walk.
"Oh come on. One date can't hurt." He urged her. "You can be my date to the game tomorrow night. It's a big thing." He smirked.
"I bet it is.. But I'm not going." She shrugged. She knew Elena would be there, cheering on Stefan, but she didn't want to go. Stefan knew she wouldn't. School pep rallies and football games weren't things she liked to do. "Sorry." She smiled at him as he followed, when she wasn't really sorry at all. She was surprised when he'd pinned her against the bleachers. She looked up at him and he looked down at her, since he was a few inches taller. All the Lockwood's are tall.
"Just one date." He said, raising his eyebrows. "Just one." He promised. She bit her lip and considered it.
"No." She shook her head. "I don't date. Because dating leads to relationships and I don't do that stuff either." She shrugged. "It's not me, just like it isn't you." She smirked.
"You don't know me." He pointed out. "I'm a great boyfriend." He stated.
"Well, if you're such a great boyfriend, then why are you asking me out when you've got a girlfriend?" She raised an eyebrow. "Or why didn't you visit the poor girl in the hospital? Or how about this, why are you so ignorant and careless towards a girl whose obviously got problems?" Stella snapped, squinting her eyes at the tanned, tall and fit Lockwood boy. For once, Tyler was at a loss for words. "Can you tell me why, Tyler?" She asked, and he looked away. "Didn't think so." She rolled her eyes and walked away, and this time, he didn't follow her.
Stella walked up the stairs towards Stefan's room, but stopped outside when she heard Damon's voice coming through. She frowned and listened in.
"I've come to apologize. I've been doing some thinking, some soul searching, and... I want us to start over. We need to put the past behind us. You're my little brother, and if you want to live a normal, happy human life, then I want that for you. Maybe I can do it, too. That I can learn to be a non-living living person. Maybe there's hope for both of us." Stella rolled her eyes at his words, knowing he was spinning complete bullshit. She soon hears his roar of laughter, and feels bad for Stefan, knowing he probably believed his brother for a moment. "Eavesdropping isn't nice, Stella." Damon called out. She smirked and entered the room of Stefan Salvatore. Stefan looked over to see her come in. "You're getting better at sneaking around. God knows you were terrible at it when we were younger." He smirks at her.
"Well, I had a good teacher." She smirked at the raven haired man. His smile dissapeared slowly, as he remembered the times Stefan, Damon and Stella would sneak out of their houses and go down to the lake, only to fish and try to catch tadpoles. She would always walk to loud, or knock things over when they tried to sneak out. Most of the times they caught them because of her ability to knock things down.
"You know.. It doesn't have to be this way, Damon." Stefan murmured, looking up at his older brother. Damon nodded and rolled his eyes, picking up a quill from off Stefan's desk, fiddling around with it.
"Of course it doesn't. I saw Elena today, BTW. That means "by the way." She was at cheerleading practice. She looked so perky in her little short shorts." He smirked as his brother clenched up his fists, becoming angry. Stella walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, calming him down instantly. Only Stella had that ability, and she knew it. "Just... simmer down, I didn't even go near her. I've got my own cheerleader now." He smirks. "Ooh, that reminds me... I gotta run. I have a date. Sweaty palms. Wish me luck." He rubs his palms together before leaving the room.
"Date? Cheerleader? What is he talking about?" Stefan frowned up at her.
"Caroline Forbes. The sheriff's daughter." Stella muttered, picking up his diary. Stefan took it from her with raised eyebrows, closing it back up. She rolled her eyes, and picked up a picture of Katherine from 1864. "He's feeding on her, that's for sure. She wore a scarf today." She muttered. "I don't like her much, she talks to much and seems a little bitchy, but she doesn't deserve to be Damon's personal bloodbag, so we need to do something about that." She scanned the photo of the young girl in the picture. It was unbelievable on how much she really looked like Elena. Like twins, almost.
"I know, we'll work it out." Stefan sighed.
"Maybe Elena is Katherine's twin, and she's really a vampire." Stella offered. "Maybe she knows who you are, she's just messing with you." She nodded.
"No." Stefan shook his head. "Elena is human. I.. I can smell her blood, all the time." He muttered, shaking his head.
"Mm. Don't you just hate that urge to rip out their throats? I mean, especially when making out. It can really down the mood." She grinned. "What are you going to do when she's on her period? Ugh. That's gonna suck for you. Quite an awkward thing, if you -"
"Stella, please." Stefan groaned, making her laugh, and to him, her laugh was contagious, so they sat there. Two best friends, just giggling over stupid things, like they always did.
"I can't believe you made me come." Stella growled, leaning her head against the head rest of her car once they'd parked out the front of the Gilbert house. "I don't like Elena, Stefan, and most likely, I never will." She shrugged her shoulders. "This is completely pointless, I'm telling you now." She sighed.
"You could at least try and not be so uptight and sarcastic." He urged her. "I really like Elena." He confesses. She looked at him and gulped.
"I'm not going to be nice, but I'm not going to be rude... intentionally." She smirked.
"All I ask is that you try." He says. She sighed and opened the car door.
"I'm having a dinner with a Bennett witch, and girl who looks exactly like Katherine Bite Me Pierce." Stella glared.
"Bonnie isn't a witch. You don't know that." He sighed. "Just try. Please? For me?"
"No promises." She muttered before jumping out and slamming the door shut.
Awkward. It was the one most simple word to describe the dinner they were currently in the middle of. Stella tried her best to keep her mouth shut, because she knew if she spoke at all, it would be something sarcastic, snarky or rude toward Elena or even, Bonnie. She looked up at Stefan, sending him a smirk, and he rolled his eyes, as if he could tell she was saying something in her mind like "Great dinner" in her simple, sarcastic tone.
"Did Tanner give you a hard time today?" Elena asked Stefan, breaking the deafening silence Stella was liking so much more than the sound of Elena's voice.
"Well, he let me on the team, so I must have done something right." Stefan shrugged with a smile. Elena smiled and nodded.
"Bonnie, you should have seen Stefan and Stella today. Tyler threw a ball right at her, and she caught it then Stefan-"
"Yeah, I heard." Bonnie cut her off.
"Bitch." Stella muttered earning a deadly glare from Bonnie. She smiled back innocently, yet so horribly, giving Bonnie a bad, spine chilling feeling about the girl.
"Why don't you tell Stefan about your family?" Elena asked Bonnie.
"Um, divorced. No mom. Live with my dad..." Bonnie trailed off.
"No, about the witches. Bonnie's family has a lineage of witches. It's really cool." Elena smiles.
"Wow." Stella smiled, speaking up. "Witches? You don't say?" She grinned, looking over at Stefan with an expression that clearly said 'I told you so'. "That is cool." She smirks. Stefan's lips turn into a thin line, as he gives his best friend an impressed look.
"Cool isn't the word I'd use." Bonnie murmurs.
"Well, it's certainly interesting. I'm not too versed, but I do know that there's a history of Celtic druids that migrated here in the 1800's." He went on, being the smartass he is.
"My family came by way of Salem." Bonnie shrugged.
"I would say that's pretty cool." Stefan nodded.
"Why?" She asked.
"Salem witches are heroic examples of individualism." Stefan smiled.
"And nonconformity." Stella raised her finger before taking a sip of her coca cola, even though she asked Elena if she had an whiskey. She didn't.
"Yeah, they are." Bonnie said, looking between Stefan and Stella, impressed with the two. Her weird little stares were cut off when the doorbell sounded. Elena stood up, mumbling about who she wondered it could be as she went to answer it. "How do you guys know so much history?" She asked.
"It's interesting." Stefan shrugged, and Bonnie talked to him about it when Stella tuned her ears in, hearing a familiar voice at the front door. She frowned, standing up and walking to the front door to see Bonnie and Caroline at the front door.
"You've got to be kidding me." She muttered to herself. "What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped at Damon.
"Waiting for Elena to invite me in." He smiles.
"Oh, sure, you can-"
"No, no." She stopped Elena before she said the magic words. "You can't stay. Can you Damon?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. "You've probably got somewhere to be. Like, I don't know, lighting yourself on fire?" She glared, and Elena looked at Caroline awkwardly, feeling the tension.
"You're funny." Damon smirked.
"It's okay, he's my date. Get in here." She told Damon.
"It's fine, just come on in." Elena spoke, making Stella grunt at what she'd just done unknowingly. Damon sent Stella a smile, stepping inside the house.
"You have a beautiful home, Elena." Damon said, walking past Stella with Caroline and Elena.
"Thanks, it's-" Their voices faded out when they walked into the kitchen. She stopped herself from punching a hole in the wall before following them in. Stefan looked shocked to see Damon.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. Stella sighed, and picked a grape from the fruit bowl, leaning against the frame of the door.
"Elena invited him in." Stella gave an agitated smile, popping the grape into her mouth.
"I cannot believe that Mr. Tanner let you on the team. Tyler must be seething. But good for you. Go for it." Caroline smiled at Stefan.
"That's what I always tell him. You have to engage. You can't just sit there and wait for life to come to you. You have to go get it." Damon smirked, sitting closer to Stella, making her move further away. He smirked.
"Yeah, Elena wasn't so lucky today. It's only because you missed summer camp. God, I don't know how you're ever going to learn the routines." Caroline assured the brunette Katherine look alike. Caroline was a snarky bitch to Elena, and Stella smirked at that.
"I'll work with her. She'll get it." Bonnie snapped, defending her friend.
"I guess we can put her in the back." Caroline wondered aloud, making Stella snort.
"You know, you don't seem like the cheerleader type, Elena." Damon started, for some reason, saving Elena from embarrassment.
"Oh, it's just 'cause her parents died. Yeah, I mean, she's just totally going through a blah phase. She used to be way more fun." Caroline smiled, and everyone in the room looked at her in complete shock. "And I say that with complete sensitivity." She murmured afterwards.
"Hm.. Caroline, I've been meaning to ask? How long have you been a neurotic, jealous-ridden bitch? 'Cos I mean, it must be hard work to be one all day, all night. Doesn't it get tiring?" She smirked at the blonde, whose lips parted in complete shock. Damon snorted and looked back at Stella.
"Stella." Stefan glared.
"Just making conversation, Stef." She spoke while glaring at Caroline. She wasn't defending Elena, but she simply didn't like how bitchy Caroline was being.
"I'm sorry, Elena. I know what it's like to lose both your parents. In fact, Stefan, Stella and I have watched almost every single person we've ever cared about die." Damon changed the subject. Stella glared at Damon this time.
"We don't need to get into that right now, Damon." Stefan muttered.
"Oh, you know what, you're right, Stef. I'm sorry. The last thing I wanted to do was bring her up." Damon apologized. Elena awkwardly looked at Stefan.
"Is this Jeremy?" Stella asked Elena as she did the dishes. Stella sat on the bench, staring at a photo of a younger Jeremy and Elena, with another woman she didn't recognize. Elena turns back to Stella, surprised she wasn't being sarcastic or rude. She was actually surprised that Stella had been civilized the entire night, apart from the snap at Caroline.
"Yeah, I was sixteen and he was fourteen. The woman is my aunt Jenna. She's out for the night. You'll see her round town though. Same with Jeremy." She smiled. "Have you met him yet?" She asked.
"We're good friends." She smirked looking up Elena. "He's a good kid." She shrugged, and Elena nodded, smiling at Stella. The brunette vampire sighed and placed the picture back on it's place on the counter top. "Look," Stella sighed, making Elena look up. "Stefan is my best friend." She spoke. "It's been us two for a while now, and I couldn't picture living without him. He's my rock, and I'm his." She continued, picking up another photo of a toddler Elena and her parents. Elena cradled a small newborn baby, who she assumed to be Jeremy. "I care about him a lot, and when he's sad, I'm not a very happy person." She stated.
"I understand." Elena nodded.
"He seems to like you a lot. God knows why." She rolled her eyes and Elena couldn't help but crack a smile. She was giving her the protective father speech.
"The protective father speech." Elena giggles. "Really?" She smirks.
"He hasn't got a dad, and neither have I. Someone has to do it." Stella shrugged. "Long lecture short, I will kick your ass if you do anything to hurt him." She told the skinny brunette. "I'm stronger than I look Elena, believe that." She glared. Elena nodded.
"I like him just as much as he likes me," Elena says, and Stella snorts at that. "I know I might be a little down right now, but Stefan is making me happy, and I could only hope that I can make him happy, too." She says. Stella shrugs.
"Alright, cool." She nods. "So we understand each other." She smirks, getting off the table top.
"One more." Damon enters the kitchen, holding up one more glass. Elena reaches out to grab it, and Damon quickly catches it before it falls and smashes.
"Nice save." Elena giggles, and Stella rolls her eyes.
"I like you. You know how to laugh. And you make Stefan smile, which is something I haven't seen in a very long time." Damon smirks, and Stella glares at the vampire, wondering what the hell he might be up to.
"Earlier, did you mean... Katherine?" Elena asked. Damon simply nods. "How did she die?" She asks.
"We don't need to get into that right now." Stella scrunched up her nose, and got bored, so she decided to go through Elena's cupboards.
"In a fire. Tragic fire." Damon ignored her, and Stella grinned, finding a bottle of vodka.
"Recently?" Elena asks and snorts.
"It feels like yesterday." Stella smirked and took a swig from the bottle. "Unfortunately." She sighed once she'd swallowed the contents.
"What was she like?" Elena asked.
"She was beautiful. A lot like you in that department." Damon said while Stella took another long swig.
"She was also very complicated," Stella glared at Damon. "And rude, and selfish, and unkind." She took another sip of the bottle. "Katherine Pierce, was a complete bitch." She smirked.
"But very sexy and seductive." Damon smirked.
"Damon would go for Satan if she had a nice rack and a banging body." Stella glared. "Eh, Satan, Katherine. Same thing." She smirked. Damon glared.
"So, who dated her first? Damon or Stefan?" Elena raised her eyebrows.
"Nicely deduced." Damon smirked. "Ask Stefan. I'm sure his answer differs from mine." He shrugged.
"I'm sorry. About Katherine. You lost her, too." Elena told him before walking out. Damon stood in the spot he'd stayed in and frowned at what she'd just said. Stella sighed and handed him the bottle.
"She's Stefan's girl, Damon. Remember that. You can share toys, not girls." Stella glared before walking out.
"So, I like flat iron it first, but then I slowly start to curl around the-" Stella somehow got stuck listening to Caroline ramble on.
"That's a really nice scarf." Stella cut her off.
"Oh, thank you." Caroline smiled. She didn't even know why she was talking to Caroline after she'd snapped at her earlier that night. "It's new." She smiles.
"Can I see it? I mean, would you mind taking it off?" Stella asked.
"Oh, I can't." Caroline said.
"Oh, come on. We're girls. I just wanna look at the scarf, Caroline." She reaches for it.
"I just know I can't." Caroline moved back, frowning.
"What are you two kids talking about?" Damon smiled, walking in, again.
"I just love the new scarf she's wearing. Thinking about buying one myself." Stella smirked up at Damon.
"Hey, you know, um, Elena and Bonnie are finishing up the dishes. Why don't you go see if you can help?" Damon looked down at Caroline.
"Does it look like I do dishes?" Caroline giggled.
"For me?"
"Hmm... I don't think so." Caroline smiled and turned back to Stella.
"Go and see if Elena needs help in the kitchen." Damon compels the chatty little blonde, amusing Stella. Caroline nods and does as told.
"Been a while since a girl has said no to you, hm?" She smirks at the vampire as he sits in Caroline's place.
"You've no idea." He rolls his eyes.
"They are people, Damon. She's not a puppet. She doesn't exist for your amusement, for you to feed on whenever you want to." She lectured.
"Sure she does. They all do. They're whatever I want them to be. They're mine for the taking." He smirked, leaning forward so only she would hear, though she most likely could anyway with her hearing abilities.
"All right, you've had your fun. You used Caroline, you got to meet Elena, good for you. Now it's time for you to go." Stefan said, and they both looked up to see him standing above them, listening in on their conversation. Damon chuckled.
"That's not a problem. Because... I've been invited in, and I'll come back tomorrow night and the following night and I'll do with your little cheerleader whatever I want to do. Because that is what is normal to me." He smirked, angering Stefan. Stella stood up and placed a hand on Stefan, calming him down like she could always do.
"Go." She murmured to Stefan. He opened his mouth to talk, but she squeezed his shoulder harder. "Just go." She demanded. He sighed, nodded and turned around, leaving the living room. "Whatever game it is your playing, Damon, you're hurting your brother. Your brother. The little boy you played with as kids, the person who used to be your best friend. You're hurting him." She growled. "These are people you are messing with. Good people. Not entertainment for your sick games." She hissed. "So stop it, or so help me God, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Damon smirked. "Kill me? Go ahead." He urged. She squinted at him and stepped back. "You can't kill me, Stella. That's your problem. You care too much." He smirked. "You need to be like me." He said, before jamming a small wooden stick in his stomach. She cried out in pain. "You shouldn't care about anyone at all." He muttered, before leaving her.
"Ooh. Look at you. You look hot in your jersey." Elena smirked at Stefan as he walked up to her.
"Ugh, please. I intent on keeping down my lunch." Stella groaned from behind the pair. Elena quickly turned around. "What happened to the slutty, tiny cheerleadering outfit?" She smirked. "Realize how absolutely, horribly revealing it is?" She raised her eyebrows and Elena furrowed hers.
"Stella, I didn't know you were coming." She sighed, obviously dissapointed.
"Oh, I wouldn't miss this game for the world." Stella smirked, crossing her leather jacket covered arms. "So, seriously, what's up with the normal clothes? Your friend Caroline is going to murder you." She sang.
"I quit. I'm a quitter." She shrugged.
"No, hey, you're not a quitter. You suffered a great loss. You're not the same person. You should be looking ahead. You should be starting over. Ok? I hope you don't think this is too soon or too weird, but... I, uh, I wanted you to have this." Stefan pulled out the necklace he'd found back in the 20's, and handed it to her. It was filled with vervain, so now Damon nor I could compel here, which I found a big pity.
"I told him to choose a nicer necklace, considering this one is... old. But you know Stefan. He's an old kind of guy." Stella smirked.
"Aw, you wanted me to wear a nice new necklace?" Elena teased.
"Don't push it, Gilbert." Stella glared, and Stefan placed the necklace around the look alike's neck.
"Oh, my God, it's beautiful." She murmured.
"It's something that I've had forever, and, uh, I've never wanted to give it to anyone until now. I'd very much like it if you'd wear it for me, for... good luck.." He smiled. Stella rolled her eyes. She hated it when he got all mushy.
"Is that rose that I smell?" Elena frowned.
"No, dumbass." Stella rolled her eyes. "It's a special herb." She shrugged. "Stefan's favorite." She smirked.
"It's nice, huh?" Stefan smiled, ignoring his friend.
"I love it." She grinned up at him. Stella rolled her eyes and walked away, not really in the mood to watch them make googly eyes at eachother. She was going to head toward Jeremy, who'd she'd become good friends with that morning. They had breakfast together, and they talked a lot. About music, sport and other things. She liked him. He reminded her a lot of her little brother, Christopher. They even kind of looked the same. She was taken from her thoughts when a hand pulled her behind the bleachers. She was lucky she didn't blur around the person and hold them up by the throat, because the person who'd grabbed her was the famous Tyler Lockwood.
"Hey." He smiled at her.
"Bye." She gave him an equally excited smile before almost leaving until he pulled her back. She hated having to act human sometimes..
"Come on, just talk to me. Please?" He pouted.
"No." She glared, crossing her arms. "Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be, like, in the locker room or something, getting ready." She looked at him weird.
"The game isn't for another hour." He shrugged. "I've been looking for you." He said. "I thought you weren't coming."
"I wasn't going to, but it's Stefan's first game, so.." She trailed off.
"What is it with you and that new kid? Are you like, related or dating or what?" He looked annoyed.
"He's my best friend." She shrugged. "Which means picking on him isn't the way to get on my good side." She smirked, before thinking for a couple seconds. "Well, if I had one anyway." She grinned.
"I like your smile. It's different." Tyler flirted.
"Well, I wish I could say the same about your pick up lines. They're used way too often, and pure lameness." She glared.
"You're a tough one, aren't you?" He asked.
"The toughest." She smirked.
"I broke up with Vicki." He said. "Just so I could ask you out." He said. "So, please, will you go out with me sometime?" He asked. She raised her eyebrows. Vicki was now single, which would definitely go Jeremy's way, which she was pleased about, but she didn't exactly want to go on a date with the Lockwood boy. Especially when she was going to marry one of his great ancestors. How awkward is that?
"What's in it for me?" She smirked.
"A free dinner, movie and possibly a good night kiss." He smirked. "More if you want to go there, but..." He was cut off when she shoved him. "I didn't think you'd be up for that." He laughed. "Come on. One date is all I ask." He smiled.
"One date, and that's it, Lockwood. But you better not give my best friend a hard time, or I will beat you." She glared.
"Cross my heart and hope to die." He smiled as she began to walk away. "See you tomorrow night then?" He shouted out.
"Pick me up at 8." She smirked before dissapearing. She looked around for Stefan or maybe even Elena, and when she could find neither she sighed and began to walk to where Jeremy said he would be that night. She frowned see Tyler flirting with Vicki. Oh, 'we broke up' my ass. She growled internally, but it soon vanished when she watched Tyler go to Jeremy, and soon enough, a fight broke out between the two.
"Hey!" She shouted out, running over and grabbing Tyler, pulling him off Jeremy who was down and bleeding. "Are you an idiot? He was down already!" She shouted at Tyler, shoving him back. Tyler turned around and ducked just in time for Jeremy to strike her with a broken bottle, slicing her hand open when she put it up in defence.
"Hey, knock it off! Stop it!" Matt yelled, grabbing Tyler, and pushing him off.
"Oh, my god. Stella, you're bleeding!" Elena grabbed the girl by the arm.
"I'm fine," Stella put her hand behind her back, squeezing her hand, still feeling the blood.
"No, he cut you! Just show me!" Elena grabbed her hand just in time for the cut to have healed. Elena frowned, dropping Stella's hand. "I could have-"
"It wasn't my blood. Back off and don't pretend to be worried." Stella snapped.
"Stella, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Jeremy limped over to her.
"I'm fine." She pushed past him and walked away, bumping into Tyler and Matt on her way to the car.
"Stella-"
"Don't even think about picking me up tomorrow night." She pointed at Tyler. "Did you really think you could get away with your stupid plan to date both Vicki and I? Think again, asshole." She growled, grabbing him by the shoulders and kneeing him in the place where the sun don't shine. He groaned and doubled over in pain. She sighed and walked past the two footballers and toward her car. High school was a pain in the ass - but she had to say - being a Vampire sucked even more. She soon found her car, and looked down at her pockets, and patted around for her keys but they weren't there. She growled, realizing she must have dropped them and turned to go find them, but two voices stopped her in her tracks.
"I get to you. You find yourself drawn to me. You think about me even when you don't want to think about me. I bet you even dreamed about me. And right now... You want to kiss me." It was Damon, and right now, he was trying to compel Elena. Stella smirked and watched Elena step back and slap Damon, surprising him.
"What the hell? I don't know what game you're trying to play with Stefan here, but I don't want to be part of it. And I don't know what happened in the past, but let's get one thing straight... I am not Katherine." Elena hissed, and for once, Stella liked what Elena had said. When Elena stormed away, Stella walked up with an amused look on her face and Damon noticed it.
"Don't even start, Stella." He glared. "Let me guess. Vervain in the necklace?" He asked.
"You should have tried your luck an hour earlier." She smirked at him. "I guess that's what you get for being a dick." She smugly said.
"Are you here to say I told you so?" He asked her.
"Nope." She said before bending over and picking up a stray twig off the ground. Damon glared.
"Don't even-" He was too late when she jammed the twig in his side.
"Don't stab me, Damon." She said, twisting it around making Damon grab her arm in pain. "I'm so much better at the torture thing. Trust me." She laughed, digging it in further. "How does that feel?" She asked, but he pulled her arm away, dropping the twig to the ground. She laughed.
"I have to admit." Damon muttered, clutching at his side. "You're great at it." He smirked, looking up at her, before blurring forward and pinning her to a car. "I can only imagine what you're like in bed." He whispered against her lips. She feigned being mesmerized, but blurred forward, pinning him to the car he was against before.
"That's right." She smirked. "You can only imagine." She grinned, before removing her hand. "See you later, Salvatore." She smirked before blurring away.
"You've got to be kidding me." Stella mumbled, watching the ambulance carry away Mr Tanner's bagged body away.
"I told Damon he had some sort of humanity, and he reacted in the only way he knows how." Stefan nodded. "Death." He muttered. "I thought there was hope that somewhere deep inside, something in Damon was still human, normal. But I was wrong. There's nothing human left in Damon. No good, no kindness. No love. Only a monster Who must be stopped." He sighed.
"Well, I'll help." She turned to him. "I'm here, Stef. It's you and I against the world." She smirked.
"Isn't it always?" He smiled.
Author End Notes:
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