NOTE: Chapter 14 is now posted up on archive of our own! (Since I cannot post the whole of this story here as it's too violent)

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The next evening was the first football game of the season. Once again, Caroline had benched me, so instead of being forced to watch the rest of the team succeed in their routine, I decided to go get some air. I ran my hands up and down my bare arms and ground my teeth together in an attempt to keep them from chattering. It was getting chilly out.

After a few minutes of bearing the cold, I gave up and started to make my way to the parking lot, weaving around until I found my car. I was pretty sure I'd left a sweater for myself on the backseat. I unlocked the car and pulled open one of the doors, sticking my head inside. Nope, no jacket of any kind.

I closed the door with a frustrated sigh, but when I turned back around to leave Damon was almost an inch away from me. The surprise made me gasp loudly and stumble backwards into the end of my car, my heart skipping a beat and fluttering out of control. Why did he always have to sneak up behind me?

"You scared me. W-what are you doing here?" He was staring back at me with a hint of a smirk, clearly amused, but his eyes were flat, and almost angry.

"Waiting for Stefan." His reply was simple, curt. His eyes bore into me, and he didn't even so much as blink.

"The game hasn't started yet…" I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, and tried to find somewhere else to look besides his intense stare. "You can probably still go catch him in the locker room."

"Mmhm… I think I'll wait for him here." He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back, backing myself tight against the bumper of my vehicle.

"Caroline's just about to start her routine too."

"God, I need a break from that girl. I don't see us going anywhere in the bigger picture, you know?" He chuckled. "She talks more than I can listen."

"Well, um, I should get back to the game then…" My words were meant to dissmiss him, and I made a move to push past his towering form, but he took a firm hold of my shoulder to turn me back around.

"I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable, Elena. That's not my intention."

"Yes, it is." I shook his hand off of me and crossed my arms around my chest. The situation was mighty awkward, and I had to admit that the man even scared me a little. "Otherwise you wouldn't put an alternate meaning behind everything you say."

"You're right. I do have other intentions," I raised an eyebrow in question to his words. "and so do you."

"Oh, really?" I crossed my arms tighter around myself, tossed my hair over one shoulder.

"Mmmhm…" Damon leaned much too close, and lightly spread both palms against my car, on either side of me. I was trapped against him. "I see how you look at me. You want me."

"Excuse me?"

"You find yourself drawn to me." He leaned even closer, so that I could feel his warm breath against my cheek. "You think about me even when you don't want to think about me." Our hips were touching now, and my line of vision was filled up completely with his eyes. They stared into my own. "And right now, you want to kiss me."

He tilted his head, started to lean in to my lips. I was taken aback; completely shocked that he could be this sleazy. For a second I was completely frozen, but when I finally snapped out of it and gained control of my body again, I cracked my hand through the air, slapping him hard against the cheek.

"What the hell?" I shoved against his chest to get his body farther away from me, as he lifted up a hand to rub the spot where I'd hit him. "I don't know what game you're trying to play with Stefan here, but I don't want any part of it." At this point I was seething mad, and disgusted. "I don't know what happened in the past, Damon, but let's get one thing straight—I am not Katherine."

I strode away, my footsteps carrying me quickly back towards the cheering crowd of students. When I looked back to see if Damon was following me, I saw that he'd disappeared. Stefan was right about his brother being no good, that was for sure.