HI, GUYS! i know it's been a while but i don't know how i just stumbled upon all the reviews and found my inspiration and i just thought 'the show must go on' haha. So here's an eventful chapter. i hope you enjoy it.

Damon POV

I racked my brain for a suitable example to this damned question. Damn chemistry. Damn exams. Damn studies. And while I'm at it, Damn life!

I sighed and knowing that hating everything would not get me anywhere, I started listing all the chemicals in my head. Highly explosive, highly explosive. Which one was highly explosive? Damn, this was so EASY. Why couldn't I remember anything?!

Well, it could be because of the fact that highly explosive reminded me closely of….

Elena Gilbert.

Two months ago, if you would've asked me my views on this little one here, I would've said "cute little thing, kinda sexy with that kitten like body". Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. I would've looked at her with the eyes of a predator.

Lately, I can't help but notice more.

The way her eyes twinkle with laughter or mischievousness, the way her eyebrows crease with confusion, the way those kissable lips form a little pout, how she's always playing with her hair; sometimes curling a strand around her finger, sometimes braiding it, sometimes flipping it over her shoulder in annoyance. Every action she made, everything she said didn't go unnoticed by me.

Jee, even to myself, I sounded like such a sappy little idiot. But I just couldn't help it. Anything and everything I saw or did or heard reminded me of her and I was so sick of it. Even my dreams didn't seem to be much of an escape.

Damn me and my stupid hormones.

It was just supposed to be a game. She was the one who was supposed to be played, not ME.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the devil hunched sulkily on her answer sheet. Why? Was her test complete? Did she not know an answer? WHAT?

Then suddenly, her face scrunched and she yawned bringing her tiny fists to cover her mouth in the process.

How cute..

STOP IT! This is so annoying. And unfair. How dare she just sits there innocently looking all cute and guiltless while my mind is hyperventilating, troubled and seething with helplessness.

As If sensing my glare, she turned slightly in her desk and raised a questioning eyebrow at me. I immediately looked back down. And that was the end of it.

Urgh, who am I kidding? Maybe for her it was. For me, the rest of the period was spent thinking about how cute she looked while she yawned, the test long forgotten.

Elena POV

Barium azide, silver acetylide, methyl nitrate..

And the list goes on and on and on.

Honestly? How hard was the question? Even HE couldn't be that dumb. And the glare? What about that? did he think I killed his puppy or something?

Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore I nudged his foot below the table to get his attention and hissed the answer to him. As soon as I was sure that he'd got it, I got up with my sheet, passed it over to the invigilator( who was nearly asleep on the chair) and made my way out.

But I wasn't too late to notice his glare on my retreating back.

"HEY! Wait up!" I called out to the brooding figure marching ahead as I struggled with my heavier-than-necessary books and jogged all the way to catch up with him.

Damon turned around and let out a tired sigh.

What the hell?

"Um.. how was the test?" I asked lightly. He just let out a little grunt, rolled his eyes and began walking again as if my question was not worth the answer.

Aha!

SO, that's whats bugging him! The test! It really was hard.

"I take it not so good" I guessed.

Silence

"If you don't want to discuss then its okay"

Silence

"Damon?"

Silence

"I ate turtle eggs"

Silence!

"Hey!" I yanked on his sleeve to get his attention. He turned around with an exasperated look on his face

"What?" he drawled slowly.

"What "what"? What's wrong with you? " I asked, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

"Nothing" he shrugged casually.

"Is this about the diary?"

Sigh. Scowl. Anndd, he's walking away.

"DAMON?!" I yelled, yanking him back.

"I said its nothing!" he glared, turning back around.

"Nothing?" I scoffed "You're acting all PMSy and moody and you're BROODING! That's not you!"

"Who am I, Elena? Please enlighten me" he snapped and tore his arm away from my hand.

Now that hurt.

"Uhh, But you're never upset or annoyed. Did I say something wrong?" I asked hesitantly and dare I say a bit scared.

"Look, I'm fine. Just leave it alone." He said, his gaze softening.

Back off, girlie. Now's not the time.

For the first time, I actually agreed with my sub consciousness.

"Okay" I said.

He paused, as if to say something but then seemed to think better of it and walked away again, leaving me confused. This time, I didn't dare stop him.

"And he's just walked away?"

"uh-huh"

"Without saying anything?"

I 'hmm'ed in agreement.

"That's weird" Caroline said, taking a sip of her latte.

"I know. He's been a little off, lately."I said, fishing around in my purse for the house keys.

I unlocked the door and we both headed inside, dumping our coats on the couch and throwing the empty glasses in the bin.

"you should talk to him, Elena" Caroline said, taking her claimed seat on the bean-bag in my room. I sighed, running my hands through my hair and taking a spot on my bed. "maybe I just need to give him some space"

"I mean, he seems pissed but for some reason, I think he's pissed at ME" I confessed, laying down.

Caroline scrunched up her face in confusion and got up, laying down beside me.

"Why would that be?" she asked, nibbling on her lower lip.

I kept quiet, refusing to tell her about the incident in the car. I'd sound like a stuck-up bitch. So instead, I muttered a quiet 'I don't know'

I don't know how long we lay there, both caught up in our own thoughts when caroline suddenly sat up straight, startling me.

"Call him" she said impatiently

"What?" my my, where was this coming from

"I said 'call him'" caroline emphasized

"okay wait, not a long time ago, you were hating the idea of me being anywhere close to him, what happened?" I asked, half confused and half annoyed.

"Elena" Caroline said impatiently

"Don't 'elena' me!" I scowled.

"Okay, look. I know you hate him-"

"I don'-"

"Shush! But ever since you've gotten involved with him, I've seen nothing but joy on your face. You get all hyped up when we talk about him. And you try to hide it! But truth is, I've never seen you this alive! Especially not since…" she trailed off and a heavy feeling settled in my chest.

"Especially not since my parents died" I finished quietly. We sat there silently.

Even my sub-consciousness had nothing snarky to say.

"Bu-" I began

"No! look, you can call me an idiot, cry, deny it all you want AFTER you think about what I just said. Put aside all the stereotypes for one second. And just ask yourself- 'does he make me happy?'"

"I can't, Care! Not for a second because….because if I start feeling again, it's not gonna end good"

"For who, Elena?" She asked softly.

"For any of us"

"I like you. You've got spunk"

"You're too much fun than my daily life"

"you know me"

"Don't you know? I'm always bored."

"You're not the worst company in the world, Elena"

"I don't want you to hate me"

I sighed and tossed again, still unable to escape into the beautiful and relaxing realm of unconsciousness.

Damn you, caroline!

I swear, it's all her fault. It was SO much easy before to just ignore all those words and those actions and those feelings.

And now! Now, it felt like they were just waiting to burst out of me. Every time I closed my eyes, I just-

URGh!

I don't want this! I don't want to feel this way.

Damn you, Damon Salvatore!

Why couldn't he have left me alone? This is what he did, isn't it? Trick girls and then leave them to be miserable. I should've been more bitchier. I should've never let him get close to me.

Damn me!

I promised myself I wouldn't fall for that sexy smirk, those flattering words, that cute pout.

And as much as I hated to admit it, I missed him. I missed that cocky, playful idiot and he didn't like me anymore.

Your fault. You always pushed him away.

You're…er..I'm right. It's better now. This is how it's supposed to be.

It was times like these when I missed my mom the most. She always made me feel better.

I looked at the watch. 1 am.

Great. At least tomorrow's a Sunday.

I got up, heading down to the kitchen and knocked a lamp post on my way.

Perfect. At least no one was home.

CRASH!

What the-

I was alone, right?

"Jermey? Jenna? Are you guys back?" I called out, heading towards the noise.

"Jeremy…." I came to a halt upon seeing the shadow looming over the front gate. Picking up the nearest object I could find, I slowly moved forward.

"Jer?" i called out, more shakily this time. When I didn't get an answer, I switched on the porch lights and immediately heard a groan. Wait. I know this person.

I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open to find-

"Damon?"

Hair disheveled, eyes red, gaze unsettled, clothes mangled.

Overall, he looked absolutely delicious…..and drunk.

He looks at me then, his eyes going from pinched-tightly-due-to-the-lights to wide in a second. He didn't even try to be subtle while doing my entire body scan.

Feeling extremely confused and exposed in my short shorts and tank, I step back into the safe darkness of my home.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I wanted to see you" yeah, I was not stupid enough to not notice the slur in his voice but chose to ignore it.

"Why, bored again?" I tease lightly, switching off the porch lights because honestly, I was starting to get really self-conscious while he looked at me like a kid being exposed to half melted ice-cream with multicolor jelly and sprinkles on the top. (What? It's my favourite)

I hear him chuckle and move forward, closing the door behind him.

"yeah, sure, come in" I say sarcastically and lead him to the kitchen, picking up a robe on my way and wrapping it tightly around myself.

He follows me, a bit too closely and stumbles frequently on his way.

He's so drunk.

Yeah, it didn't take a genius to figure that out.

"so, if you're not bored then..?" I ask sitting on the bar stool in front of him.

He doesn't say anything, just continues to stare at me with a dark gaze mixed with…something. A long moment passes where we just stand there staring at each other.

"Damon?!" I snap finally and he sighs.

"What's wrong with you? You keep ignoring me in school and snap when I try to talk to you-"

"Well, now you know how I feel" he drawls, still not looking in my eyes

I grumble, annoyed. He did have a point.

"I'm sorry-" his eyes snap to me. "What are you sorry for?" he asks, stepping forward. My breath gets stuck in my throat.

"For how I've acted and the things I said.." I trail off breathlessly when he gets too close. I had no idea why I was even bothering to say these things.

"You don't have to apologize! It's me who should! I..I'm a selfish bastard, I forced you into spending time with me and I..I'm rude to you then…" he swears under his breath, turning away from me and punches the wall behind him.

"Dammit!" he yells.

"Damon!" I try to grab his arm but he pulls away.

"No! You don't have to apologize! It's not necessary.." I ramble on, trying to get him to calm down. He keeps shaking his head like a mad man and muttering profanities under his breath.

I was very worried, I had never seen him like this. For a second, I think about calling someone but who..

I finally just grab his chin and force him to look at me. It's as if the second our eyes meet, everything comes to a stop.

"Stop it!" I order. His eyes drops to my mouth and he gently moves forward, his thumb grazing my lip.

No, I can't.

It's me who pulls away this time

"Don't do that" he says hoarsely, grabbing at his hair.

"What?" I say meekly.

"Touch me like that and then expect me not to touch you" he growls, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry" I breath out, licking my lips, earning another growl.

"God! What have you done to me, Elena?" he yells suddenly, catching me off-guard.

"What?" I snap back but he seems to babble on.

" I..I can't sleep, I can't eat. I keep seeing you everywhere. I bloody close me eyes, you appear. You just keep popping up everywhere! Can't you just leave me alone?" He seemed to realize then that he'd said too much because he turned away with a curse, bracing his arms against the wall he'd been punching not long ago.

All the emotions I had kept pent up inside burst out and I suddenly lean back against the bar stool, feeling like I would topple over any moment by the force of his words. God, how was I supposed to resist him now?

I raise my hand shakily and place it on his shoulder and his body ripples at the contact. He turns around slowly, leaning forward and places his forehead against mine, his hands pulling my body towards him.

"I'm not a saint, Elena. I'm not going to be able to hold it in much longer if you do that. " he husky voice sends shivers down my spine and I hesitantly move my hand back.

He sighs.

No matter what I might feel for him, he was drunk right now. I couldn't do this while there was a chance that he might not remember any of this in the morning.

"We'll talk tomorrow, you're drunk right now" I whisper, pulling away. Any longer, I wouldn't have remembered why I needed to say 'no'.

He reluctantly lets me go, turns around and begins to leave.

"What I feel…it's crazy, Lena. But I'm not giving up."

And with that, he walks out of the house, leaving me speechless.

The last thing I hear is the door slam.

So? What do you think?

i didnt want them to kiss just now. Plus, I will try to update more regularly.

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