A/N: Surprise, bitch. Bet you all thought you saw the last of me.

Elena woke up in Damon's arms! Caroline, her roommate, is suspicious of Damon's intents but Elena brushes off her warnings. Receiving a call from Katherine, Damon leaves confused by Elena's changed demeanor.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all but the plot. All rights go to their proper owners. I am a broke ass college student with debt who ships Delena.

DPOV

Damon heaved out a heavy moan before collapsing on the dance floor. Damon had spent the weekend helping Katherine move into her new apartment before having to go to practice and then pulling an all nighter for a pop quiz that had been announced that same night. Following the weekend was that pop quiz, more practice, and today was running and Damon hated being forced to run.

Late Sunday night, Elena had texted him at 3AM saying she was cancelling practice until Thursday. When he texted her back asking why, he never heard back from her. Figuring he would just see her Tuesday in her art class when he was modelling, he brushed off the cold front from Elena. When Tuesday rolled around, Elena had ignored him and rushed out of class when it was finished. Growing more frustrated, Damon received another late night text Wednesday night, saying to show up early and be prepared for practice tomorrow.

Rubbing his calf softly, he peered around the studio, seeing no signs of Elena. Elena was always here first, whether it was for practicing or cleaning up the studio. It just didn't make any sense. Shaking his head, Damon decided to get started on his stretches before changing out of his soccer practice uniform.

By the time he had finished stretching and changing, Elena still hasn't come into the studio. Furrowing his eyebrows, Damon pulled out his phone to see no new notifications. Damon bit his lip before opening up Elena's contact and was about to press call when the doors burst open.

In rushed a red faced Elena who threw her stuff on the floor before walking to the middle of the studio.

"Did you stretch already?" Elena said with a huff.

"Yup." Damon made sure to emphasize the pop of the "p" in the word, which only seemed to annoy Elena as her eyes narrowed on his lips.

"Alright, well let's get started. We'll start from the body lift of the routine and work from there," Elena said as she stood in front of Damon.

"Really? No explanation on why you came in late?" Damon said as he poked Elena's side in a joking manner.

"Stop!" Elena snapped as she slapped Damon's hand away. She shuffled away from him before starting to breathe really hard.

"Whoa, what's got you all tightened up?" Damon put his hands up as a sign of peace but Elena didn't seem to want to take any of it. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, her face red, her feet planted in a defensive manner, and her eyes cold and ready to pick a fight with him. To be honest, he wasn't really quite sure what to do at this point.

"Either quit with the questions or leave," Elena said with a flat voice, causing Damon to look back at her in surprise.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What the fuck did I say or do wrong to get you this aggressive?" Damon said in a louder voice before flinging his arms out. This was just coming out of nowhere and he was in no mood to handle a tantrum right now.

"What's wrong with me? What about you?! You're insufferable and cocky and conceited! You're a man slut who just uses woman!" Elena had stomped her foot against the ground and pointed an accusatory finger towards him, as she screamed out those words.

"Just stating well known facts, hunny!" Damon shouted right back at before whipping his body and walking back to his stuff, packing away his stuff.

"Is this what this is about? About how I almost slept with you?" Damon gritted out through his teeth as he shoved various items back into his backpack, not even sure if he was packing his own things. He grabbed deodorant and smelled it randomly before shoving into it the depths of his backpack, hand crushing the body of the deodorant.

"That has nothing to do with any of this!" Elena growled out in a low voice before walking over to Damon's backpack and pulling stuff back out.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Damon hissed as he gripped Elena's wrist in his hand. His fingers tightened around her wrist, forcing her to drop his jersey but only did Elena wince did he realize how hard he was gripping her.

Let out a huff of frustration, Damon picked up his jersey which had fallen on the bench and stuffed it back into his backpack.

"I have no idea why you decided to freeze me out all of the sudden, but just remember it was you who approached me. You were the one who asked me to dance with you," Damon's eyes narrowed on Elena's who eyes just darted away from his intense stare.

Taking in a deep breath and dragging a hand through his hair, Damon let out a deep ragged breath.

"I'm in over my head with shit to deal with, Elena. And honestly, this isn't the top of my priority list if you're going to snap at me for no reason. I have goals that I need to achieve other than for my own sake," Damon muttered under his breath. Looking up, he saw Elena's eyes widened as if he had slapped her.

Biting the bottom of his lip, Damon sighed before picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He turned and stood facing away from Elena for a minute before just walking out of the studio.

Walking through the doors, there was a lot more he wanted to say. A lot more words intentionally picked out to cut her down, to inflict pain, and make it hurt for her. But Damon's had his own share before. The physical and mental abuse from his dad. The verbal out lash he's gotten from Stefan when Stefan goes on his tirades. He's felt enough hurt from just words to know better than to inflict that on others.

Gripping his fists tightly on the straps of his backpack, he started walking towards the only place he could turn to. Though not the best, not his proudest, he started walking towards what he knew was a bad decision. Temptation luring him in.

Unlocking the door, Damon set his backpack down in the living room before taking a glance around the apartment to see and hear nothing. Perking an eyebrow up and walking into the bedroom, Damon let out an audible gasp before groaning out loud, seeing a sight he never wanted to see again.

"You're got to be shittin' me. In what fucked up dimension am I in to deserve this?" Damon growled as he stared as Mason's bare ass and threw up his hands due to frustration.

Katherine let out an irritated sigh, one in the sense of being interrupted rather than embarrassed while Mason scrambled to cover himself with Damon's dark navy sheets.

"In my own fuckin' bed," Damon hissed as he approached Katherine in his bed.

Katherine's face remained indifferent, although Damon should have known better. He should have known that when he started this fling with Katherine, she wouldn't be committed. He knew she would be unashamed by any and all of her actions. He should have known but yet here he was, wondering the best way to dispose of these tainted sheets.

"Hey, dude. Look don't lo-" Mason started off as he tried to stand up and reason with Damon.

"Shut up, dude. You're a worthless piece of shit who doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as the rest of the human population. I hope you get your dick stuck in a fucking meat grinder because honestly if you're going to fuck this insecure manipulative bitch, don't do it in my fucking apartment, in my fucking bed," Damon said as he poked his index finger into Mason's chest several times, probably enough to leave a bruise.

Turning around, Damon pinched the bridge of his nose before turning around and punching Mason in the face.

"Honestly, it's called human decency!" Damon shouted as Mason clutched his bleeding nose, whining on the ground.

"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic, Damon?" Katherine drawled out as she started pulling on her underwear and clothes, unashamed of her nakedness.

"No. I want you and your little doggy to get the fuck out of my apartment. When I come back, my sheets that you fucked on, will not be within 100 feet radius of my apartment. My bedroom will be tidy as fuck, and you two will never cross paths with me again unless you want to feel the pain of multiple pairs of cleats digging into the side of your face."

Standing in front of Katherine, Damon took one final glance over Katherine.

"Your eyebrows are uneven and hair is dry as fuck. Use conditioner for god's sake."

And with that, Damon left his apartment.

A/N: Ta-da! I know I haven't updated in a while but I've finally been able to catch a break to really relax for the first time in a long time. Please don't hate me. I do intend on finishing up all my stories I have!

Summer is here, but I'm still taking classes, working 40 hours a week, and doing research so I hope to still find time to update more frequently!

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