Friday Night Bites Part One

Arabella Gilbert should have been in Mr. Tanner's sophomore class right about now, but in all honesty she was no in the mood to see in his bitchy face. In fact, Arabella was hardly in the mood for anything at the moment. So what was she doing instead of being in first period history like a good little girl? She was outside the gym smoking a cigarette.

She blew the puff of smoke in the air while she hum an old song. Arabella honestly didn't want to be here. Jenna had practically had to pull her out of bed. She hadn't even taken care of her appearance, instead she had just put on a pair of jeans and old Mystic Falls sweatshirt.

In all honestly, Arabella though she should be in jail not worried about a stupid sophomore class. Her hands shivered slightly as she remembered that her hands had been covered with blood.

Arabella squinted slightly as she tried to forget about it. It wasn't your fault, she told herself. She was drunk, she started fighting you. You were just defending herself.

If that was the case though, she though bitterly why did she practically threw up when she saw blood. Why couldn't she sleep at night? Why? Why? Arabella threw the cigarette butt on the floor as she heard the bell ring. She smirked, well at least she managed to avoid Mr. Tanner for one more day. Perhaps she could skip the rest of her classes.

Arabella went towards her old hiding spot by the gym where she and Matt used to spend a lot of time making out before classes (good boy Matt would never miss class.) She traced her fingers around the pink heart that she had goofily drawn with pink chalk MD+ACG. Matt Donovan plus Arabella Chastity Gilbert. Wow, that had felt like such a long time ago.

She had been so innocent back then. So naïve. She griped her hand. No, she was not going to be that sad pathetic girl anymore. This was a new school year beside everything had changed and she was no longer the naïve girl that she once was.

Arabella spent the rest of the day between smoking cigarette, setting up a Tinder account, and eating stolen pop tarts from the cafeteria. At 3PM she uncurled from her hiding spot, grateful that the school day had ended. Then she felt her heart sink slightly as she remembered what she had waiting for her after school cheerleading practice. She couldn't even miss it because Caroline was far scarier than Tanner.

Besides she could do with a bit of a workout. She changed in her car into a pair of short and a blue tank top and headed towards the football field. Bonnie Bennett and her sister were already stretching. Elena had been acting weird ever since Arabella came back, as if she had forgotten that she had a sister.

Bonnie, however looked happy to see her. "Bella!" she got up and hugged her tightly. "Where were you?" she asked reproachfully. "You just disappeared and you didn't answer my emails all summer."

"Sorry," Arabella softened when she saw Bonnie. "The Wi-Fi at cheer camp sucked." She looked around, but failed to see the blond. "Where's Caroline?"

Elena gave a little role of her eyes, but she seemed to be softening towards Arabella. "Caroline is being Caroline. She likes making her dramatic entrance. There she is." Her voice darkened. "With him."

Bonnie and Arabella turned around and they did indeed see the perky blond in a red sports car with a dark hair stranger sitting next to her. Caroline was wearing big sunglasses and a scarf around her neck.

"Who is that?" Arabella grumbled. He was hot, that was for sure, but he also seemed like the kind of guy who thought that he was a huge big shot. The kind of asshole that Arabella hated.

"Tall, handsome mysterious guy," Bonnie simpered.

"That is no mystery guy that is Damon Salvatore."

"Salvatore? As in Stefan?"

"Who?"

"Stefan," Elena murmured. "He's this new guy I'm dating."

Arabella looked surprise, she knew her sister was sweet. But usually she was too shy to ask someone out. "Well, good for you."

"I got my own Salvatore now," Caroline simpered as she walked towards the field. Her blue eyes widened when she saw Arabella as she gave her a tight hug. "Arabella, you're here! I thought you had gotten lost in Siberia or something."

"Unlike you I finish cheer camp," Arabella reminded her, but Caroline was not listening anymore she was heading towards the middle of the field. "Come on ladies! And a one and two- "

Despite the fact that Arabella had gone to cheer camp, Arabella had a hard time following the steps. For some unknown reason her eyes continued to travel towards the dark hair man.

"Uh, Arabella, sweetie," Caroline broke her thoughts in an annoyed voice and it took Arabella a moment to realize that she had missed over half of the steps. "Why don't you go stand there and watch."

Arabella felt her cheeks flushed and then a twinge of annoyance hit her, did Caroline have to be so damn bossy? She headed towards a nearby tree to avoid the heat. She felt as footstep approached her and she stiffen slightly. "What?" she demanded.

The so called man named Damon pulled away with a smirk on his face. "Touchy, touchy, what are you doing here in these neck of the woods. Did you piss off cheerleader Barbie or what?"

"Something like that," Arabella said lightly not wanting to give Damon too much information.

"You don't like me," Damon said.

"I admit, I'm not the biggest fan of strangers." She quipped.

"But I'm not a stranger," Damon purred as he offered his hand. "I'm Damon Salvatore."

Arabella gave in and shook his hand, "Arabella Gilbert."

"Elena's sister?"

"The one and only."

"Bella!" Elena called back and Arabella turned around, noticing that practice was already over. "I better go- "she started to say, but Damon was already gone.

When Stefan return home from school he saw Damon sitting on a chair in his room looking less than pleased. "Damon," Stefan said flatly.

"How were tryouts?" Damon asked sarcastically as he flipped through Stefan's diary. "Very Emerson like the way that you express yourself with some many adjectives. Why didn't you tell me there was another sister? The younger one?"

"I barely found out today," Stefan said. "Elena barely told me. I'm meting her for dinner."

"Lucky you. She looks exactly like another sister that we use to know." He raised an eyebrow. "Ring a bell brother? Sofia Petrova? Katherine's half-sister. If I put two and two together. I say Isobel slept with whoever Arabella's daddy is."

"Leave her out of this Damon," Stefan demanded. "She's not your chew toy for you to play with."

Damon pretended to be offended. "Please, brother I treat women much better than that. I have to go. I have a date. Sweaty palms wish me luck."

Arabella couldn't believe that Elena had invited Stefan to dinner. She had never meet the guy what was she supposed to say? Bonnie was sitting next to her blabbering to Elena about being a suppose witch. "You tell me, I'm watching TV and then the commercial I was telling you, the one about the talking duck comes on air."

"Oh, no not the commercial." Elena giggled.

Bonnie didn't think that was very funny. "Well, how about today. I can't stop thinking about the numbers 8, 14, and 22."

"Maybe you're going to win the lottery." Arabella joked as she chewed on a grape. "Maybe you should ask your grams."

"She's probably going to say that you really are a witch." Elena said shoving takeout food into nice plates.

"You know he's going to know you suck at cooking sooner or later."

Elena threw her a napkin. "Shut up Bella!" the doorbell rang. She fluffed her hair. "There he is."

-End of Chapter One-

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