[A/N: SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY ON THIS ONE!

Like, seriously!

I've been so busy with planning my Wattpad book and school. I mean, even now I have a stack of science badger assessments to complete! To make it up to everyone, I made this chapter especially long…]

HUGE thanks to PorkChopSmall for her AMAZING beta-ing! And Elena's dress for the party is on my profile.

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

~Salvatore, as in Saviour~

But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.

Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.

We don't care; we aren't caught up in your love affair.

Lorde- Royals

Elena POV-

The crimson liquid drained out of the tip of the marker currently in my hands as the same tip sways on the material that is a calendar.

It has now been a month since that cursed airplane had landed and practically pushed me to my un-doing. I'm pretty sure back then, the temper of the Grinch could be known as myself and I know it's probably known as 'sin' in this situation but I can't help myself but to actually enjoy myself…

My hand, holding the scarlet marker, lingered on square marked with the number '2' wrote in calligraphy and small letters beneath them, forming the word 'October.' I still have no idea how I've survived this long. I shouldn't give myself much credit. Any credit if you think about it. Sure Caroline and Bonnie are straight A students but they surely aren't smart enough to figure out Katherine has an identical twin that will be standing next to her on graduation next May. I'm pretty sure it'll take a GENIOUS to figure out my little secret.

I snapped out of my thought as I realized I had made a hollow hole in the paper of the calendar by not lifting my pen from the material. I quickly pull it back and put the lid on before opening the table stand drawer and throwing it in mahogany drawer and sealing it shut.

I take a down-wards look at myself. I've finally convinced Katherine to un-slut me but all she would do was let me buy some of my own clothes but let her pick the outfit from there. That's probably how I've now ended up wearing a thin maroon sweater, hanging loosely around her body, and a pair of blue, jean shorts hovering just over mid-thigh. As per-usual, my hair was styled in the loose curls they usual are. To top of the look, I'm wearing maroon vans with the white laces sticking out form the contrast of it and a cherry necklace dangling off of my neck.

Eh, better than before.

So you know my usual morning routine, no need to waste time on that really. Let's fast forward. So now, I'm rushing down the stairs like other days. Just as I wrapped my fingers around the handle when I hear my name being called; well...not my name…

Shit.

"Katherine, can you come in here for a minute." I hear Miranda's voice through the walls.

I still in my current position as the initial panic set in. It was bound to happen sooner or later; I personally hoped for later, like a year later or something. Seemed unlikely but it didn't happen. Until now that is.

"Uh…yeah…um…hold on a sec." My clearly flustered voice spoke, I added strength to the words so they would be loud enough to be heard through the same thick walls but it was useless. Hopefully, they took the hint.

I take advantage of the possible 10 seconds of preparation time before they come out and check if some bird swooped in through the windows and kidnapped me because that's what good parents do, apparently. Note sarcasm. I take deep breaths, trying to make out all the scenarios in my head. Soon, enough, I walked up to the door of the living room to see Miranda and Grayson sitting beside each other on the brown leather sofa. I notice past Miranda, a digital clock which read out '7:41' in green, neon numbers. Well, I wouldn't be done anytime soon.

I also couldn't help but notice the full breakfast displayed on the table next to the wall length window, viewing the past countryside. It was been like, I don't know, 17 years since I've had a proper meal. They've all just been McDonalds because that's basically right next to my school.

"You wanted to talk to me Mir-" I, quite literally, bite my tongue from calling my own mom by her first name. That's year 2 equivalent of calling you teacher 'mom.' Not good… "Mom, dad,"

"Oh yes." Miranda's optimistic voice rang out from her moving lips, "Come sit with us for breakfast."

I watched as she and Grayson started standing up, probably planning to move over to the dining table, before they glanced back up to me as if silently asking me to come join them. Me, well 'me' was kind of busy trying to come up with answers for future questions that I definitely knew would be shot at in my direction. But what can I say? I was hungry.

I nudged my feet with my other feet to obey and they were soon enough making their way to the table. I tried to make myself stay calm but the heaving of my chest didn't make it easy for me. First confrontation of the not-so-gruesome-twosome; gee, I wonder what will happen.

I sat down on the white painted chair and looked at the food around me. There were pancakes (my favourite), beautifully cooked waffles with perfectly, brown, crusty tones. The crystal clear jug filled with the burst of colour that is as simple as daily orange juice also made an impression; eh, I prefer coffee but drinking any type of coffee that is not from Starbucks is probably crime. There were crispy, golden toasts with eggs perfectly laid on top of them. Accompanying the plates of food was a large bowl with the bursts of colour channelled by the various fruits cut in it. I could go on and on. It was perfect.

"Sooo," Miranda almost sang, "We made your favourite." She hinted, pointing subtly with her fork to one of the plates of pancakes. To honour the Katherine act, I slide on onto my plate. I cut a little piece (given my hunger) and bring it onto my mouth; although, it did make me choke. Blueberries! Ew!

"Yep," I started, still coughing to get that taste out of my lungs. "I'll stick to the chocolate chip."

Miranda and Grayson exchange confused glances. I don't care if it's 'Katherine's favourite,' I will not let blueberries ruin my prefect breakfast!

We all ate in silence for a few minutes. It almost felt like I could hear the clocks ticking. Actually, I could hear the clock ticking; tick, tick, tick, tick. I awkwardly moved my hand across the table to reach for one of the toast and to drag the butter pallet closer so I could spread it out on my toast. We all ate in more silence before Miranda finally spoke up about what seems like she was holding back all this time.

"Is this about the adoption!?" She raised her voice but it still remained kind and warm, almost defeated.

I almost spit on the toast in my mouth. Seriously, this is about anything but the adoption but I can't really tell her it's because I'm not Katherine can I?

"No, no!" I insisted, dropping the toast from my hand, not caring when it almost bounces off of the plate. "What exactly 'isn't' because of the adoption?" I questioned, twitching one of my eyes almost too closing point in curiosity. But you know as they say, curiosity killed the cat.

"This," she gestured between the three of them at the table. "It's...it's...awkward" she stuttered, trying to find the right word to describe what was going on.

"Well..." Grayson spoke up, finally joining the conversation, "you ladies have got that out of your system." He reasoned, instantly making Miranda and it calm down by the warmth and control in his voice. "Katherine, we wanted to talk about something."

"I'm all ears." To be perfectly honest, my hand was shaking vigorously under the table...

"Well, the annual Founder's Park dance is this evening..." Grayson cut straight to the chase, making my eyes pop out if my sockets.

Panic washed over me. Annual Founder's Park dance!? What?

Miranda seemed to notice my panic and decided to speak up, "Don't worry." She reassured as if she knew what I was worried about. Only I could wish, "I've already bought you a dress I thought you would like. Don't worry, if you don't like it, you could return it and buy a new one. Your choice." She rushed slightly to get on her begrudging daughter's good side. Is this what support feels like?

"Don't worry mom. It doesn't matter. It's only a dress. No biggie." I shrugged as if it didn't mean anything. It didn't. Apparently, it meant a lot to Katherine because followed by my speech, Miranda and Grayson switched glances once again. I really have to stop doing that! Doing what you ask? Well, edging to blow my cover!

"You know how they work each year," I really don't. Miranda started, the tension clearly releasing from her shoulders along with the tension between the three, "It won't be boring or anything. As far as I know, all your friends will be there."

"Is there anything else I need to know?" I asked cautiously, I wouldn't want to miss any details now would I?

Miranda and Grayson, yet again, glimpsed at each other, as if having some sort of telepathy which only married couples share.

"Well…" Miranda cooed with a grin upon her face, "You'll need to bring a date."

"Who are you bringing?!" Caroline practically screeched into my ear.

"Caroline!" I scolded. This was like the sixteenth time she has asked me that. In the past 5 minutes…

"Fine, I'll stop." She let out in a defeated voice. A second of silence that Elena would describe as peace came between the two before Caroline bust out, "Who is it!?"

Elena sighed in defeat. "I don't know…might just go as a lone wolf." I sarcastically drew out. Sure, I was being 'sarcastic' but at the time, I actually meant it.

"Seriously," The very same girl shouted from ear to ear. I was neutrally surprised that we weren't drawing any attention to ourselves. Perks of being popular, right?

Caroline and I were on our way to the cafeteria as it was lunch. You know as they say, time flies when you're…whatever.

"It's tradition that a founding family member brings another founding family member as a date to the annual Founder's Park dance!" She whined, "Don't just break tradition for selfish reasons!" She kept shouting whilst avoiding getting shoved by the avalanche of people. Why is it so crowded? I couldn't help but notice that most of the people here were girls.

Almost simultaneously, Bonnie squeezed through the stampede of screaming girls. "I'm here." Bonnie panted, clearly illuminating the herd of teen girls.

I finally gave up, "What on earth is happening!?" I screamed whilst throwing my hands in the air.

Almost as if the universe giving the answer, I hear Klaus Mikealson voice through a megaphone and him himself standing on a table where all the people here was probably heading.

"Be Damon Salvatore's date for the annual Founder's Park dance! Sign up here ladies!" I heard, followed by some tuning noises from the megaphone that's there after anytime of use. Are they serious!?

"I can't believe I agreed to be his date." Caroline mumbled under her breath.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I groan at the stunt by the duo in the names of Mikealson and Salvatore. Sikealson?

"Well, Klaus isn't that bad…" Caroline started, misinterpreting my point.

"No," My voice started rising, "I meant Damon Freaking Salvatore!"

"You really shouldn't be surprised, Katherine," Bonnie started as we push our way through the crowd, "He does this every year; curse of being a founding family and…well…Damon."

"Bonnie's right you know," Quipped Caroline, "Damon Salvatore's a classic womanizer. And it's common knowledge that womanizers don't 'do' dates, so he'll just take a random girl to his dance and would break the tradition to get on the founding families' nerves." Caroline explained, "But he's our friend and we love him." She jested sarcastically with a wide, fake smile plastered on her face.

We finally arrived at the cafeteria. What Caroline and Bonnie had said had got me thinking. The Damon they explained, I knew was inaccurate. I'd met the guy just a month ago and I can say with 100% precision that Damon is nothing like that. Just damaged…I was so deep in thought; I had absolutely no idea what had been said to me.

"What?" My head hot back up at Bonnie's direction as I had clearly missed her speech.

"I said…" She drawled out, amplifying that I had spaced, "You should go to the dance with Damon. I mean, you guys have a love-hate relationship," I opened my mouth to correct her but she continued, "I mean, you guys could just ignore each other the whole night but keep the tradition going." I waited for her to continue but all there was were the ruckus outside in the form of teenage girls.

For some reason, Bonnie's theory made sense, in the weirdest way possible. I was conflicted; I don't want to ask Damon to the dance but Katherine definitely wouldn't want to break this crazy tradition. I may as well; if he even says no, it would be Katherine getting embarrassed, not me. What the hell!?

I got out of the less crowded cafeteria and jumped into the jungle without a word. I streamlined through the crowd in order to get to the front. Seriously, was the whole school of girls here!? As I passed, I looked around for familiar faces that I may have gotten to know. I almost come to a halt when I actually see a dude jumping up and down to see past all the people. Instead, I keep a walking pace, still confused at what I just witnessed.

I finally reach the table they probably stole from one of the class rooms. As I make my appearance known by a simple cough, Damon's eyes filled with confusion but his lips played the tinniest of smiles. I have to admit, it was kind of adorable. Get your head in the game!

There hung a silence that lasted a second until I realized I was supposed to make the first move. I played a grin upon my face, trying to look confident and make it look like I knew what I was doing. I really didn't.

"So," I started, resisting the urge to break my grin into a smile, which I was failing at by the way, "Want to be my plus one for the dance?"

Damon's lopsided smile turned wide as he shouted at Klaus's direction (who was still standing on the table), "Shut it down buddy!" He turned his head away from Elena but the grin still playing on his face, but not before mumbling for only my ears, "We've got ourselves a winner."

Wow. Just wow.

I guess being the Mayor comes with its perks. No wonder it's called the Lockwood Mansion. And I thought Katherine's house was enormous! The house was coloured in the richest shade of cream with a steel gate formed in patterns in the courtyard. Giant columns descended from the roof and landed on their porch, in front of their elegant, patterned, double doors, leading inside the house.

Tyler Lockwood's one lucky some of a bitch. Who is Tyler? Just another one of the people running in the same social circles, who also is the mayor's son. Apparently, all 'kids' from the founding families are 'friends,' which is sort of true. Katherine Pierce, Caroline Forbes, Tyler Lockwood, Damon Salvatore, Klaus Mikealson. The Bennets aren't really founding family but they are really well known.

I flashed back to reality as I passed the steel gates, leading to the courtyard. I couldn't help take what seemed like my 100th 'sneak peek' at Damon. His skin looked perfectly pale under the moonlight and was wearing a dress shirt, hanging loosely around his upper body, accompanied by a simple black vest with the buttons below undone and his hair in its normal, ruffled style.

I walked beside him, struggling to stay up in heels I forced myself to wear. Can't blame a girl for trying? Turns out, the dress Miranda picked out was actually pretty awesome, in the most 'lady like' way. The dress itself was a lacy, lilac one. Just by looking at it from the bag, I knew it was designer. The navy stitched formed several unique patterns, illuminating the dress with the beauty of the dark. The dress flew outwards from just above the waistline. It ended mid-thigh and was sleeveless with a modest, lacy, neckline. To top of the dress, I wore a pair of white pumps, a silver charm anklet and left my hair in flat curls.

"Did I ever mention how much I hate being a Salvatore!?" Damon involuntarily groaned next to me as I scoffed at his obvious dislike of events.

"They're no picnic for me either." I spit out, begrudgingly as I revert my eyes to anywhere besides his blue crystals. What's happening to me!?

"Are you kidding me Katherine?" He snorted out whilst giving me an amused look. He stared at me for a few seconds, as if waiting for me to surrender and show the real meaning for my, probably, inaccurate statement. When he didn't an answer from me, Damon continued to speak his reasons. "You're Katherine Peirce! You live for founders crap! Seriously, you volunteer every year to 'make your Miss Mystic Falls application look good.'" He rambled, using air quotes to amplify how stupid he thought Katherine's mind worked.

"A girl can change her mind!" I started, using a high pitch voice to make it look like I was trying to convince myself. I really wasn't. "How do you know I didn't secretly hate kissing ass to Mrs Lockwood?"

"Because I know you better than you know yourself." I scoffed at his false statement as we walked through the infamous double doors only to be greeted with Mayor Lockwood.

"Katherine, Damon; nice to see you two here together again. Something's don't change." He acknowledged with a warm smile before greeting other guests.

"This is going to be fun." I mutter under my breath.

"-and then she…Katherine!" Caroline screamed at me, causing my drifting eyes to shoot up from its sleepy state and me to stand up straight from leaning on Damon, who was currently beside me.

Well, if you didn't know already, I'm bored to the ends of this earth. Somehow, I was struggling to stay awake whilst everyone talked about the episodes of Gossip Girl; I wonder why. Opposed to the original plan (a.k.a: Subject Damon), somehow, we hadn't left each other's company since we picked me up like an hour ago.

"Sorry Care," I dazedly drawled out as I straightened herself out, "I sp…spac..." Elena stuttered, feeling her mouth turn into an 'O' shape and a yawn taking her over.

"Don't you yawn, Katherine Peirce! You know those things are contagious!" Caroline scolded before a yawn took her over along with me. "See…" She started again, the yawn muffling her voice, "Wh…what I was talking about?"

Right then, Bonnie decided come up us three, the back of her hand pressed to her mouth, signalling she is probably yawning too.

"Did someone yawn or something?" She asked, her voice muffled just like Caroline. Thanks to Bonnie's statement, I received a 'told you so' look from Caroline. And somehow, I wasn't that sleepy anymore…

"That's my girl." Damon boasted me from beside, his arm draped around my waist to pull me into a mockery hug.

"Don't underestimate me, Salvatore." I shot back playfully before twisting in his arms so I was facing him now.

"You know as they say, Salvatore as in Saviour."

"What does that have anything to do with this situation?" I asked in a mid-giggly tone, "And who says that anyways!?" I continue in a humorous voice but this time rose a little bit.

Damon just scoffed in a feminine manor, "Um, try an Italian dictionary." He easily defended.

We locked eyes for a nanosecond, cherishing how easy it was at that very moment and just how perfect it was before reality had to play a part. That reality's was named Caroline Forbes.

"Ahem." She interjected, "You guys can have your eye-sex and lovey-dovey conversation when I and Bonnie aren't forced to witness it." Caroline mini scolded up, wagging a finger at the two of us.

"Preach." Bonnie backed up Caroline's statement and we both turned to our friends. Though his hand remained on my waist; shouldn't make a big deal out of it, probably doesn't mean anything to him.

The four of us talked. Funny memories that I had never experienced, pranks I was never part of. I would be bummed out if they weren't so freaking entertaining! I mean orange hair dye in shampoo. Classic.

I was in the middle of my fit of laughter when a shrill noise cut through the air that sounded vigorously close to the sound of someone murdering someone. Loudly. Mine, Bonnie's and Caroline's (and a few people around us) hands shot up to cover their ears so the music won't burst their ear drums or whatever. I looked up to see who was responsible for the sudden interruption but saw it was the very person beside me. Instead of doing what I expected him to do, (burst out laughing because got a reaction out of everyone), he stood frozen. Something must be go- for god sakes! What is this?! Skrillix?!

"Damon!" I whined but he still had that ghostly look on his face and his eyes was glued to the ringing phone in his hands. "Damon!" I shouted louder, this time getting attention. Damon looked up to meet my slightly pissed face before realizing I was motioning for his to pick up. Idiot!

He finally got a clue and weaved through the small crowd to the empty space in the dining room. I let out a relived sigh.

"What was that? Murder train from how I met your mother!?" Caroline's high pitched voice screeched in annoyance.

"Sounded more like someone strangling a cat…" I retorted, crossing arms over my chest.

"Maybe even Justin Bieber." Bonnie let out, causing me to giggle and Caroline to give us both pointed looks.

"Okay, back to topic. So we were…"

Just like that, I was bored. Or distracted you can say.

I could see Damon pacing back and forth across the dining room. His hand would occasionally run through his dark locks but wouldn't completely mess it up. Sometimes, this finger nails would tap after one another on the mahogany wood. Sometimes, he would bang his fist into the dusty rose wallpaper. All the while having his phone pressed against his ear. I know that he is an orphan so bad parents could be crossed off of the list. The big question: who is he talking to?

I snapped out of mu musing when I see Damon hanging up (quite furiously, I might add) and start pacing again. I was arguing with myself whether I should go to him and calm him down or to just leave him alone. It's the nice thing to do but I'm Katherine Peirce, I'm not nice. However, when he made a bee-line for the back door, all my arguments against vanished and I made an excuse to go and find him.

Though, I think I'm going to need some help though…

Damon POV

Not this again. I should've known. He had given me a summer pass but inside, I knew he would be back. It is his senior year after all.

My back was pressed against a big oak tree and my eyes skimmed every single window and column of the Lockwood mansion, where everyone is inside having fun whilst I'm outside moping. Just moping. I really hate him. I was actually having fun. I was this close to being in a good position with Katherine. Pun intended. But he just had to swoop in and ruin everything; just like he did all those years ago.

I took a cleansing breath in. it really didn't help.

I let my eyes trail lower from the brim of the building before I notice someone walked towards me. Surely my eyes were playing tricks on me, right? Apparently not because as she got closer, I noticed I knew her features all too well…

"Go back inside Katherine." I ordered in a slightly raised voice so she could hear me through the distance. She didn't stop walked and when she got closer, I noticed her hands were joined behind her back, as if hiding something.

"As if." She promptly replied.

I decided I should just quit trying. When Katherine wanted something, she got it.

"Who was on the phone?" She asked me, forgetting pleasantries. Bad Katherine. She waited about 5 seconds before I wouldn't answer to give up. I looked the other way so I wouldn't look her in the eye. I knew if I did, I'll spill immediately. "Fine, don't answer." She started. "But I think you'll need this." Her hand moved from behind her back and showed what I think is champagne.

"What is that?" I asked, squinting my eyes, showing I'm sceptical. Katherine Peirce did not drink. She moved her other hand, which was carrying a champagne glass and also turned the champagne bottle to read the label.

"Apparently, Cristal Champagne," She read out before moving to sit beside me. "I would've got something stronger but I really didn't feel like breaking into the Mayor's stash. Wouldn't want to be haunted by the ghost of past mayors would I?"

I let out a hearty laugh at her remark. I never remember Katherine being funny.

"I would've brought a better glass too." She continued.

"One glass? Not planning on giving me any?" I mock pouted, snatching the glass and champagne lightly from her hand and pouring it in my glass.

She snatched the bottle right back, "I'm more of a 'drink from the bottle' kind of gal." She retorted.

I raised an eyebrow at her "I thought you were more of a 'no alcohol allowed' type of girl…"

She looked freaked for a split second but that vanished quickly enough for me not to notice. "Does this look like 'no alcohol allowed?" She challenged before bringing the bottle to her lips and taking big, slow gulps. Was it weird I was kind of turned on?

"Definitely not." I took a sip of my glass, feeling kind of stupid for not going for the bottle myself.

The phone call was long forgotten, curtsy of Katherine Peirce.

"So…" She started, taking a quick gulp of the bottle before pouring some in my glass. Her knee was popped up, stuck beside each other with the hem of her dress threatening to fall from over her knee. "Want to have fun?"

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, nervous at what she actually did have in mind.

"I don't know, something." She thought for a while. "I'll race you to the Quarry!"

Seriously Katherine?

"Uh huh," I wagged a finger at her. "Your hearing heels, I'm probably going to win anyways."

"Fine," she huffed. For a second, I thought I had dismissed the idea but then she stood up with her while heels in her hands.

"You're going to get splinters." I warned, stating the obvious.

"10 bucks say I won't." She said defiantly but then I remembered where she spent her summer.

"10 American bucks." I said with my signature smirk in place.

"Dammit." She mumbled under her breath but almost squealed once I started getting up. "You're on."

"You owe me 10 bucks." I retorted through ghosts of previous laugh attacks with her as Katherine and I made our way through the woods back to the Lockwood Mansion. May I mention she was limping?

"Whatever, Salvatore," She mock spat out, "I got to the quarry first so ha." She took another swig of the almost empty Cristal bottle.

"You're going to get drunk you know. Don't you have dinner with the folks?" I asked amused as hell.

"A) I can skip if I want to." She started, walked in a zig zag pattern of sorts "B) nobody can get wasted on champagne. I'll sober up in a minute."

"Key words: in a minute," I pointed out, "You're tipsy and tipsy equals falling and falling equals to injury."

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm 'tipsy', to be honest, I'm sort of in the drunk zone."

I quirked one of my eyebrows, not believing the glint in her eyes suggesting she's telling the truth. "As if," Okay, so maybe I'm a little drunk. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

She remained slight for a moment but all I needed to know for now is that we stopped walking. Probably her infamous need to be right; she turned around and made a fist on my white shirt whilst slamming her back lightly on the nearest tree truck and pulling me closer with her fist in my shirt. I swear, my heart stopped for a minute but now it just got faster. God, when did I turn into such a girl!? But I really couldn't think about that now, not that I wouldn't, I couldn't if I tried because all I can think of right now is how close we are… Her rosy lips are parted slightly and her warm breath on my own lips. I want feel the softness of it again, just like in that closet; nay, I desire it. I dipped my head down slowly, giving her every second possible to back away but was going metaphorical summersaults when all she did was inch forward, her gaze focused on my lips.

Our lips were less than a centimetre away before a noise interrupted us.

Crash!

The glass, no doubt the champagne bottle, made us both jerk away just an inch before awkwardness set in.

"I...uh…um" She started stuttering. If this was a few months ago, she'd probably say 'bummer' or something. Never did I expect this…

"Should go?" I finished off for her with a small smile, receiving a small smile and nod from her. She eased out of mu embrace and started walking away on her tip-toes to not put pressure on her splinter.

I knew right then that I was ready…

"Katherine!" I called. She looked over her shoulder, the wrinkles on her forehead visible. Why did she have to just so damn adorable!? "The person on the phone…it was my brother…"

I waited for a reaction from her but after a second, I received a genuine smile and she started walking away. I definitely expected something else…

Something's not right…

[A/N: And FIN. Took so many writers blocks to get through this chapter! And it's the longest so far!

Trust me when I say, right when I was writing that last scene, I was full on planning another DELENA kiss but I changed my mind. Muhahaha! I know, I know; I'm evil. Just imagine me in my secret lair with red lights, in a black spinney chair stroking an oversized rabbit.

So, I got so many notifications last chapter! I was like, "HOLY SUGAR!" except, I didn't say sugar… Oh well, I was pretty much blown away. Keep it up then maybe I'll make Damon find out soon…]

Next Chapter- Elena gets the explanation about Damon's brother from Katherine. She continues to avoid Damon for the rest of the school day and has an important run in with Rebekah. Also, there is a very special part in the next chapter…

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