Cannonball
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from The Vampire Diaries.
Gah, would you believe that I had another drama with this chapter again? I don't have Microsoft Word anymore, so have been relying on writing all my chapters pretty much straight through FFN. So while writing this...I clicked the save button about half way through and was left with a lovely 'Authorization required please log in' message! Luckily I didn't lose the ENTIRE chapter this time, but a good chunk of it was gone, lost into the mass of cyberspace!
So apologizes if the first section of this chapter is a bit on the 'meh' side because I was completely fed up and annoyed at myself for making the same mistake twice on the same story!
December 6th 2012.
Thursday 3:05pm.
Mystic Falls
"Damon!" I turn around by my locker to see Rebekah practically skip towards me. "I got you something." she grins as she approaches me.
"Ok..." I raise my eyebrow at her suspiciously as she digs into her bag and pulls out a red tie and I look at her questionably.
"It's for the dance, duh." she rolls her eyes at me and pushes the tie against my chest so I have no choice but to take it.
"I am very much capable of buying my own tie, Rebekah." I scoff slightly as I put one of my books into my locker, so glad that this boring day of school is over with.
"I don't care, you need to wear this one so it matches my dress." she informs me and immediately swing back around to face her.
"Whoa there, what? There is no way in hell that we are wearing matching outfits! Not a chance!"
"Don't be so pissy, Salvatore." she shuts me down immediately. "It's a formal! We're supposed to match. Just wear the damn tie and pick me up at 7, and don't you dare be late!" she tells me sternly. "See you tomorrow!" she winks at me with a smile before skipping off and I mutter to myself under my breath as I shove the stupid tie into my pocket.
"Aw how cute." I cringe immediately at that recognizable annoying voice. "You're taking little Bex to the dance? Don't forget to save your money for some juice boxes."
"Katherine." I send her a mocking fake smile. "Always a pleasure. Where you been lately? I haven't felt these unpleasant shivers run down my spine for a little while now."
"Miss me?"
I let out a dry laugh. "Oh sure."
She rolls her eyes slightly. "I'll have you know, after that little sex tape stunt that you so kindly pulled for my benefit, I decided to give myself and this pleasant town some much needed space."
"How generous of you. Don't you think a little more space is needed? I mean, it's already getting crowded around here, maybe you should run back to whatever little cave you crawled out of."
"Your sense of humor is getting worse by the day it seems, doesn't surprise me if that's the company you seem to be keeping these days." she motions to Rebekah who is stood by the exit doors talking with some friends. "Or are you babysitting? That's cute if so, a little cradle snatcher-ish, but still, cute."
I sigh loudly because I really have better things to do with my time than to be subjected to this. "Is there a reason why you're bothering me right now?"
She shrugs casually and takes a step towards me. "Maybe?"
I groan in annoyance. "Just spit it out, Katherine. I don't have time to play your stupid games nor do I have the patience for them."
"Fine. Tell Barbie over there that you're no longer taking her to Winter Formal."
"And why the hell would I do that?"
"Because you're taking me instead." she smirks at me and I look at her for a moment before I burst out laughing. I watch as she smirk falters for just a second before she plasters it straight back on her face again.
"You can't be serious?" I look at her in amazed amusement.
"Why not? You can't honestly tell me that you'd prefer to take that child instead of me?" she asks cattily.
"Actually, that's exactly what I'm telling you." I smirk. "And I'm a little intrigued to find out why you would think otherwise?"
"Oh come on." she takes a step forward so we are standing toe to toe and I can tell immediately that she is about to turn on the famous Katherine Pierce charm. "You and me...we have history." she runs her hand slowly down my chest.
"Exactly." I grab her hand and shove it away. "History is exactly what we have, and that's what it's going to stay. Just because Mason doesn't want you anymore doesn't mean you can delude yourself into thinking that I would still be interested in you. In case that sex tape stunt wasn't clear enough for you, I don't like you Katherine and I don't want anything to do with you. Yes, we somewhat dated a long time ago, but you cheated on me, and then we started hooking up but that was just because I was bored and you're easy, and honestly, the sex wasn't even really that good." I smirk at her as her face twists into an angry glare. "I've had much better, you were kinda sloppy actually."
"You can be such an asshole, Damon!"
I shrug with a grin and place both of my hands on her shoulders and push her backwards out of my way before letting go of my grip onto her shoulders.
"Enjoy trying to find some poor naive foolish sap to take you to the dance, Katherine." I call over my shoulder to her with a satisfied smirk when I notice the disheartened look on her face.
I mean really though, what the hell did she expect?
I walk outside and head towards the parking lot to get to my car when I spot Klaus stood by the side of the building, a cigarette placed between his lips as he casually leans against the wall.
I stop for a moment, knowing that I haven't really spoken to him much since he found out about Elena. He's barely been in school, and when he has he kept our conversations brief and about topics that do not consist of a certain dark brown eyed beautiful brunette.
I decide to bite the bullet and approach him. I mean, he has to stop being pissed at me eventually, right?
"Hey." I speak first and watch as he tilts his head slightly acknowledge me. "You need a ride?"
"I'm good mate." he replies simply and I pause for a moment before continuing.
"Why don't you come over to my place tonight? We can have a few beers? It's been a while..." I try and sound normal but this politeness is so unfamiliar to me. I'm not used to trying to mend fences with people.
"Not tonight mate." he throws his cigarette onto the ground and stands on it before he pushes himself off from the wall and goes to walk away.
"How long is this going to go on for?" I call after him, starting to get annoyed that he is still being so damn pissy about this.
"What?" he tries to play dumb but it doesn't work.
"You know what, Klaus. You giving me the cold shoulder..."
He lets out a cold dry laugh and takes a step back towards me. "Do you really want to start this conversation here of all places?" he raises his eyebrow challenging.
"Well no not particularly but here is the only place I can seem to hold even a slither of a conversation with you these days." I argue back.
"And yeah why exactly do you think that is, huh?"
I sigh loudly. "Klaus...I told you how I feel, ok? Is that not good enough for you? I don't know what else you want me to say."
He lets out another chuckle and it makes me frown. "It's not about how you feel Damon and even who you feel it for, it's the constant never-ending secrets and lies that you have been spewing for months now! You're lying to everyone and you're also lying to yourself if you think that any of this is going to end well!"
I clench my jaw tightly and will myself to stay calm and not react angrily to that last comment. " I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but I didn't tell anyone! No one else knows about this, Klaus! Look...I just...I wish you'd take a moment to understand me here, put yourself in my position, what would you do?"
"What would I do? I wouldn't let myself get into that position in the first place. I wouldn't betray my family for some stupid slutty girl who is going to dump your ass the second she comes out of her rebellious phase and goes back to being Daddy's spoiled princess who fucks half the football team!"
My fist lands against his jaw before I even realize what is happening and before I know it we have broken out into a full on fight.
Punches are flying, we're tumbling around on the muddy floor like a pair of idiots and it doesn't take too long before I feel a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and pull me off Klaus who is also being held back and I've noticed that we have caught the eye of a handful of our fellow students.
"What the hell man?" I recognize Stefan's voice instantly and I shove him off me before looking over at Klaus breathlessly who is wiping some blood from his nose as Kol reluctantly lets him go. "What is this?" my little brother looks between the two of us completely bewildered and shocked but before I can even open my mouth Klaus speaks up.
"Nothing mate. It's nothing." he replies while looking me dead in the eye and I feel my entire body sink in relief.
"Well it clearly isn't nothing!" Kol decides to join in the fun.
"Just mind your own, alright little brother?" Klaus pushes past him and walks off and I remain still for a moment before looking at Kol who is clearly waiting for an explanation, as is my own brother.
Great.
"Just a small disagreement that we both overreacted about." I hold my hands up slightly. "No teen drama here, ok?"
Kol rolls his eyes slightly with a sigh. "Whatever, you two sort out your own shit then." he shrugs clearly over the whole situation and I watch as just like Klaus, he turns and leaves.
"I don't buy it." Stefan frowns at me and I roll my eyes and start to walk away but he grabs my arm and pulls me back.
I glance at his hand on my arm then back at him, my eyebrow raised challenging him and watch as his face falters for a moment before he slowly removes his hand.
"You and Klaus don't just fight like that..."
"You don't know about anything that me and Klaus may or may not do." I roll my eyes at him but he doesn't look appeased so I go with the solution that I seem to be doing best these days.
Lying.
"Look, I made an inappropriate joke about me taking Rebekah to the dance tomorrow night, that's all. Klaus, rightfully so, reacted angrily to it. I'll apologize to him once he calms down, that's it."
Stefan looks back at me for a moment before a small smile creeps onto his lips. "You want my sloppy seconds big bro?"
My eyes widen slightly at his vague confession. "You mean..."
"Oh yeah." he grins proudly. "And she's good too." he pats me on the back amused. "Enjoy!" he winks before wondering off and I watch him go bemused, wondering what the hell has all just happened in the last 20 minutes!
Like I thought before, get me the hell out of here!
"So let's go over this again for me, just real quick." Damon muses with a frown on his face as we lay naked sprawled out on his bed. My head rests on his chest while one of my hands slowly traces patterns up and down to his toned stomach, our bare legs tangled together. "You're going on a date with Mason Lockwood tomorrow night?"
I groan and dig my head further against his skin. "No! For the millionth time, it's not a date."
"It sounds like a date too me." he frowns. "A nice fluffy All-American double date."
"It's not like that." I mutter before a not so nice thought crosses my mind. "And you are certainly one to talk to me about this being a date when you are the one taking Rebekah Mikaelson. Is that a date too then?" I challenge him.
"That's different." he rolls his eyes at me and sits up slightly and I follow his actions but our legs remained tangled together, his arm remains wrapped around my waist and my hand remains on his chest.
"How is it different?" I point out. "It sounds the same to me. You're taking her to the dance, are you or are you not?" I try to sound casual, to keep all feelings of hatred towards Rebekah out of my voice.
"I'm just doing her a favor." Damon shrugs like it's not a big deal.
"And I'm doing Caroline a favor."
"How the hell does you going to a formal dance with Mason Lockwood amount to you doing Caroline a favor?" he snipes at me in a somewhat icy tone.
I groan in annoyance and frustration. "That's just Caroline...she has a weird logic and a way of doing things. I promise you it's nothing, ok? You're the one I want to be able to go with but we both know that's not exactly possible, is it?"
"No. I suppose not." he is still frowning, his eyebrows creased together and I reach up a hand and gently and softly run my fingers above his eyebrows, smoothing out his frown lines.
"That's better." I smile before leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips. "Pouting isn't an attractive look on you."
"Oh it's not is it?" he pushes me back down onto the bed so I am lying on my back before rolling on top of me. "And what exactly do you think an attractive look on me looks like?" he raises his eyebrow at me. "Because I can think of plenty myself."
"Well it's certainly not cockiness." I smirk at him but gasp slightly as his hand slides up my thigh and against my center.
"No?" he leans down and presses a slow sensual open mouthed kiss to my neck and thrusts himself against me, his hardening member nudging against the inside of my thigh and I close my eyes.
"N-No." I shudder slightly as his hand starts to stroke me and I start to get lost in the pleasure that is he about to give me for the second time this evening.
"What about-" he goes to continue but I just grab his face between my hands and pull him down for a searing kiss.
"Sssh." I murmur against his lips the second we need air. "Don't talk." he smirks before pressing his mouth back against mine and I gasp and pant into his mouth as he slips a single finger inside of me. "Oh God."
"No talking remember," he teases me with a grin before sliding in another finger and moan against him as he presses another kiss to my lips but it turns sloppy when I wrap my hand around his hard throbbing member and he immediately grunts as his body shudders against mine.
I start to stroke him slowly, and I gasp as his pace quickens as his fingers slide deeper inside me and it's not long until I can't take it anymore.
"Damon please." I practically plead with him and he smiles smugly before slowly removing his fingers, I watch breathlessly as he slowly licks his fingers and I feel anxious and even more turned on in anticipation as he pushes on a condom.
My eyes slam shut as he slides himself into me, and it takes me a moment to adjust to his size before he starts to move. I gasp as he starts to thrust against me and I clutch onto his back tightly, my fingers digging into his skin as he pants against my neck, his lips touching my skin in short breathless kisses.
"You're so beautiful." he murmurs breathlessly against my skin before raising his head to look down at me and I almost gasp at the impact his blue eyes have on me as they stare down intently. "So, so beautiful."
I place my hand on his cheek and lift my head to kiss him softly, moaning into his mouth as he hits my g-spot and I just know that I won't be able to last much longer.
I'm right, because just moments later I reach my climax and not long after Damon follows, landing tiredly on top of me as he sinks his head back against my neck and I lazily run my hand slowly up and down his back as he rests on top of me.
I smile as he presses a lazy kiss against my jaw and I use my other hand to play with his hair as we rest silently for a moment, recollecting our bearings.
"This is an attractive look on you." I eventually speak up quietly into the otherwise silent room.
"Oh yeah?" Damon's voice is muffled against my skin as he continues to rest into the crook of my neck.
"Yeah." I confirm with a small smile as I press a slow kiss to the top of his head. "One of my favorites."
"Wow Elena, you look beautiful." Mason leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek and it takes all my power not to squirm away.
"Uh thank you." I force a smile and when Caroline not so discreetly elbows me in the side I stammer and quickly reply. "You too." I cringe instantly. "I mean...you look great!"
Mason chuckles softly and doesn't at all seem effected by my lack of efforts in repaying compliments. "Thanks."
"Right we get it, everyone looks great." Tyler interrupts "Come on we gotta go, the limo outside is charging by the hour!" he practically shoves us out of Caroline's house and I roll my eyes at his lack of chivalry.
"Wait, you got us a limo?" I ask skeptically. A limo to Prom yes, but Winter Formal? Uh...not exactly my idea of an entrance.
"I sure did!" Tyler boasts almost proudly. "You can thank me later." he winks at me and I roll my eyes slightly disgusted as Caroline immediately scolds him for acting like a pig.
This is going to be a long night.
We make small light heartened chatter on the ride over there and I try my best to at least pretend to look interested in what is going on and that I'm actually enjoying myself when really I do not want to be here at all.
It doesn't help that Caroline keeps on sending me encouraging looks and smiles, I mean I have told her on numerous of occasions that I am in absolutely no way interested in Mason Lockwood in any kind of romantic notion, but it seems like she just won't accept it or take the hint.
I think she has some sort of weird fantasy going on in her head that if I start to date Mason, then the four of us can go on lots of double dates and turn into one of those sickly foursomes that appear often in TV and in movies.
Well, unfortunately for Caroline the only person I would ever want to really go on a double date with anyway would be Damon and that is not exactly going to happen anytime soon.
Speaking of Damon...
The second we walk into the gymnasium that has been turned into a suitable dance hall for the winter theme tonight my eyes immediately land on Damon who is stood smartly in his suit by the punch bowl. For a moment I admire how great he looks in his black suit with his red tie, but then I notice Rebitcha Mikaelson stood right next to him with a wide smile on her face, she looks like she's laughing and Damon has his signature smirk plastered on his face and I clench my fist tightly into a ball when she lightly touches his arm.
Damon seems to look like someone who is having fun, despite him going on and on that he will hate every single moment of this dance from the moment he told me about going with Rebekah.
Funny that.
No, I'm not jealous.
I just wish I could wipe that stupid smug smirk off her stupid ugly face by telling her that I am the one Damon will be going home with tonight, not that stupid skank.
"Want to dance?" Mason asks me with a smile and I instantly push one back, the biggest smile of the night.
"Sure! Let's dance!" I grab his hand and pull him onto the makeshift dance floor, making sure I stop us in a spot that is right in Damon's eyeline.
I let Mason wrap his arms around me and I stumble a little as I try to make sure that he stays with his back turned to Damon.
"Whoa there." he chuckles slightly and I force a smile and place on hand on his shoulder as the other is lost in his over-sized one.
"Sorry, I'm not the best of dancers."
"Oh come on, I'm sure you're great. Aren't you competing in the Miss Mystic Falls pageant?"
I inwardly groan. "Unfortunately so. My Mom won back in the day so I don't exactly have a choice but to compete, genetics and family history and all that crap." I roll my eyes.
He laughs softly. "Oh come on, it'll be fun! I went last year and actually...my date won."
"Really?" I ask surprised because I don't remember seeing him there, in fact, now that I think about it I was so completely bored out of my brain for the entire day that I zoned most of it out. I only know that Anna Fell won because my Mom wouldn't shut up about how amazing she looked in her dress and that her speech was heartwarming and inspirational and that I should call her to ask for tips.
"Don't look so surprised." he nudges me slightly with a grin. "I was a good escort."
"Oh I don't doubt that." I reply because it's the truth. Mason is everything that this town wants and expects the mayor's nephew to be like.
Mason just smiles and doesn't take note to the slight sarcasm in my voice and when I look over his shoulder I see Damon stood still watching us.
Immediately I feel almost embarrassed, and I can feel my cheeks flushing as he watches intently. I force a smile, it's shaky, but I make it happen but instead of giving one in return he just turns his head away and focuses his attentions back on Rebekah.
Now I'm angry again.
Why is he so mad at me for dancing with Mason when he is stood there laughing and being all touchy feely with Rebekah?
God, he can be such an ass when he wants to be!
"Hey you ok?"
"Huh?" I snap out of my Damon centered thoughts and notice that I have literally stopped dancing and me and Mason are currently just stood awkwardly still between the moving bodies of our fellow students.
"Are you ok?" he asks again with a smile. "You zoned out a little there."
"Oh...yeah, sorry, I'm good." I push a smile back onto my face. "Why don't we go and find Caroline and Tyler? We have all night to dance."
"Sure." He smiles sweetly at me as he escorts me away from the dance floor.
I spare one single glance over my shoulder towards Damon's direction but am disappointed to find that he is nowhere to be seen.
I hate him.
No, I don't hate him, I despise him.
Mason Lockwood.
What a fucking moron.
Who the hell does he think he is? He is acting like he owns the God damn place walking around with Elena on his arm like she is some sort of prize to show off.
Don't get me wrong, Elena looks absolutely stunning tonight, she is for sure the most beautiful person in the room and she is so by being so effortless too, unlike most of the other girls who are wearing too much make up and are wearing over the top dresses.
Not Elena.
Which is why it pisses me off that she has lowered herself to coming to this thing with that jackass.
I watch as they stand with Tyler, Caroline and a couple of unfamiliar, but no doubt popular, people. Elena looks more interested in what Caroline is saying than Mason stood by her side but that doesn't stop him from every now and then placing his dirty hands on her.
I want to punch the smug smirk straight from his lips.
"Here." I turn around to see Klaus approaching me with a flask in his hands. "Have some, it sure looks like you need it."
I eye him suspiciously for a moment before taking the flask from his hands and taking a large swig, instantly recognizing the familiar strong taste of whiskey. "Thanks." I mutter before handing it back to him.
"So...Mason Lockwood huh?"
"Don't fucking start, Klaus." I snap at him angrily, wondering if it would completely ruin our friendship forever if I gave him a matching black eye on his left eye too to go with the one on his right?
"I'm just curious on how this little thing between the two of you works." he comes up beside me as the two of us stand and watch from across the hall.
"She's just with him to appease her friends." I mutter in annoyance as I steal the flask from his hands again and take another chug. "She doesn't even want to be here, never mind with him."
"She looks perfectly happy to me." he comments simply and I turn my head to face him with a glare.
"That's because you don't know her." I bite back at him coldly.
"And you do?" he raises his eyebrow.
"Yes." I grunt. "I do."
"If you say so." he muses in a somewhat light tone and I frown and look down at my shoes for a moment.
"You know, maybe the problem here is that you don't know her." I turn fully to face him and watch as an amused look crosses his face as he lets out a small laugh. "No I'm serious, Klaus, you don't know her, you don't know anything about her. All you see is the girl that she wants everyone else to see, the girl that she is expected to be, you don't know the real her. Maybe we should change that."
I watch as his smile falters slightly. "What?"
"Elena is coming over to my place tonight after this stupid dance finishes, why don't you come too?"
"Are you serious?" he does not look keen by this idea at all.
"Yeah. I want you to see at least a snippet of what I see, Klaus, see why she is worth the risk, see how much she means to me and maybe then you'll lay off."
He lets out a dry laugh. "No, no way."
"Why not? Scared that you'll be wrong?"
"Oh I won't be wrong." he scowls at me slightly. "I know that you'll end up the loser here, mate, and I don't want that to happen. She will hurt you." I shake my head angrily but he continues. "Her father has a fucking vendetta against your family, Damon! How else do you think this whole thing is going to turn out? It's going to end badly and it's going to end badly for you."
"I'm not doing this again with you!"
"Doing what again?" Rebekah appears out of nowhere, a look of intrigue on her face. "Well?" she asks impatiently when neither of us answer.
"It's nothing." I grumble in annoyance.
"It doesn't sound like nothing. What the hell is going on with you two? First the fight at school yesterday and now this?"
"It's nothing little sister, mind your own business for once will you." Klaus snipes at her coldly. "Enjoy the rest of your night." he plasters on what is clearly a fake smile before he wonders away and I roll my eyes as I watch him go.
"So, are you going to tell me?"
"Nope."
"Damon!"
"What?" I shrug at her nonchalantly. "It's none of your damn business Barbie. Now...what time is it? How long do I have left of this rueful experience and escape your witchy clutches."
I made Rebekah promise me that I would only have to endure this torture of a school dance for nothing more than two hours and fifteen minutes. That's right, I started at an hour, she started at three, so eventually we debated it down to two hours and fifteen minutes.
She scowls slightly before glancing at her watch. "Don't worry asshole, you'll be free from this torture in exactly one hour."
"Fantastic!"
"But you do still owe me two dances, Salvatore, don't think I have forgotten."
"Oh I would never think that." I mutter in annoyance because she is too god damn on the ball to forget about the two dances I promised her.
I spare a glance back over in Elena's direction to see that it's her and Mason talking alone now and I try my best to hide my scowl as she goes to take a step back but Mason places his hand on the small of her back. I clench my fists tightly and will myself to stay still, thankful that Elena moves away from his grasp, albeit with a smile on her face and I watch as she walks towards the double doors that lead out into the school.
"I'll be right back." I murmur to Rebekah distractedly as I quickly walk off in the direction that Elena disappeared too.
Luckily for me the hallways are empty so when I round the corner and see Elena walking towards the girls bathroom I immediately call her name and watch as she slowly turns around, a small smile crossing her face as she sees me.
"Hey." she takes a couple of steps forward but then stops, waiting for me to close the gap.
"You and Mason look like you're having fun." The words come out of my mouth before I can even stop them as I take a step closer.
The small smile instantly turns into a scowl as she frowns. "I could say the same thing about you and Rebekah."
I scoff slightly. "Oh please, you know that I'm only doing her a favor."
"And you know why I'm here with Mason..."
"I know why you're here with him, but I don't know why you're dancing with him and laughing and joking with him and flirting with him." I glare at her in annoyance, very much aware that I am coming off as the jealous boyfriend right now but I really don't give a damn.
"Flirting with him?" she lets out a dry laugh in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"
"No. Not at all."
"You are unbelievable, Damon!" she swings on her heel and goes to walk away but I quickly jump the gap between us and grab her arm, swinging her back around to face me.
"You can't just walk away from me when I'm not finished talking to you!"
"Well I am finished, so tough." she tries to pull her arm out of my grasp but I don't let her. "Damon let me go!"
"Why him, Elena? Out of all the guys you could have came here with tonight, why choose him?"
"I didn't choose him!" she defends herself immediately, her tone rising slightly. "How many times do I need to tell you that it was Caroline who pretty much forced me into this! I'm sorry that you don't like him but-"
"You're right I don't like him, in fact I hate him!"
"He's not that bad-"
"Oh god." I shake my head at her in astonishment. "He's not that bad? Are you really saying that to me right now?"
She scowls at me stubbornly. "He's nice to me!"
"Yeah because he wants to sleep with you!"
She scoffs and shakes her head. "Sex isn't on the forefront of everyone's mind you know."
"No, but it is for assholes like him!" I rant angrily. "God Elena, why can't you see it? He's been flirting with you all night, I saw it with my own eyes!"
"Oh and you think I missed the way you and Rebekah were laughing and joking by the punch bowl? How cute." she swipes straight back.
I let out a laugh. "Oh don't start that again, it's different and you know it. We aren't talking about Rebekah here, we're talking about you and Mason!"
"It's not different, you just think it's different because you're a selfish asshole."
"Fine, yeah maybe I am selfish! Maybe I am selfish to think that you aren't Mason's to flirt with! You're mine and it really fucking pisses me off to see him touch you and parade you round like you are some sort of trophy! He does not get to do that! So if that makes me selfish, then fine, I'm really fucking selfish!" I glare at her angrily.
"But I'm not flirting with him back, Damon! Understand that! Why are you so mad at me about this?"
"I'm mad at you because I love you!" the words fly from my mouth before I can stop them and we both freeze in shock.
I watch as Elena's jaw literally drops and she looks at me surprised, and I know she wasn't expecting that.
Hell, I wasn't expecting that!
Fuck.
I feel a little breathless from all the arguing and I watch as she goes to speak but no words come out of her mouth and I let out a defeated sigh.
"It's ok." I mutter and take a step back. "You don't have to say anything back. I understand." and I do, the normal rules here don't exactly apply because this is one big fucked up situation. "I gotta go back before Barbie Klaus comes looking for me." I mumble when she doesn't say anything in return and turn around and walk away.
However I don't even make it to the end of the hallway before she is shouting after me.
"God Damon, you are such an asshole!"
I swing back around on my feet in shock, because that is certainly not the reaction I was expecting.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me!" She storms towards me, a furious look on her face. "You don't just get to do that!"
"Do what?!" I immediately feel defensive, I just spilled my heart out to her, told her my biggest secret and she responds by calling me an asshole?
"Drop a bombshell like that and then just walk away! Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?" she sounds astonished but it's me who is feeling it.
"Well sorry I didn't want to stick around for your rejection."
"You're an idiot." she tells me pointedly. "You really really are, you can be such a stupid idiotic braindead moron sometimes."
"Oh great, you just keep buttering up my ego princess, thank you." I smile mockingly at her before turning back around on my feet because I do not want to stick around for this right now.
"Yeah well, I'm allowed too because I love you too you jackass." I instantly freeze at her words and stare at the empty hallway in front of me as I let her words sink in and wonder if she really did just actually say that or if I just imagined it. "Come on tough guy, turn around."
I blink once twice and I hear sigh loudly. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to be the bigger person here as always." she walks around so she is standing in front of me but this time she has a smile on her face. "You're an idiot, but I love you." she takes one of my hands in hers and I swear they are shaking.
"What?" I breath out eventually my eyes darting around her face wondering if this is real.
"You heard me." she tells me firmly, her eyes sparkling, shining. "I love you, Damon. I am so in love with you. I shouldn't be, I really shouldn't because you are everything that is wrong for me and on paper this should never work, we should never be together, but I can't help how I feel and since when did we do anything the easy way, huh?" she closes the small gap between us so are bodies are pretty much flushed together. "I love you." her chocolate brown eyes light up at the words as they stare into my own.
I press my mouth against hers the second the last word leaves her lips and I kiss her hungrily, my arms instantly wrapping around her.
For a moment I forget where we are, I forget that anyone can just walk out of here at any minute and see us together like this but in this very moment I really couldn't give a damn.
Nothing else matters but her.
I eventually pull away breathlessly and lean my forehead against hers. "God it feels so good to hear you say that."
"What?" she asks with a smile. "That I love you?"
"Yeah." I grin and peck her lips. "I'm sorry for being an idiot."
"Don't be." she smirks slightly. "It's one of the things I actually like about you." she jokes and I chuckle and pinch her sides. "Do you want to get the hell out of here?" she asks almost hopefully and I nod my head eagerly, our 'dates' long forgotten as I grab her hand and pull her towards the exit, not even bothering to try and fight the large sappy grin from my lips.
What can I say? I'm happy.
But both of us are completely unaware of the figure hidden around the corner who has just heard every word we said.
Dun dun dun...
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Except for the first half exhaustively having to do all over again, I enjoyed writing it, especially the last part!
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