For the rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about him. I didn't even catch his name I realized. I wondered if he had caught anything I was saying to him. I had so many questions my mind was reeling with them along with even more 'I could haves'. Focusing in class seemed like the hardest task. All I could do was hope that he would be in that same spot tomorrow. I know I had the slimmest chance possible, if there even was a chance of seeing him again today. I would get there earlier tomorrow so that I would have time to communicate with him.

I distracted for the rest the day and the next with the all the possibilities there were with talking to him. So when class was over I the first one out by a long shot. In all honestly I left a few minutes before it was over, hopefully unnoticed by most.

I actually sighed in relief when I saw him there again. I tried not to laugh at myself for my reaction. This time he was reading. He looked really adorable and thoughtful as he read and off in his own little world. I smiled and took a notepad and pen out of my backpack before going over to him. I sat down next to him and he looked at me and gave me one of those striking warm smiles and I could see the curiosity in it. I smiled back and wrote something down and put it in his lap.

I hope I'm not annoying you but we haven't properly introduced ourselves yet. I'm Elena

I had wrote. He smiled and I saw him reaching for his own backpack most likely for a pen but I handed him mine instead.

He smiled his thanks and wrote something down handing me the pen and pad back.

I smiled and looked at what he had written. I'm Damon Salvatore. Nice to meet you Elena.

I tried not to blush or anything embarrassing like that. He was really sweet. I wrote back asking him what year he was in school. Turns out it was his second year and he lived at home like me, with his parents and his younger brother by two years.

A bit my bottom lip at the next question I was about to ask. Hoping it wasn't out of line or wouldn't offend him in anyway but I went for it anyway. He was looking at me expectant and curious of what I would write next.

Can you read lips? And if you don't mind my asking how long have you been deaf?

I handed him the notepad a bit apprehensive. He looked down at it thoughtful for a moment and began to write. He didn't look upset or offended luckily as he wrote and handed me the pad back.

Yes but I can't catch everything that someone says to me. Only larger parts but a conversation is hard since I tend to miss a lot of phrases and words. I was born deaf.

After I read it I looked back at him and then wrote something else down quickly really curious to know the answer to this question too.

Can you speak?

I tentatively handed him the notepad. He was quiet for a moment and I instantly felt bad for asking. But before I could take the pad back to tell him he didn't have to answer he was writing again. He handed me back the pad looking a bit apprehensive himself. I really hadn't meant to make him feel bad. Good job Elena I thought to myself glumly as I looked at the note.

I can speak some words but I usually rather not since its hard for me and I think people usually have a problem understanding what I'm trying to say since it's hard to tell if I'm saying it right.

The honesty of what he had written was heartbreaking and all I could do was look at him smiling reassuringly. I was barely aware of the action before it was too late. I had placed my hand over his in I guess what you could call a comforting manner, which luckily didn't freak him out or anything. He just smiled back at me his bright beautiful blue eyes twinkling a bit from the way the sun was hitting them. I noticed the time on my watch. It was 12:23 the time he usually left I had picked up over the couple of days I had seen him here.

"You have to go to class now right?" I asked forgetting once again. His smile turned thoughtful and he was concentrating on my mouth. He nodded and begin writing again.

Yes I have to go to my physics class now. Its boring as hell.

I laughed at the last part and grinned at him giving a playful sympathetic face.

I wrote one more quick thing and ripped it out the notepad handing him the paper this time since I knew he had to get on his way.

Well thanks for chatting with me Damon. Brave through class

He smiled at me and reached for my pen. I handed it to him smiling

He wrote something handing me the paper and pen back and stood with his things and waved goodbye smiling and headed in the direction of his class. I smiled after him and looked down at the paper.

Enjoy the rest of your day Elena. -Damon