A/N: Second Chapter... Yes, we knew how much you were begging for more. ;o

Chapter Two - I'm Not Katherine.

Elena merely looked at him, it wasn't a glare but it wasn't one of those pathetic gooey-eyed glances either. She just looked at him, for once, like he was any other person and not the most beautiful man she'd ever layed her eyes upon. Elena's brows raised once again as she observed his mood, words and actions. He seemed happy today, very happy actually. Elena sighed, before jolting forward slightly as his hand grasped her arm. Elena almost came out with: 'Well, i can think of a few reasons why..' The words were at the end of her tongue, but she bit them back just as she felt the whisper of his words on her neck. Elena couldn't help herself, she shivered.

"Damon.. Behave," she hushed, sighing.

For the rest of the walk to their next class he was singing the song he just made up.

"I have to tell Stefan about my song. " He stated just before they walked into the classroom. As he headed for the back of his classroom, he made sure Elena heard him singing the song one more time. "Oh Elena, Elena, you'll bring me and Stefan to the arena, your body's like hyena's ." He smirked, and also made sure to have a seat beside her.

This class was going to be filled with Elena mocking and singing the new song. It was stuck in his head, and the girls were staring at him again. And he didn't mind one bit. In fact, he was quite happy. Different happy than normal. Carefree. This whole school going idea was his best by far. No, correction. Making up the song was his best ever idea.

'Okay, if i just block out Damon's new obsession may be he'd shut up and stop trying to annoy me..' That was what Elena hoped, but, as always, it didn't quite go to plan. Another eye roll was cast after Damon, and another.. And Elena lost count at the amount of times she'd flashed the sarcastic gesture over to him.

"Haha! You smiled, you fail." He narrowed his eyes, and as she leaned back in her chair, he pushed his table so that it was linked with her table, then he brought his hand up and moved her hair away from her ear, making sure that his fingers made contact with her skin. He then leaned forward and whispering. "How will you shut me up.? I have one idea in mind and in that case.." He smirked, and moved away, before starting to sing in a louder voice. "Oh Elena, Elena, you'll bring me and Stefan to the arena, your body's like a hyena's. " And he sang that again, and again. Waiting for her reaction. Of course, he didn't miss her smiling earlier on. She liked it, and he liked that game too. It was.. fun . No, that was an understatement. Draining a human off blood was fun. This was well... he didn't know.

Elena focused her eyes forward, trying to ignore Damon's so obviously burning eyes staruign at her facial features. Her right hand gripped her pen between her fingers and she began to aimlessly doodle upon the sheet of lined paper which was in front of her. Anything to take her mind of Damon, anything. Elena smiled again, this time wider, but she didn't respond to his first sentence with words, instead she continued scraping the pen across the paper. But the second his skin touched hers, something strange happened and she turned to him. For a split second, she was completely vulnerable to all emotion towards the elder brother before quickly covering her tracks and draawing her lips to a tight line.

He parted his lips slightly, and licked her hand. Pretty sure, this will get her hand away. He was laughing inside. Not the mocking, evil kind of laugh. Which felt weird. But nice. Of course, as soon as her hand would leave his lips he would start singing again. The song was stuck in his head and it was playing on repeat. It was getting pretty annoying to hear it over and over again, but hey! It was fun when he was singing it. He would have to see how fun it will be when he sings it to Stefan. He could just imagine the expression on his little brother's face. Priceless. He will have to remember to have a camera with him when he goes to sing it.

Elena felt his lips move underneath the palm of her hand, and for a split second she thought he was going to kiss it, but, once again, she couldn't predict Damon Salvatore's next move if her life depended upon it. A slick, wet tongue flicked itself across elena's palm, and, as gross as it sounded, it felt... Good? No. Elena denied and counselled herself inwardly, how could she even have thought that? Elena hand didn't move, but the little jolts of electricity now flowing through her body were now rather har to ignore. She simply raised her eyebrows then whispered something to him before smiling.

He raised his eyebrow, and stopped licking her hand for a moment. A smirk planted itself upon his lips. He took her wrist in her hand, before moving her hand off his lips. He leaned towards her again, his face inches from hers. Literally an inch. He stayed there for a second, his eyes locked on hers. He then moved his lips to her neck, and kissed her lightly there, then moved his lips up to her ear.

"You'd like to see some of my best turn ons. You'd be begging for more." He whispered in his seductive tone, before with a smirk, staying still for a second, and then backing off, and leaning back in his chair. Oh, Damon, you're such a dick. I know, Damon.

For a second, Elena wondered what it would feel like for his sleek, wet tongue to pressed tightly against hers, but of course, any moment thinking about that sort of thing was too long. Suddenly, Elena hand became limp within Damon's grasp, and she simply let him control it. She swallowed hard, her eyes suddenly fixed upon Damon's. Not now, not in a drama class, please, please not now... And then he leant in... And then, thankfully, he kissed her neck. More than a little bewildered, Elena's whole body froze the moment his lips made contact with her skin. After his statement or two, Elena thored slightly and glanced over to him, unable to speak for a moment. finally, she managed a whisper.

"I know, I know. The little brother would get depressed and slit his wrists and then claim that his eternal existence just lost it's sense and meaning. And then he'd get all poetic and kill himself, but let's not get into that many details. I know him better than you do, Elena." He looked at her, quite amused actually.

Bonnie and the other girls weren't the only ones that couldn't resist him it seemed. He liked it that way. Gave him a feeling of power, and well, since love sucked, sex was the only reasonable thing. And he liked remembering that, and he liked reminding himself that human pleasures had their advantages too. He looked ahead of the class, a smirk still tugging at his lips. Poor Stefan, if only he knew what his girlfriend has been up to. He'd do more than slit his wrists.

What in the hell was she doing? She was dating Stefan, and she loved Stefan. Elena loved Stefan with everything inside of her and more. So, why did she find herself... Here with Damon, letting him touch her like this, letting him make her feel like this. Elena glared at Damon. It wasn't a viscious glare, more like a guilty glare; she knew she shouldn't have looked him in the eyes; his eyes did funny things to her. The moving of her pen over the paper had stilled and was now resting upon the desk. Elena inhaled before speaking.

The smirk he had tugging at his lips for at least the past 15 minutes disappeared like a flash. He let go of her wrist, and put his hands on his desk, staring ahead with a blank expression.

"No, you're not Katherine." He said seriously, not even looking at her.

All the happened seemed to have evaporated from him. Just.. disappeared. He tried to focus on one point on the way, just staring at it aimlessly, sitting as still as a statue. That was a subject he didn't want to touch, ESPECIALLY with Elena. Yet, she was the one to bring it up . Smooth, Damon. If he wasn't sure that she was staring at him, he would have rolled his eyes and cursed himself, but no. He kept a blank expression on his face, and wasn't willing on starting a conversation right now. It was a if he'd been building a bridge today, and now, he was standing under it, and it came crashing down.

The words had just came out.. Like crashing and crumbling volcanic erruption, and they'd left all but destruction in their path. It was a reflex action, she didn't want Damon to realise the way she felt about him. and she could think of no other way then to relate her own scenario with the one back in 1864. With Katherine. And right now, she could see how much she'd hurt Damon. And she didn't wnt to do that; that was something Elena never wanted to do. Because, truth be told, he cared about him, they shared each other's pain. Elena frowned, her voice quieter than before, but she knew Damon would hear it.

He frowned, before looking at her.

"Why would you want to be her.? " He questioned, with his eyebrow raised. "She was a selfish bitch!" He said coldly, before moving his hand under her chin, and moving it up so he could look into her eyes. "I get it. I understand." He said the words they've spoken a few times before, and he knew she would understand what he meant.

After a second, he let his hand drop to his side, before moving his eyes to the point on the wall he'd been staring at before. As much as he hated to admit, the history was repeating itself, the only difference was that Elena was nothing like Katherine, and well, she was going to choose one of them, instead of fucking off like Katherine did.

The moment Damon spoke, Elean's eyes snapped back up to Damon's. He knew exactly what she meant. She wished she could tell him, tell him everything she wanted to, give him everything she could; but she couldn't. Damon was right, why would she want to be a selfish self-centered bitch? Truth be told though, she wanted them both... But, she would never carry out that want, she owed Stefan more than that, and Damon didn't deserve it. Not again. If there was a way all of them could be happy she'd do it, she would. Elena frowned slightly, allowing him to raise her chin upwards before speaking.

After a minute of thought, he got up and walked to the top of the classroom, explained to the teacher that he felt sick and he was let to go home. This whole coming to high school idea was one of the worst ideas he ever got. As soon as he was outside, with a use of vampire speed he got home. He had to find SOMETHING to do. SOMETHING to occupy him, to take his mind off things. His eyes narrowed as he stood in the empty hallway and thought. He could always invite the girl to the house when she called today.. No, he wasn't in a mood for that. Read Stefan's diary.? No, he's already done that, about twice and it's boring anyways. Get drunk.? Bingo. He walked into the living room, grabbed a bottle of whisky and sat himself down in the sofa, in front of the fire. Perfect .

Danny+Jackie x3