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-TWG

"So are we still hanging out tonight after practice?" Damon questions.

"Have you ever known me to pass on ice cream and mini golf Damon?" I jokingly shove his shoulder.

"Alright alright. Stupid question. I'll see you after practice."

Damon smiles at me before turning around to head to second period. My god…. His smile makes my stomach do flips. Ice cream and mini golf is our special tradition. It's also a tradition that he beats me at mini golf. I would do anything to wipe that gorgeous smirk off his face.

School drags on for 5 more hours, leaving me completely drained of most brain function. Thankfully it's time for soccer practice. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I'm the Damon of the girl's team, voted MVP for the past three years. Not that people care about our team. In this school, it's all about the guys. I try not to hold a grudge about it, but sometimes it's really hard to see everyone show up for the guy's games but only parents show up for the girl's. As much as it hurts, it doesn't stop me from going to their games. I would never bail on Damon. I've been to every single one of his games since we were five. I'm not going to let a little jealousy stop that.

We start practice in our usually huddle. Once again, our coach is a no-show. That leaves me –team captain—in charge of the practice.

"Alright guys, what do we wanna work on today?" I ask my teammates.

"We totally need to work on our follow-throughs." Caroline proclaims.

"We worked on that yesterday. I think we need to practice our passing." Bonnie jumps in.

Everyone begins to holler out different drills we could do. I tune out their bickering when I spot Damon on the other field. His team is warming up with their basic sprints. Damon's hair is starting to fall from its perfectly messy state because of his sweat. Whenever I think that he can't get any better looking, he proves me wrong. Seeing him do what he loves makes him basically irresistible. When Damon plays soccer, he completely transforms. His face lights up brighter than ever. His smile can make anyone's day. His laugh takes my breath away.

Off in my own little world, I completely miss every word my teammates have said. Only two words pull me from the land of Damon.

"Penalty kicks!"

A smile spreads across my face. I look up to see the entire team staring at me with excited eyes, awaiting my decision.

"Are you guys sure you wanna go there?" I mockingly question.

"YES!"

"Absolutely!"

"Come on Elena!"

I chuckle to myself and shake my head.

"Alright team….. Let's do this."

Everyone erupts in cheers, as I cockily walk over to my bag and slip on my goalie gloves. Didn't picture me as a goalie? No one ever does. That's my secret weapon… I eye my teammates, trying to act intimidating. They can't help but laugh at my failed attempt to seem buff. I step into the goal and stretch my arms. I look over to the other field to see the guys all walking over to watch our little show, against their coach's wishes. Damon is smiling and shaking his head at me. I give him a quick wink before turning my head to see who is up first.

Bonnie steps up with an air of confidence surrounding her. If anyone can score on me, it's her. She's really good at observing people, meaning she knows that my weak spot is the upper left corner. Bonnie places the soccer ball on the ground and raises her eyes to meet mine. She doesn't know it, but I'm pretty good at observing people to.

Just as I suspected, she fakes right and then shoots straight for the left corner. Immediately springing into action, I push myself into the air. My hands make contact with the ball just in time, pushing it clear from the net. I fall to the ground as the guys cheer my name. Bonnie runs up to me offering me her hand.

"You've totally been working on your left corner blocks outside of practice!" She smiles while patting me on the back.

"Guilty." I laugh.

"Seriously though Elena, that was amazing! If I would have taken that shot on any other goalie it would have gone in for sure."

"And that's why we have been ranked first for the past three years Bonnie." Caroline chimes in.

"Care is right. We have a solid team. I'm just glad that we have the best shooters. You guys make it so I am over prepared when it's game time." I say to the entire team.

I look at the girls that make up the best team I have ever been on. It's going to be really hard going our separate ways after graduation.

"Elena I swear that has to be the best block I have ever seen you make!"

"Thanks Damon." I laugh.

He is smiling at me with that breathtaking grin of his. I feel heat rising to my cheeks. I quickly look away to conceal my blush. One compliment. That's all it takes for Damon to get my pulse racing. As I'm once again lost in the world of Damon, he steps up to putt at our favorite hole. He is wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt. His leather jacket is draped over my shoulders, shielding me from the cool breeze. I can't help but notice how it smells just like him.

"Ha! Whole in one!" Damon yells with pride.

And here it comes. The signature smirk of victory. Damon spins around and gives me a wink.

"Better luck next time sweetheart." He gloats.

"You know….. I'm going to win one of these days Damon Salvatore!" I point my finger at him.

"Dream on Elena…. Dream on."

I shove Damon's shoulder.

"Jerk." I say in my best "I'm mad at you" voice.

"Come on my little loser, let's get you your chocolate chip cookie dough cone." He says while patting the top of my head.

We sit outside our favorite ice cream shop that overlooks the river. The sun reflects off the water as it begins to set. A couple floats down the river in a canoe staring into each other's eyes. Images of a future I could have with Damon drift through my mind.

"So I have to tell you something." Damon says pulling me from my thoughts.

"What's up?" I ask.

"It's about Katherine."

I groan. The last person I want to talk about is Katherine, the girl who was been playing with Damon's heart for three years.

"Here we go again." I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Oh come on, don't be like that."

"How else am I supposed to be Damon?"

"Elena, she's my girlfriend."

"She treats you like shit Damon. Always has."

"Not always."

"Yes, always!

Damon falls silent. He knows that I can't stand Katherine. Not just because I like Damon, or because she is the star of my team's rival team, but because she is going to break him one of these days.

"What is it this time?" I ask

"Forget about it. It's not important."

Damon stands up and starts walking to the car.

"Damon!" I shout, trying to get him to turn around.

He gets into the car and starts the engine. He sits there waiting for me to follow him. I get up and walk to the car. I slide into the seat and wait for him to say something. No such luck.

"Damon I'm sorry…. You are my best friend and I shouldn't get mad at you because your girlfriend is a complete bitch."

Damon laughs, "You are the only person I know that would call someone's girlfriend a bitch while apologizing."

I raise my hands in surrender, "Hey, nobody is perfect!"

We both laugh.

"Alright Damon. I'm ready. What's going on with Katherine this time?"

We sit and talk for the next few hours about anything and everything. As much as I hate listening to him talk about Katherine, I quietly listen to everything he has to say. I wish that I could work up the courage to tell Damon how I feel about him, but losing him as a friend would destroy me.

We pull up to my house around midnight. Damon walks me to the door and hugs me goodbye. I watch him get into his car and drive off. I look down and notice that I am still wearing his leather jacket. A smile spreads across my lips. Shortly followed by tear at the thought of Damon loving Katherine.