Okay wow it's been a long while since I updated and ah I am really really sorry. I have an explanation. I had these exams and they required study which is stupid but it had to be done. SIGH I AM SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME. Enjoy this chapter, and yeah just sorry again. I really do appreciate you guys commenting and following and favouriting (not a word) and things so thank you so much.
So this is unexpected. Yes, that's the word for it; though it's feeling a little mild right now. If there was one thing that she was not expecting, it was Damon leaving his bathroom with Miss Caroline Forbes on his arm. A dripping wet and flustered Miss Caroline Forbes. A very satisfied looking Miss Caroline Forbes. Yeah, that was unexpected. To add salt to the unexplainable wound, Damon was looking so fucking happy with himself. And hot. God. He looked hot. And wet. And damn. Now she's remembered her dream. DAMN IT, ELENA! she scolded herself, you are a professional - have been all your life - and you'll be damned if you let one man, all be it a supernaturally sexy man, ruin that for you. Now for the love of God remember why you came to his trailer in the first place and stop drooling over the two of them. Okay. Internal rant over, and with a new frame of mind, Elena straightens her shoulders and stands strong. Oh that's right, he actually said something, didn't he? Something smug no doubt. Oh yes; why hello there, Elena Gilbert.
Okay. You're good. Act cool. Act cool.
"Mr Salvatore," oh very good, Elena, she praised herself, that's a nice touch, "I did knock." She stood taller and looked him directly in his eyes, partly to appear confident and partly to avoid her gaze wandering. "No matter, I just came to tell you that you're late, sir. There's coffee for you on the table. Oh and one for you too, Miss Forbes," she informs, handing her the beverage, "I was going to deliver it to your trailer, but it seems you've saved me the leg work." Both of their eyebrow's lifted at this, particularly Damon's, who was sporting a rather bemused look on his flawless face. "Well, that's it then. Please try to make it on set within 10 minutes. We were due to start rehearsals an hour or so ago. I'll be off then." And with that, Elena span on her heel and opened Mr Salvatore's trailer door. Just to push her luck, she dismissed herself with a glance backwards and a "Mr Salvatore. Miss Forbes" accompanied with a nod at each name.
She slammed the door shut behind her and slumped her shoulders, relaxing her rigid muscles and exhaling one long, deep breath. Not wanting to hang around any longer than necessary, Elena practically sprinted back to the set. Okay, so let's reflect. Elena always found herself able to deal with situations if she can logically work through it in her head; you walked in on the object of your fantasies, naked, with his co star, also naked. You've easily deduced that they've had sex. Obviously, I mean the guy practically screamed it with that cocky smirk of his. OFF TOPIC, ELENA. Okay so having survived and adequately handled that bomb shell, you proceeded to act in a calm and professional manner to the both of them, informing of the information provided to you and getting out of there gracefully and efficiently. Perfect job. Gold star. Four for you, Elena. You go Elena. Having sorted herself out, with an abundance of praise to go with it, she walked on set with a small self satisfied smile on her face.
That smile abruptly fell off of her face when she recalled her note with the coffee.
Well. Fuck me. That was unfortunate. Or not. God, Damon thought, why am I so goddamn confused about this girl? Yes. If there was one thing Damon was not expecting to be waiting for him after having sex with his co-worker, it was a rather shocked and stunning Elena Gilbert. Wow. She was breathtaking. She wasn't revealing too much of her skin, though there is no such thing as too much, but that didn't prevent her from looking sexy as hell. Damon.. he warned himself, you're only wearing a towel. This is not a good direction for your thoughts to go in. But it wasn't hard for his mind to wander when she looks as beautiful as ever. She stood frozen, with wide, gorgeous eyes; her lips slightly parted in surprise; her eyebrows raised in question; and she looked like the real deal. Woah. Where the hell did that come from? She's not that important. She's hot. But she's not going to become the love of my life or something. Been there, done that; got the T Shirt of my heart being ripped out of my chest by the two timing whore with manicured nails. CHILL DUDE. DEEP BREATHS. Damon has yet to speak, and that just won't do. But what to say? Something smooth; something cocky; something…Damon. "Why hello there, Elena Gilbert.' Good job. Surname was a nice touch.
Okay. You're good. Act cool. Act cool.
She didn't look too shocked now though. Well, that expression was a fleeting one, but Damon seemed to be able to pick up on her every emotion, however brief. No, she looked strong, poised, confident. She straightened her shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes, saying "Mr Salvatore," Mr Salvatore? What the hell is that about? She wasn't all Miss formal when she was straddling me. Trying to hide the irritation and hurt, which he would not acknowledge, in his eyes, he allowed her to continue. "I did knock. No matter, i just came here to tell you that you're late, sir." Putting extra emphasis on the sir. Okay, now Damon was hurt. He wasn't her superior. She didn't work for him. Why would she act so coldly? It's almost as if she's spitting the words out at him. But she goes on, "There's coffee for you on the table. Oh and one for you too, Miss Forbes," well at least it's not just him getting the cold shoulder. "I was going to deliver it to your trailer, but it seems you've saved me the leg work." Damon had to stifle a laugh. It wasn't particularly funny, just.. unexpected. That word seems to be popping up a lot around Elena. He settled for a raised eyebrow, showing her how unanticipated that remark was. "Well, that's it then. Please try to make it on set within 10 minutes. We were due to start rehearsals an hour or so ago. I'll be off then." Don't go! His mind shouted. He felt strongly compelled to explain why Caroline was there, in his bathroom, naked. It was obvious what she thought had happened and she would be correct in assuming so, but that didn't change the fact that he really wanted to apologise. Which really fucking confused him. He allowed some of his hurt to touch his features as her back was turned, but quickly raised a mask of indifference as she span around again and nodded her farewells, "Mr Salvatore. Miss Forbes."
As soon as she left he felt a rush of emotions; too many to decipher the majority of them, but the most obvious ones were hurt, confusion and a little anger. He let them flit across his face then decided the mask was worth the effort to put back up, considering his company. He turned to face Caroline when he heard her say, "So that's Elena? Were you waiting for her to give you coffee or something? That's pretty lazy of you, Damon. I get you're this huge, huge, star or something," he did not miss the innuendo there, "but seriously? Getting the staff, who have no obligation to you, to get you your breakfast then letting her walk in on you after sex? That's low. Poor girl. Probably scarred." She reentered the bathroom, dropped the towel and got dressed as Damon stood in the doorway, speechless. "Anyway, gotta go. See you on set. Don't be late, Mr Salvatore." she yelled behind her as she ran from his trailer towards the studios and Elena.
Okay that's a lot of unexpected to process in such a short space of time. Was Caroline right? Was Elena hurt or something? It wouldn't make sense if she was, though it doesn't make sense why he was so irritated by her flippant behaviour. Maybe she's bruised his ego, and nothing more, but it feels like a deeper cut. Why had she acted that way? But could he have misjudged her? Is she as dull and lifeless as she portrays herself as? Maybe, Damon considered, I just need to leave her alone. She's clearly not interested and apparently cold, and not the sweet, warm girl that haunted my dreams.
Just as he'd confirmed to himself that he would let Elena be, he found his coffee, and a note underneath it.
A wide grin plastered itself across Damon's face when he read and reread it, deciding that there was fire yet to be uncovered. And damn it if he wasn't going to be the one to do it.
Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry I know I know I'm a horrible person. Second cliff hanger. Damn me and everything. You'll find out what the note says as soon as I think of something. It'll be in the next chapter that I PROMISE WON'T TAKE AS LONG AS THIS ONE TOOK TO PUT UP SORRY AGAIN FOR THAT.
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