Neighbors

How It All Went Down

Elena's POV:

We got our car back, so I couldn't ride with Damon this morning.

I spotted him when the car pulled up into the school. I jumped out of the car before it even stopped moving, slammed the door, and I ran to Damon.

"Hey," I said searching his eyes.

"Hey," he replied walking with me to my locker. "Can we talk about last night?" I asked.

"Not here. Can I drive you home?"

"I don't know. Probably."

"Okay, we'll talk about it then."

"K," I say as the bell rings. Then we walk together to first hour.

~7 hours later~

"Elena," I heard someone yell. I turned around and saw Damon making his way to me. I think he regretted holding my hand last night, just by the way he was acting.

"Hey," I said not smiling, just keeping my face blank. I had been avoiding talking to him all day, unsure about what he really felt. "You ready?" Damon said uncomfortably. "Yeah."

"Alright."

We walk out into the parking lot and I see my parents coming towards me. "Come on. What's taking you so long?" My dad said while eyeing Damon.

"Me and Damon we're going to go somewhere. I forgot to tell you, sorry."

"No, you're not. You're coming home with us."

"No, why?"

"Because I said so!"

"It's okay, Elena, we'll talk later," Damon said tilting his head forward and walking away.

"Really Dad?"

"Yes, really! I don't like that guy."

"Well, I do!"

"What did you just say?!"

"He's my friend! I don't get your problem!"

"Get in the car! Now!"

I open the car door and slam it. My dad does the same.

"Where's Jer?" I ask noticing my missing brother. "He's going out with a friend," my dad replies angrily.

"Oh so he gets to go out with a friend but I don't?!"

"His friend isn't a different gender!"

"If Damon was Stefan you would've let me go!"

"Yes, because Stefan has a girlfriend!"

"You're being ridiculous!"

"Watch it, young lady!"

I lean my head against the window looking at nothing in particular.

"Mom?" I ask hoping she'll do something. She just shakes her head. I sigh. I hate my life!

Damon's POV:

I walk into the house slamming the door. "Damon?" Stefan asks.

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?"

"I don't care," I say getting a glass and pouring some bourbon. "What's up with you and Elena?" my brother asks inquisitively.

"What do you mean?" I ask not wanting to answer. "You know what I mean, Damon."

I down my glass of bourbon in seconds. I get up to make another one. "I don't know. I held her hand at dinner last night. I think she regretted it. She's been avoiding me all day." I down my second glass.