Into The Hills

Chapter 3

Stefan's POV

I wake up after Carly left and make myself some breakfast, Damon hadn't been near in three days and I was honestly glad for it.

I didn't need his stupid lectures about how things were going to make me end up dead, or that I was going to get caught and face possible jail time. I was playing this game carefully, retracing my steps every so often, making sure no one blabbed their mouth about my cartel. I didn't need anyone but myself.

I make myself some toast and sat down on the couch I had just had sex on not even five hours ago. When Caroline texted me that Elena was going to pick up the weed, I couldn't deny the jitters that rattled my bones. I couldn't stop thinking about her last night, even when I was with Carly, I had to get over this little attraction, because she wasn't going to help me any, I couldn't afford feelings at this point in my life, it's better to just have side bitches and that's it.

I jumped in the shower, washing away all the scent of Carly last night, I was honestly surprised I had memorized her name, usually I didn't.

I dress in a green shirt and black pants, combing my messy light brown hair, I put on some cologne, because I usually wore this scent.

Suddenly if on cue, I hear a knock on the door, I smirk and walk towards the door, ready to tease Elena until her soft cheeks turn pink.

I noticed her face was always flush when she was around me, I feel my pride swell up as I answer the door, leaning back against it.

But what I find it is not Elena, but a boy, he looks young and he has a skateboard in his hand, jet black hair and blue eyes.

"Yo, are you Stefan?" He asks, his voice barely dropped below a girl's range, he must not be sixteen yet.

"Who wants to know?" I say, standing in front of the door, crossing my arms over my thin green shirt.

"I heard you had weed, I got money.." He pulls out a crumpled 20 in the back of his black jeans, his gives me his best smile.

"Yeah, I don't think so." I say, shaking my head.

"Why, I got your money right here!" He says, arguing with me, his voice goes up.

I close my eyes and open them away.

The boy reminded me a little of myself when I was 15, always looking for trouble, I always knew where the drugs were, that's mostly why my friends kept me around, they used to call me drug catcher, I could spot drugs from a mile away.

I started smoking weed when I was 15 and then turned to harder stuff in the early years, the boys eyes beg against mine and I shake my head, my mouth in a firm line, I wasn't going to see him go down the same path as me.

"No, not selling to minors." I confirm, standing in the doorway, I look over and see a shadow approaching it must be Elena.

"Man, you're whack." He says, taking back his money, puts it in his pockets but I stay firm with him.

He doesn't budge for a few seconds and I watch as Elena gets there, she looks at the boy, confused by his actions, as he stomps away, then her gaze shifts to me, her brown eyes in confusion, as her eyebrows furrow at what she just witnessed.

My eyes drift down to her what she's wearing a blue summer time dress, the material looks so thin and for a second I can't imagine doing anything but ripping it off her. But I'm too angry to speak, of the stupidity of the boy.

She sends shivers down my spine as she finally speaks up.

"What was that about?" She asks, looking at me, but I just stare at her, not moving, my thoughts drift back to when Damon first found out I was on drugs.