Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 19

Eliza

"Fuck off, Stefan. Why do you have to be such a little bitch." I literally scream at my laptop screen when that scene comes on of Stefan with his stupid little humanity switch off going around killing people. Bonnie deserved so much better. She was always the one to sacrifice, and Elena and her damn choosing problems got in the way and destroyed everything for her. I mean, who wouldn't go for Damon anyways? That hot fuck.

I huff and shut my laptop, maybe a little too aggressively, and get up off of my bed while taking my jumper off, because I'm getting sweaty. It's probably because Damon's been on the screen in front of me, but I'm not complaining. Who would?

I'v been doing nothing all night since my shift ended at 7pm, and now It's 11:30. I'm still not tired at all and I know that if I try to sleep I will probable toss and turn and make myself even more sweaty, and I certainly don't like sleeping in sweat.

I decide to just sit on my phone, because watching shows all night is so productive, right?

I slump back, leaning against my pillows, and scroll through my instagram feed, then sit on TikTok for about half an hour more, trying not to laugh too loudly at the stupid things that entertain me.

I start to get bored and decide to just face it and sleep, but before I reach over to switch off my light, I get a message. More specifically, an instagram DM, from Jonas.

What a nice surprise. I'v been getting a lot of those recently.

I open instagram again and press on my message notifications in the top right corner. I open the chat and read out the new message.

So you work at the Cafe now?

Nah shit, Sherlock

This boy is so good at stating the obvious. He could give me a run for my money, and I don't even state the obvious.

I see him typing and wait for him to reply to me.

Calm down, princess. It was just an observation. Is it so bad for me to try and make conversation with you?

Yes is it. Especially when you're so shit at it.

You're hurting my feelings, princess.

Good. I don't think you need much of an ego boost anyway.

Whatever you say, red cheeks.

What is it with you and pet names?  Personally, I think it's a major problem you need to get checked out. I hope you don't go up to strangers and start calling them 'princess'. That would be a bit awkward wouldn't it?

Oh wouldn't you like to know.

I don't reply because frankly, I do want to know. However, I highly doubt the dude actually walks up to randomers on the street and talks to them.

You're the only one.

Say what?

I don't call anyone else princess, princess.

Aw, I know I'm special.

I can't help but feel butterflies flutter around in my stomach as I see those words. I really am the only one he calls that?

Haha, I wouldn't go that far.

Yeah, yeah. You just don't want to admit it.

He send me a rolling-eyes emoji and I roll my eyes at his response, not satisfied.

Well, goodnight princess. Sweet dreams. 😉

Goodnight, you too.

My body is so hot, and I know it's because of his insinuation of me dreaming of him. I switch my phone off and turn to face the wall, pulling the blanket over me. 

I keep thinking of his words, and his eyes staring at me earlier at the Cafe. I couldn't decipher the look he was giving me, but it was making me weak in the knees, and only Damon has the power to do that. 

I fall asleep, peacefully.