Annabelle Mikaelson, known as Annabelle Denver in Mystic Falls, has been a vampire for centuries. After finally having enough of her Uncle, she travels to Mystic Falls, where she then meets some of her closest friends and all-time crush. However, as...
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Annabelle
I HAD ENJOYED spending my time at the Grill, yet hated all the prude boys who tried to flirt with me. I sipped my bourbon, this time actually compelling the bartender to give me some. After the other night, it felt much deserved. Besides, I was missing my family.
"If you're here to give me one of your sorry attempts at flirting then you can leave," I said, not even looking up at the boy who approached me.
"Well, I guess I should leave then," the boy said from beside me, taking a seat on the bar stool. I looked over at him before looking down so he wouldn't see my smile. He was attractive, I would give him that. "You don't look enough to be drinking."
"What can I say? Flash one of those bartenders a pretty smile and they'll give a girl whatever they want," I explained before sticking my hand out for him. "Annabelle Denvor."
"Nice to meet you, B," the boy said and I tilted my head slightly at the nickname. "Sorry, no attempts at flirting. I'm Jeremy Gilbert."
"As in Elena Gilbert's brother?" I questioned, unaware she had any siblings. He seemed surprised that I knew his sister.
"You know Elena?"
"Yeah, Stefan and I are old friends," I explained with a shrug, not wanting to go into details. "It just so happens your sister was there when I came stumbling to his doorstep."
"Oh," Jeremy looked down as I took a sip of my bourbon. Once I finished it, I slid it across the counter, waiting for the bartender to take it. "Do you want to play a round of pool? The girl I brought ditched me and it doesn't look like you have anyone waiting for you."
I arched an eyebrow at him. "Wow. Cocky are we?" Nonetheless, I agreed. "Just one round."
"Deal," Jeremy said, a grin plastered on his face. He led me over to the pool table, offering me a pool stick. Guiltly, I glanced up at him as what little warm blood I had pumping through me made my cheeks flush.
"I kind of don't know how to play pool," I admitted, biting my lip as he let out a small laugh.
"Really? In all your what, fifteen, sixteen years you've never played pool?" Jeremy asked, setting his stick down. More like hundreds of years.
"Fifteen years," I told him. He came around to my side of the pool table, gently taking the stick from my hands. He demonstrated how to hold it.
"See, hold it like this," he said before passing it off to me. I held it like he had shown me but was still at a loss of how to hit the ball so I looked up at him for help. Once again, he smiled at me before his hands hovered over my waist. "Can I? Promise I won't give you a sorry attempt at flirting." Now it was my turn to laugh.
"It's fine," I assured him and his hands lightly gripped my waist, adjusting my body so I was in the right position to hit the ball.
"Now just pull your arm back like this," he gently moved my arm back. "And just hit the ball, full force." He guided my arm, making me hit the white ball hard. All the balls split up, bouncing off each other. Once my ball made it into the net, I cheered. It felt like an achievement to me and I couldn't wait to brag about it my family, who had probably played pool a million times.
Sheepishly I smiled at him after doing my happy dance, which I did mindlessly. My uncle Kol always made fun of me for doing it, yet I paid no mind to his teasing manners. I awkwardly smiled at him. "Sorry, habit."
"It's fine," Jeremy assured me, biting his lip. For some reason, this boy intrigued me. I could tell I was forming a silly crush on him and I hadn't had a crush since before I triggered my vampire side. Quickly, I shook my thoughts as Jeremy rounded the pool table, moving to shoot his own balls. He was much better at it than me, knocking nearly three balls in.
I, on the other hand, was embarrassing myself as I tried to resume the stance Jeremy had shown me. He tried to hide his laugh by looking to the side and I scowled up at him. "Don't laugh at me." Jeremy stopped laughing but a smile still tugged at his lips. "Fix your stance a little. Your legs are a little too close together." I hated the way he said the words, it made me more intrigued by him.
However, I did as he said, moving my feet apart as I pulled my arm back, hitting the white ball once again. Yes, I had never played pool but I had watched my uncles and knew the rules. This time I completely missed any balls, glaring at the white ball as if it had feelings. "So, Jeremy Gilbert, tell me about yourself."
I leaned against the table as he shot his shot, knocking a ball in once more. He hit another ball, this time missing so I moved to shoot my shot. "What do you want to know?"
"Anything. Favorite color, favorite food, how many siblings you have, I don't know," I shrugged as I hit a ball in, getting excited again but Jeremy's chuckle made me annoyed once more.
"You're supposed to hit the stripped balls, not the solid ones," Jeremy told me and I pouted. As Nik would say, I was throwing one of my tantrums.
"Well, you never told me that," I pointed out.
"True," he said. I glared at him as he hit two more balls in, this time knocking one of my balls away from falling into the net. "My favorite color is green, like the forest. My favorite food is pizza, basic, I know, and it's just me and my sister. We live with my aunt."
I nodded, unsure how to reply to that. "You're right, pizza being your favorite food is basic." We both shared a laugh.
"I think it's your turn to answer," Jeremy told me.
"My favorite color is red," I said.
"That's basic," Jeremy interrupted and I let out another laugh. I hadn't laughed this month in the past few weeks.
"My favorite food is homemade cookies and I have no siblings," I explained as Jeremy hit the last ball into the net, annoyance filling me. Due to me sucking at this, I made it extremely easy for him by accidentally hitting a few of his balls in, thus the reason the game went by so quickly. "That wasn't fair. You actually know how to play."
"Rematch?" Jeremy offered as my phone dinged. It was Stefan, alerting me he was here to pick me up. I didn't answer, pocketing my phone.
"Sorry, my rides here. Maybe another time?" I said and Jeremy nodded.
"Okay," he agreed. "Can I at least get your number?" Stefan was impatient as he texted me again.
"Sure, but quick. My rides getting impatient," I commented, taking his phone from his hands and typing in my number.
"I'll text you," he assured me as I began to walk away.
"You better if you want that rematch," I said, leaving with a goofy smile on my face. Stefan was parked outside, tapping the steering wheel as he anxiously looked around. I climbed into his car, drawing his attention to me. "Thank you for picking me up. It really means a lot."
"You're welcome," Stefan said, offering a gentle smile.
"You know, you can take me back to the motel. I'm sure there's another room open," I said, looking over at him after buckling my seatbelt.
"There's too much going on, it's best if you stay with us," Stefan told me.
"You don't even know me. Besides, I don't think Damon really trusts me."
"Don't worry about Damon, I'll handle him," Stefan said, pulling away from the curb before adding, "Besides you're young and a vampire, one slip up from you could get us all killed." I nodded in understanding, grateful he was willing to take me in.
