The Perfect Mikaelson's

9|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

"Stefan, Damon.. this is my sister Abbie. I'm sure you met her at the ball a couple months back." She steps to the side , allowing me to step up and see both the boys. "Hey." I smile, giving them a small wave, Stefan comes from around the table, extending his hand out to me. "Hi , I'm Stefan . Damon's brother."

"It's nice to meet you Stefan." I force out, hoping he wouldn't notice my sweaty palms. "Seems like you can't get enough of me." Damon smiles, walking over to take Stefan's place in front of me. Stefan and Rebekah share a look that Damon missed, but I didn't. "Seems like you have a habit of being everywhere I am. Are you just waiting for me every time I come into town?" I raise an eyebrow, watching the blush flood his cheeks. Stefan and Rebekah share a giggle to themselves, before Damon's head shot over to them, making them stop.

"So.. Do you boys have time for another round? I would love to see which one of you is better!" I sashay around the table, hearing both boys choke on their drink. "Calm down boys. She meant at the game, not in bed." Rebekah says, taking a sip of her drink. They both look at me and I shrug my shoulders, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.

"Well why don't we play teams? Stefan, you take blondie, I'll take Abbie." He smiles over at me. "I have a name, you know?" Rebekah spat, helping Stefan collect the balls. I turned on my heels to face Damon. "So, any tips on how to play?" I smiled, seeing the same smile that has yet to leave his face. Maybe my family was right.. Maybe he does like me.

"It's more of a learning as you go type thing. Don't worry, I'll be here to show you how to hold the stick and aim." He winked, definitely making me regret asking that question. "So, Abbie, Will you go to Mystic Falls High School?" Stefan asked, taking the first shot of the game. "No, I only plan on being back for a couple of days." I laughed, watching Damon line up his shot. His concentration, not faltering in the slightest as he glided the stick, making contact with the cue ball.

Rebekah clears her throat, making me realize my mouth hung slightly open. What? I'm watching how the game is played." I sassed back, the pair quickly raising their eyebrows at me, probably not believing a word I just said. Rebekah comes around the table to get a better angle, so I move out of her way. I had to slide past Damon in the narrow corner that was occupied by some stray chairs. "Sorry." I mumbled, sliding by him, accidentally rubbing up against him.

"So where do you live?" Stefan asked, waiting for Rebekah to take her shot. "Venice, Italy." I spoke, waiting for the balls to quit moving before I lined up my shot. I moved around to where I would have a better angle of the cue ball with my target, when I felt a pair of hands grab my hips as I bent over. I could feel Stefan and Rebekah staring at us, but my focus was more on his standing almost completely behind me. If that wasn't bad enough, one hand stayed on my hip, while the other traced down my arm, resting on top of my hand.

I was completely aware of how this looked and it was a very compromising position from any angle you look at it.. him being the only one unfazed by it. While I tried to regain my focus and line up my shot, I then realized his mouth was next to my ear as he began to talk softly to me. "Keep your eye on the ball and the pocket you want it to go in, giving it just enough force-.." with that I slid the stick with just enough momentum to send it rolling across the table as Damon pressed further against me, until it went into the corner pocket. ".. to make your shot." We both stood up, my turning my head to look at him wearing a proud smile.

I quickly turned away, looking at the ground to hide how flustered that all made me, as Stefan went on with his turn. Just then, I felt him closer to me again, his mouth back where it was before. "I hope you didn't mind me being so close.. but when you bent over, you nearly gave everyone in here a sneak peek." He hummed, and I had to fight back the chill he sent down my spine and the butterflies from his voice, smell and protectiveness.