History Repeating

To Study... Or Not to Study

Biology. That's what I came here to study. Not the extremely sexy man sitting in the corner of the library. I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly shaped face. His long hair almost touching his shoulders. His body so rough and rugged. Stop it Elena! Biology! Mitosis! Meiosis! DNA! I certainly like his DNA. I sighed. This was going no where. I had three Biology modules due tomorrow. Tomorrow was the first day of my senior year of high school. I was eighteen already because of the birthday cutoff, but I couldn't wait to get out of here. I hated high school. I just needed something to get my mind off this subject.

I was studying/eye stalking the stranger when all of a sudden I noticed he wasn't there anymore. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Excuse me. Are you using this book?" The stranger whispered pointing to a random book on the table.

"I... Uh... No it's all yours," I whispered back nervously. Had he seen me staring at him?

"Thanks," he winked at me and walked back to his chair.

We both opened our books and "studied." I noticed him staring at me. I looked up and stared back. He gave me a smirk and mouthed the word "Study."

I smiled and quietly laughed to myself.

"You too," I mouthed back.

He laughed to himself as well.

About twenty minutes passed. I'd gotten no where, but the man looked halfway through the book. He was a fast reader. I felt like now would be a good time to look up again at him. Of course, he just so happened to look up as I was staring at him. He smiled at me and continued to his book.

We both carried on with our studying. All of a sudden I noticed he wasn't there again. He must have left. I sighed and looked at my book again.

That was when I saw someone pull out a chair and in front of me. It was him.

"I felt like this would be easier to stare at each other. My eyes were getting strained," he whispered to me.

"It's about time. I was wondering how long it'd take for you to make your move." I winked at him.

He laughed to himself.

"I'm Sam," he told me.

"Elena," I replied.

We talked for about an hour. It was mostly whispers, but we understood each other completely. I found out he just moved to Mystic Falls from Kansas. Now he was staying in the college dorms because he was getting his PhD in History, and he needed a place to stay. I didn't tell him much about me, but he knew I was eighteen and that I wanted to be a professor as well. I liked Sam. Talking to him was nice. It wasn't like talking to high school boys. They're immature and rude. Sam, on the other hand, was mature and rugged. Very rugged. His muscles were peaking through his v-neck. They flexed when he ran his fingers through his hair.

Some how, through all the whispers, we ended up in his dorm across the street from the library. He grabbed my waist and kissed me. I kissed him back. He was strong, very strong. He started removing my jacket, then my shirt, then my jeans, etc. I removed his, and we proceeded to the bed. Everything was moving so fast. He was laying on top of me kissing every crevice of my body. He made sure he didn't miss a spot. I felt his hand lift my back up as he kissed my stomach. I flipped him over so I was laying on top of him. I kissed his neck and continued down to his stomach. He flipped me back over and everything moved in slow motion.

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ELENA

I woke up the next morning at about six with an arm draped across me. I was alright with that, but then I realized I had to be at school at eight and I still needed to get ready. I slowly slid out from under Sam and looked around to find my clothes. As I was putting on my jeans, I heard a deep voice awaken.