Don't Look At Me With Those Judgy Little Eyes (Currently under revision)

Chapter 8- Shakespearean Poetry, Bone Deep Wounds, and Broken Hearts

Chapter 8

Shakespearean Poetry, Bone Deep Wounds, and The Sound of Hearts Shattering

"Elena, why!" I shrieked as she dragged me towards the entrance. "Because, Aria, you need to get out of that house of yours." she tightened her grip and tugged harder. I swear, I will kill Elena for doing this to me. The scene of Elena dragging me along, resembled a mother pulling their young child by the hand towards the doctor's office, where an elderly nurse awaited with a small needle between her gloved fingers.

　

Stefan chuckled from behind and nonchalantly lifted me up and carried me the rest of the way towards the brightened up building. "Stefan! People are going to see my underwear!" I whispered loudly. I pulled my dress down and struggled against his hold.

　

"Oh, Aria, relax." he said and laughed. "Please try to have fun at this benefit. The mayor will present his speech and you'll see Matt." Elena smiled and Stefan finally set me down once we stepped through the door. I felt goose flesh form on my arms as the cool a/c passed through. I had worn a royal purple party dress that barely reached my knees. It was made of silk and hung loosely from my waist down.

　

"Can I ask you a question, Elena?" I said and she nodded. "Why does this town have so many benefits?" I said and looked around at all the eager partygoers smiling and mingling, drinks in hand. Elena laughed and then sighed. "Honestly? No clue. I'm guessing so people don't worry about the animal attacks." she offered. Curse this. I hate how Elena brings me to all of these events. I just wanted to stay home tonight, read a little, eat and then gladly sleep. But no, Elena wants, Elena gets.

　

I just nodded and headed towards the refreshment table. On my way there I swiped a glass of champagne from the metal tray. The waiter hardly flinched since he had been speaking to another guest. I took a sip from the liquid and smiled as it went down my throat. Honestly, I preferred this formal drink. It was classy. Beer and bourbon were fun to play with but never really seemed to fit for me.

　

I reached the table and grabbed a carrot. I also grabbed a finger sandwich and ate happily. "Save some for others." their breath tickled my ear. I flinched and turned slightly, taking a peek at Damon. "It's not like you need any of it." I whispered back and took another bite from the carrot. Might I say, he looked so handsome right now. He was wearing black dress pants and shoes, along with a fancy black dress buttoned-up shirt. Classy Damon was looking spiffy. I turned away from him, my back to his face.

　

"Au contraire." he said and reached for a breadstick from behind me, so his chin rested on my shoulder for a few seconds. My spine tingled as his cologne invaded my senses. A memory of him cornering me in the woods flashed before me. I nervously began to drink my champagne.

　

He smirked. "Little girls are not allowed to drink adult drinks." he reached for my glass and I moved it away further. "I rather be young than a 164 year old man." I said and smirked. He chuckled wryly. He took a bite from the breadstick and offered some to me. "No thanks, your germs might be contagious." I stated and continued to drink. I was being childish, and I very much enjoyed it.

　

He smirked. "Seriously? Are you playing the "boys have cooties" card? That is so preschool, Aria. I thought you were more mature and classy." he said sarcastically and gladly swiped my drink away from me. I was taken aback. He just questioned my maturity. I felt my face turn bright red at the remark. I was embarrassed.