Imagination is the key (stefan, Damon love triangle)

chapter eighteen

I couldn't get Damon out of my head. The way he looked at me made me feel...Confuzed. Something inside me swirled unevenly around my stomach. Feelings i didnt recongize started to surface.

"Lillie, you okay?"

I jumped out of my seat, hand clutching at my chest and looked around the bording house in panic. My eyes landed on Stefan and Lexi watching me. I breathed a sigh of relief before nodding slowly. "Yeah."

"You sure?" Stefan asked soothingly.

"Yeah, i'm fine." I reasurred with a tiny smile.

"Good. So what we doing tonight?" Lexi asked, leaning forwards and balancing her elbows on her knees.

"Well, its funny you should say ask that." An all to familiar voice said from behind us. Damon waltzed into the room and stood behind Lexi. Our eye met briefly before i looked down at my lap and moved my hair to cover my face, creating a barrier between us.

"Well i wasnt asking you." Lexi stated.

Damon rolled his eyes but otherwise ignored her and carried on. "There's a party at the grill with all Stef's friends. You'll love it."

"Oh I dont want a birthday party." Stefan said.

I looked over at Stefan and frowned. "It's your birthday? Why did you tell me? Now i feel bad!"

"Sorry, it just didnt come up."

"Oh, well, i see how it is." I glared at him before cracking a smile. "Happy birthday and my gift to you will be a drink at the party tonight. That you are going too." Lexi laughed as she lent over and gave me a high-five.

"We're gunna make him have fun." Lexi whispered overly loudly and i just giggled.

I stood up, ignoring Damon's lurking presence, and stretched. My arms stretched over my head, and back curved as a loud yawn over took me.

"I'm going to go home and convince Jenna to let me out tonight, so i expect you two too meet me at the grill at seven. If you're not there i will hunt you down and drag you," I paused for a moment, "by your hair."

I tossed my bag over my shoulder and pushed past Damon, whose eyes i could feel following me.

"Happy birthday again, Stefan." I called out behind me as i left the house.