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I greeted my mom as soon as I walked through the front door. The atmosphere was awkward between us ever since yesterday.

"How was school?"

"Decent." I replied tersely. I was only making it worse on myself, but I didn't have anything left to say.

"Alright. Where did you come from yesterday? You know, dressed in only a robe."

I had to choose my words carefully. I could tell she was on the brink of raging on me. "It's complicated. It had stuff to do with a boy I have been involved with on and off for a long time. I had to break up with Xavier because of it today. It just wasn't fair to him."

She looked at me sympathetically almost immediately and walked over to me, "wow you guys broke up? Who is this guy we are speaking of?"

"You don't know him." I found it ironic that I was saying this about Damon to someone else.

"So you were at his house?"

"No no mom," I sighed and looked her in the eyes. I didn't know how to put this. "I was in a horrible state mentally last night while out with Caroline. He helped me with it. Nothing happened."

"Hmm." She shrugged her shoulder and turned around to get back to washing the dishes she was halfway through.

"what?"

"I just can't understand you."

"Amen." I whispered underneath my breath.

"It's still pretty crappy of you to do what you did. You know, because I care. People care. Your well-being matters to me. Just knowing you weren't okay... hurts. I should know." She was less tense now.

"I know.. I'm sorry it's my f—"

"Please Elena," she held her hand up, "thanks for telling me. Let's just not talk about it anymore. Punishment still stands."

I wasn't surprised. I nodded in agreement, knowing that what she had said was all true. I seem to be wrong often these days. I excuse myself to my room and flopped down on my bed. I have lost three people. Caroline is mad at me, Xavier will never want to speak to me again, and my mom is disappointed in me. Why? All because of a boy whom I can't share with the world. Problem was that I didn't know how to fix any of it. I was protecting someone I was taking a chance with. No matter how hard I had tried, I couldn't shake him. I unconsciously was thinking of him, that much was enough to convince me that I was hung up on him. That was when I made the decision to text him, asking if we could talk. I got a reply back asking to meet, but I quickly responded back saying I couldn't. Since I was grounded and all. I stayed up a bit and waited. I knew he was gonna show up at some point. He always managed to sneak into my house one way or another. As I waited, I changed into some PJs and had time to slip under my bed covers. I don't know how much time passed by, because I was preoccupied by my phone when there was a knock on my window. I looked up and saw him hovering behind the glass. I got up from my bed to let him in almost too quickly.

He climbed through leisurely and closed the window behind him.

"So this is how you've been getting in and out? The old fashioned window?" Why hadn't I thought of that before. It was pretty self explanatory. I guess I was looking for some kind of a supernatural entrance.

"Yes. Very easily too." He smiled at me nervously.

Was he intimidated by me? I decided not to ask. It felt good being a little superior every once in a while. "Come. Sit."

He nodded and sat down on a chair across from my bed.

"Don't be a prude. You've already welcomed yourself to my bed." Which was another thing I really needed to ask him about.