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Ariana Grande just dropped an album & this song gave me so much inspiration !! I hope u all love it 🖤 (ps if u haven't listened to the thank u next album yet, please do it's absolutely amazing)
recommended song: break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored by Ariana Grande
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I normally am not one to get jealous, but seeing Elena with him made the blood in my veins boil like molten lava. As I sat at the bar watching them, my hands clenched tightly into a fist, my nails digging into the sensitive skin of my palms. I had come to this damn club because of the desperate "girls night" that Caroline and Bonnie said we needed. I had only agreed to try and get him out of my head. At least for one night of fun. But, much to my dismay, he showed up, probably per Elena's request.
I had felt an immense attraction towards Damon Salvatore since the moment we met, and if my instincts were correct, he felt it too. But the thing was, he was with Elena. And I couldn't stand it. I hadn't moved here that long ago, but I had spent enough time with the bitch to know how self absorbed she was. She only cared about herself and I knew Damon deserved someone better. Someone that would treat him like the sexy vampire that he was. Someone who wouldn't snap in half the moment someone threatened her. Someone who could hold her own. Someone like me.
As I sipped on my gin and tonic, angrily chewing the straw, I caught gazes with Damon, Elena grinding against him on the dance floor. His icy blue eyes met mine and shivers ran up the entire length of my body.
He was so goddamn hot.
"Hey, cutie." I turned to see the bartender, who had been eyeing me for a good fifteen minutes now, standing behind the counter with his elbows resting on the polished wood. "Can I get you another drink?"
"No thanks, I'm good." I replied, my eyes still glued on Damon.
"Are you sure? It's on the house."
"I said no." I snapped, whipping around to face him, my eyes flickering as I fought the urge to snap his neck in half.
"You seem tense, doll." He whispered, watching me carefully. "Your boyfriend with another girl?"
"What?" I snapped.
"The guy you're staring at. Is that your boyfriend?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking slowly before answering. "No, he's my friend's boyfriend. But he'll be mine soon."
The bartender raised his eyebrows with an impressed expression. "He'd be lucky to have a confident woman like you. If he hasn't realized that by now, I don't think he ever will."
"What makes you the judge?" I sneered.
"I'm a bartender. I see this sort of shit happen every night. Trust me, sweetheart."
