Why me?! (Damon Salvatore fan-fic)

Math text books come in handy

I woke up hearing a thud sound at the door causing me to fall out of my bed. 

Holy crap someone is in the house I thought to myself!!  Panicking I grabbed my big ass math text book and tip toeing down the stairs.  Different scenarios danced in my head as I made it down onto the last stair.  My heart was pounding in my chest as if it were a drum.  

I started hearing more sounds coming from the kitchen!  Maybe the robber was a food robber, or maybe the robber was looking for a knife to be able to kill me. 

Moving forward slightly I could make out the shadow of a figure standing by the fridge.  My hands gripped the math text book before charging in and attacking my thief on the head.  Without looking at anything but the back of the robbers head I whopped him hard, causing him to fall down in pain.  My ego was now larger then the state of Texas, feeling very proud of me.

 "What the hell, Lara?!" I heard the thief groan in pain.  Wait...how did the robber know my name?

Looking at him closer I noticed similarities to him and what looked like my brother.  Holy crap that's my brother!

 "Oh my god look are you ok?!" I yelled while kneeling down next to him.

 "Not so loud I have a hangover." Luke hissed at me while shoving me away from him. 

Luke groaned again while getting up and walking up the stairs to his bedroom.

 "I thought you were a robber." I told him while following him up the stairs.  My ego was now the size of a dime.

 "Whatever, I'm going to take a nap before mom gets home." Luke said before slamming the door in my face.

Grumbling a few choice words that I care not to repeat while heading back to my room, with my stupid math book still in my hands.  Throwing the math book down on my desk.

 "Hey babe." A voice said from behind me, I spun around to be face to face with Damon.

 "Hello Damon." I said calmly.  I wasn't going to snap at him about the babe thing anymore, because I actually enjoyed his company and did not want to risk losing him after less then twenty-four hours of dating him. 

Damon had his signature smirk on his face and he walked over to me.  Before I could take a breath his arms were snaked around my waist.  I craned my neck to be able to make eye contact with him, even thought I was five foot six I looked like a mouse standing next to a cat. 

As his lips brushed against my throat I let out a small gasp.

 "How are you?" Damon whispered bringing his lips up to my ear. 

 "Fine." I was able to choke out.  Get yourself together I told myself, I have never acted this way in my life. 

Damon chuckled while dragging me onto my bed. Looking up at him I saw his black hair was slightly tousled and he was wearing a tight black shirt.

 "Like what you see?" Damon asked me with a small chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. 

 "How did you get in here?' I questioned him.

 "The door was open" Damon told me while pointing at my window.

I groaned remembering that I forgot to lock the door last night, I quickly also noticed that I left my window open and got up and locked the window.  In a town like this you didn't have to worry about locking your windows at night nor your doors.  It is a pretty safe town with a low crime rate.

 "Next time you could use the door." I suggested to Damon as I made sure that it was tightly locked.  I didn't really want another shocking visit from Damon, my heart was still pounding in my chest.

 "Relax." Damon said while rubbing my shoulders.  My muscles were sore and tight from all the stress of last night, I was not one to handle stress very well.

I sighed as all the knots in my shoulders slowly disappeared.

Just as Damon's lips started brushing up and down my neck again his phone started ringing.  Damon was the one to groan this time and looked at the caller ID, his facial expression changed to a serious expression as he answered the phone.

Damon lifted his finger signaling one sec as he quickly walked out of the room.  It must have been someone important for Damon to walk out, I've never seen him so serious before.  With a few minutes to spare I quickly brushed my hair and put it up in a messy bun.  Just as I finished Damon walked back into the room with a puzzled expression on his face. 

He sighed and rubbed rubbed his face with his hands.

 "Is everything ok, Damon?" I asked.  What could have happened in such a short phone call?

 "That was my younger brother who called me, Stefan." Damon told me with a troubled look on his face. 

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