The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 7

Hardin's pov:

"God you're so cocky!" She shakes her head as soon as she gets in the seat beside me.

"A man can get cocky, Emma." I smirk.

"So you and Caroline?" She frowns biting her lip. I raise my brows at her.

"I'm curious, are you jealous?"

She rolls her eyes. "Get me a ride home, please." She leans back in the seat. I smirk and pull out of the driveway. "Ahh very demanding."

"This car is pure classic. Which model?" She asks.

"It's 1970 Ford Capri." I say proudly.

"Amazing!" She beams and looks out and I grin at her. She's so different from all the girls I've ever met. So alive, and so... sexy. I smirk in myself.

Her phone buzzes and she checks it muttering under her breath and starts typing a message. She's so dramatic I want to enjoy her company for a longer while.

"Hardin, my house is back that way." She says pointing behind her.

"I know. You're coming to mine." I shrug.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because you're my only friend and I want to hang out with you." I say.

"I don't hang out with guys younger to me." She smirks. I drop my mouth. She didn't actually said that!

"Well I do very adult things." I smirk back at her.

"Of course you do." She rolls her eyes. "You feel older than your age."

"I'm sixteen but I won't say sweet." I say and she laughs. I turn on the radio.

She smiles as we pull up the boarding house. Before the car is fully stopped, she jumps out. I instinctively yell out her name. This girl!

"Seriously, Emma? You freaked me out." I groan.

I love freaking out people!" She laughs as I roll my eyes.

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Emma's pov:

I skip over to the front door and walk in. They really need to lock their door.

"Make yourself at home." Hardin mutters beside me.

"I will, thank you, Mr Salvatore." I sat smirking. Hardin smirks back and grabs my hand leading me up to the stairs.

"Where are we going?" I question.

"Damon's room." Hardin answers, I laugh and follow him up. When we get up there I look around. It's really huge.

Hardin walks over to a wardrobe and opens it, checking out stuffs.

"Are you gonna steal one of Damon's shirts?" I joke.

"I've got better clothes." He mutters pulling out a journal frowning.

"Is that Damon's diary?" I ask.

"Interestingly, it's Stefan's." He smirks. "He writes all his dirty secrets here."

"But what is his Diary doing here? Damon stole it?" I shake my head.

"Apparently." Hardin says and opens the journal reading it.

"Hardin you shouldn't read it." I say.

"I shouldn't, but I am." Hardin smiles his dimples showing. I roll my eyes and sit down on Damon's bed. It's weird sitting on his bed but my legs are too lazy to keep standing.