In a world where she tries to ignore the fact that supernaturals are surrounding her 17 year old Brianna Gilbert, the youngest Gilbert, meets the most handsome man she has ever seen in her entire life. He is kind and has this charming smile- but wai...
I got ready for work. I put on a pink top with no straps and jeans.
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I put on my shoes, grabbed my bag and get into the car with Elena.
The car ride was silent. When we got there I immediately got out of the car and walked into the grill. I wasn't interested in talking with Elena. I wasn't in the mood. Not right now. Not after everything that is going on. When I walked in a accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh! I am so sorry! I should have watched where I was going I-" I looked up and saw that it was Stefan. My eyes widened and I started breathing heavily. He looked at me confused.
"It's fine. Are you ok?" He asked.
"Yeah! Yeah I'm great!" Not. Stefan and Damon are vampires. Well don't know about Stefan but Damon I know for sure. Even if he isn't one he would still know.
"Are you sure?" He asked. He looked concerned.
"Yes! Yes! I'm fine. Um I'll talk to you later!" Elena walked in as I walked away.
{2 hours later} I was watching Stefan and Elena together. I didn't trust Stefan. Not one bit. He could kill her at any moment.
"Bri! What are you doing here?" Taylor asked. I snapped out of it. I turned towards him.
"Wait what are you-" Then I realized Damon convinces Taylor to let me off of work tonight.
"Oh my god. I completely forgot! I'm sorry!" I took off my apron and handed it to him.
"Don't worry about it." He said. I sat down at the bar. "Can I get you anything?"
"Bourbon. Neat." I froze. My heart started racing. No! No no no no! Why here???
Taylor nodded and started making the drinks.
"So are you ignoring me now?" He asked. I got out of my chair and grabbed his arm. I dragged him to the bathroom and locked the door.
"Ooh I like where this is going." He smirked. I walked up to him and slapped him.
"If you EVER touch me again, I will call the sheriff and tell her what you did to me." He looked at me. He was no longer smirking. We made eye contact. I felt butterflies in my stomach. NO! DAMON IS A PSYCHOTIC KILLER! I CAN'T HAVE FEELING FOR HIM. NOPE NUH UH NOT HAPPENING! He took a step towards me and I took a step back and my back hit the wall. He put his hand on the side of my head. I started breathing heavily again.
"So I guess we're not on for tonight." He whispered.
