Stop Hurting Him
Chapter 3
Hangover
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When I woke up in the morning, my head was hurting like hell. I looked at the clocked. 6:30. Oh crap. School today. Worst time to have a hangover. I'll just say Im ill, yeah, I do a great sick voice. I then heard a knock on my door.
"Yeah?" I said, holding my head.
The door opened and Stefan stood in the door way.
"You too huh?" He said, holding his head aswell.
I nodded.
"I'm not going to school today. Anyway, do you know how much we had last night?" I groaned., laying back down.
"No idea." He smirked.
"Whats so funny?" I growled.
"Your cute when your drunk." He smirked again.
"Urghh. What have I said now?!"
He didnt say anything. I turned over too see him and he was now sitting at the end of my bed.
"Stef, come on. What did I say?" I asked, nervous now. "It can't be that bad."
"You said that you loved me." He said quietly.
I froze. Crap! Getting drunk has more cons than pros. I desperately racked my brain for an excuse. I finally came up with one.
"Course I do, your like my brother." I said, trying to make my face go back to normal.
"Thats not what you meant." He whispered.
I didnt say anything, I just got up and went into my bathroom. I locked the door and jumped in the shower. Oh fuck, I didnt bring any clothes!! I just hope Stefan would be gone by the time I got out. I was still trying to figure out what to do about my drunken revelation! Like they say, A drunken mind speaks a sober heart. Damn! I got out the shower and wrapped a towel around me. Please dont let Stefan be there. I silently prayed. I unlocked the door and opened it. I went into my room to see Stefan looking out the window.Still shirtless, still in his PJ trousers. Luckily my wardrobe was oppisite the window. I silently picked out a red plaid shirt, black tank top, black shorts and Doc Martens. Just as I was getting out some undies, the drawer creaked and Stefan turned around. Oh fuck my life very much! I didnt turn to look at him i just picked out the undies and went back in the bathroom. Just before I closed the door...
"Evie." He said, but I closed the door and got ready. After I was changed I straightened my red hair but curled the 2 side bits at the front. I done my make up and went back into my bedroom. Oh thank god he wasn't there. I grabbed my ipod and phone and went downstairs. I guessed Stefan had gone to school so I went over to couch and flicked on the TV. CSI. Good. I was so involved in watching a womans body being analysed by the mourge, I didnt realise when the stairs creaked and the door opened. You know when you have a feeling that your being watched. Yeah, I had that. Bad. I got up and crouched down, snarling.
"Whos there?" I growled.
I suddenly saw a dark shadow shoot across the room and go behind me. I spun quickly and pounced on the figure. Knocking them to the floor. I snarled, snapping my teeth right in front of their face. I then saw who it was.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" I yelled.
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FanfictionOriginally: Stop Hurting Him. (Completed) Evie cares for both Salvatore brothers, she helped them through everything, but when Elena leaves Stefan for Damon, Evie faces the consequences. A twisted love square between, Stefan,Elena,Damon&Evie. Who wi...