Emilia

Just yesterday he and I were playing, having fun and smiling. I was actually starting to think that he might be a friend. A friend who's willing to open up to me. A friend who doesn't betray. But I was so stupid to think that. It's proven that if you're a monster, you'll always be a monster.

And Damon Salvatore proved that.

I've never hated someone in my life more than I do now, I didn't know someone could hate that hard. I loathe him and his actions, every decision and choice he makes. Thinking he could actually change was the biggest mistake I've thought of in all eternity. He clearly is not changing and he'll always be the Damon that I know.

He snapped my brothers neck, killing him. But luckily Jeremy had Jonathan's ring, and he came back to life. Yet I still despise Damon and I'll never forgive him for what he's done. Katherine rejected him but that doesn't give him the permission to snap my brother's neck.

Just yesterday we were competing, having fun. He had help me push my car to the side of the road, he was going to freaking kiss me. But I stopped it before it happened and he went to Elena that night. And she rejected him. He got rejected three times yesterday, but yet I still hated him and pitied him at the same time.

I gulp down my lemonade before throwing it in the trashcan and walking to the school's entrance doors that are wide open. I step inside and immediately catch sight of Tyler arm wrestling a guy on a table, and he ends up winning.

The guy walks away and whines as another guy steps in and challenges Tyler. I've arm wrestled before with a girl at prison, but now I want to try with a boy. I mean, human me would never even think about it but I'm not human anymore and that's not an option I need to make.

I smirk proudly before walking to Tyler just as his opponent stomps away.

"Hey Tyler," I greet, smiling slightly as I slide into the other side of the table. "Emilia, what are you doing here?" He asks, raising both his brows. "Uh, isn't obvious? I want to arm wrestle." I reply, chuckling.

Tyler pauses and continues staring at me like I'm stupid. But I just hold out my arm and smirk challengingly at him. Tyler shakes his head and leans back in his chair, "No way, you're crazy."

"Oh c'mon, it won't hurt anybody would it?"

"It'd hurt you." Tyler says, snorting. "Don't flatter yourself, Lockwood." I chuckle, clicking my tongue as I motion to my held out hand.

Suddenly, Stefan grabs my hand and pulls me out of my seat and to the corner of the room. I roll my eyes and pull my hand away from his, raising an eyebrow.

"You are not going to wrestle him." Stefan says, pursing his lips. "Who said so?" I ask, snorting. "I did. You're not going to do it." Stefan argues, crossing his arms.

"Stefan, I'm going to arm wrestle Tyler for god's sake, not a WWE match." I inform, scoffing.

He shook his head, "If you play against him and you win, everybody will know that you're not human. They already believe in Vampire and they're going to think you are one."

I scoff, "What, so you think girls are not stronger than boys?"

"No, that's not what I'm implying. I'm just saying you have to keep your secret safe. If this town believes there are werewolves too, they're going to hunt you down." Stefan corrects, warning.

"We both know I'd hunt them down by my eyes before they even land a hand on me."

"You wouldn't hurt them." Stefan says, shaking his head. "You're right. I'm just going to prove that girls are actually stronger than boys." I argue before turning around and walking back to Tyler.

I sit across him and hold out my hand, "C'mon, Tyler, I have something else to take care of."

Tyler shakes his head, "I'm not competing with you, Emilia, so go do your other thing."

"Tyler, I have to prove that girls are stronger than boys."

"Fine then, I'll wrestle you," I sigh in relief, "But I'll let you win and I'll act like you're stronger than me, okay?"

I growl, "They're not that stupid, Lockwood."

"Then I'm sorry, I can't help you." Tyler shakes his head, standing up and ready to leave. I catch his wrist before he walks, and I glare at him.

"I know who killed Vicki, Tyler, so if you want to know just arm wrestle me." I offer, hoping he'd agree.

Tyler stares at me for a while before shaking his head, "I don't want to know, Emilia. And I'd never wrestle you." He pulls his wrist from my grip and walks away, leaving me growling to myself.

All of a sudden, Mason Lockwood sits across from me and he smiles slightly, "Hello Emilia."

I muse, "Mason Lockwood. I haven't heard your name since that hot chick you hooked up with sobbed to me about your love story."

Mason chuckled, "I don't know who she is, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Tyler. And I want to know who killed Vicki."

I smirked and held out my arm and he did too with the same smirk. Our hands wrapped against each other and both of us at the same time pushed. Our hands stayed shaking in the middle till my hand tilted to the right as Mason pushed harder.

I groaned slightly as the back of my hand neared the table and I tried so hard to push it away, but Mason was obviously stronger.

My hand hit the table and Mason smirked at me, unwrapping his hand from mine. I took a deep breath as he stood up and walked away.

"Don't you wanna know about Vicki?" I call out, but Mason shakes his head and walks away.

My face scrunches up in confusion and I stand up, walking towards Stefan who was now unfortunately accompanied by Damon.

I stood in front of them and looked back at Mason, "That's weird. We made a deal and he didn't take my part."

Damon snorted, "Not only that, but he arm wrestled you like he didn't care id he got hurt or not."

"I know, I mean he was so overprotective when I went with him to Tyler's football matches, but now I honestly don't know." I reply, still looking at Mason who was talking to a girl.

"It's like he new you wouldn't get hurt." Stefan agrees and I finally look at the two of them.

"Do you think he knows about my secret?"

The two brothers shrug their shoulder and glare at Mason. "Anyways, we'll figure this out later. I have to go." I say, turning around and walking away.

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I gulped down my flask and twirled around in the classroom as Elena, Stefan, and Damon chatted. I giggled to myself and sat on one of the desks, throwing my legs into the air. I stood up again and laughed, walking to the three of them who are talking about how Caroline became a Vampire.

"Emilia, you know you can't get drunk right?" Damon reminds, chuckling at me but I just giggle in response. Damon smiled at me as I sat beside him on the desk, grinning at him and the other two. "So, Caroline is a Vampire." I repeat, swinging my legs in the air.

"Yeah, I think we've established that." Elena says, glaring at me playfully. "I want gelato." I say in an Italian accent, causing the three of them to burst out laughing. "I prefer the term ice cream." Damon says, chuckling.

"Emilia, are you drunk?"

"I don't know. I searched online for how do werewolves get drunk, and it says that they can't."

"Yet you're still drinking." Elena finishes, shaking her head. "Damon, these two obviously don't like my presence. Why don't you be a gentlemen and take me to the ice cream truck." I say, looking at Damon.

"Hop on, m'lady." Damon muses, standing up and offering his back for me. I giggle and jump on his back for a piggy back ride. "See ya, suckers!" I call out to Stefan and Elena. I hear them both chuckle as Damon walks out of the school and to the carnival.

"What's your favorite ice cream flavor?" I ask, whispering in Damon's ear.

Damon chuckles and whispers back, "Chocolate"

"Hmmm, but I prefer toffee or mint chocolate chip." I reply, adjusting myself on his back. "There's the ice cream truck." Damon says, pointing to the truck. I squeal as he walks towards it with me on his back, and I can't contain my excitement.

I cling into Damon's back as he orders our ice cream, and I don't know if I'm really drunk or not. But what I'm doing doesn't feel wrong, so I'm doing it either way.

Damon hands me my mint chocolate chip ice cream and I instantly attack my source of food. I groan in delight and continue licking as Damon walks to a bench and he drops me gently on it. He sits beside me and licks his ice cream, staring off into the distance.

"This is nice." I mutter, smiling slightly at Damon. Damon smiles back as I add, "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for killing my brother."

"He had his ring on."

"What if he didn't?"

"Well, he did."

"I don't care, I just don't forgive you." I say, shrugging. Damon groans, "I'm sorry for killing your brother."

I shake my head, "Nope, not forgiven."

Damon groans, "How is it going to be fair then?"

I muse, "It's only going to be fair if you die."

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I haven't updated in so long but here is a chapter. Sorry i got sort of busy with my school work but i hope you guys enjoy this short chapter💖

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