Not Such An Outcast

Chapter 2

Wet.

No air.

Suffocating.

Nothing filling her lungs other than water.

Elena choked, repeatedly.

Her lungs were going to give out.

The last thing she saw was her brother. He was banging on the window. But, then his arm froze.

Elena blacks out.

Elena gasped for air once she heard the nagging alarm clock that signaled her to get up for her second day of school.

She floated to the bathroom in her pajamas, half asleep, and showered. After Elena looked decent, she went to get breakfast. Walking downstairs, Elena discovered her hung over Aunt on the stool with her head over the counter.

Elena picked up her usual banana and granola and headed towards the door, kissing her Aunt's head, and leaving. On her way out, Aunt Jenna moans and falls off the stool.

"Aunt Jenna!" Elena rushed over towards her drunken Aunt, "Are you okay?"

Aunt Jenna moans, "I just want to sleep. Let me sleep! Let me sleep!"

"Okay, okay," Elena drops her Aunt back on the tiled floor and takes off out the door.

When Elena got to school, she filed into the building and went to her locker. Was it weird she was looking forward to seeing Damon Salvatore?

Of course, he was sitting there, pretending to arrange things in his locker just so he could see her. Damon pretended he did not see her and continued to mingle with his friend, Mason Lockwood. Mason nudged his shoulder and turned around to flirt with a random girl.

Damon shut his locker and gazed at the tan beauty walking towards him. "Hey Gilbert," Damon winked at Elena and leaned against his locker with his black shoes crisscrossing.

"Hey," Elena said, spinning her dial and picking up her textbooks and binders. She checked the mirror that was in her locker, trying to fix herself without Damon seeing her. Was she attempting to look good for Damon Salvatore?

"How's it going?" Damon asked while Mason kicked his calf. "Ahem…" Damon cleared his throat.

"It's going good, my Aunt fell this morning. She was hung over and didn't want to get up, so I left her there," Elena's eyes widened and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, wow," Damon chuckled with Elena.

"So… You just gonna stare at me? Not make some bitchy comment like you used too?" Elena was running out of things to say and didn't know what to do.

Elena and Damon started towards homeroom.

"Well, I guess I'm sorry for when I did that. I just… I didn't know you like I do now, and, you're not that bad," Damon smirked and accidentally brushed his hand against hers.

There was a moment of awkwardness and Elena immediately moved her hand, tasting the awkwardness. "Thanks, if that's a compliment," Elena and Damon laughed.

Damon held the door open for the brunette beauty and escorted her to her seat and sat at his own. Elena set her books down and looked over at the pair of enchanting green eyes that were attacking her with just a simple stare.

"What are you doing Friday? You wanna come to this party Mason's having?" Damon asked, sounding more hopeful than he should of if this whole thing was just a bet.

"I'm not really a party person," Elena tied her hair up in a loose bun.

Damon watched her like a hawk. "A little party ain't kill nobody," Damon smirked at Elena.

"I know… But I don't really fit in with your crew. Their different, and I'm nothing like them…" Elena mumbled. She did not want to go to this popular party with booze and sweaty dancing couples.

"No one ever doesn't fit in. It's just you have your ways of doing things and they have theirs," Damon all of a sudden got a text.

U better get with that girl then. It's ruining ur reputation just sitting next 2 her.

-Mason

Damon then turned around to see Mason glaring at him and he shared the glare because he was slightly angry that he didn't call her by her first name. Elena. She wasn't just some random girl, she was Elena Gilbert. An innocent, depressed, lonely girl who lost her parents.

Idk if she will, we will have to see.

-Damon

Dude, don't play with me, we can't lose this god damn bet…

-Mason

Okay jeeze

-Damon

Damon turned his attention to Elena again.

"So, what do you say?" Damon winked and fixed himself in his chair.

"Fine… But this isn't like hardcore partying with alcohol right?" Elena asked. "By the way, where is it? I'm walking."

"Elena, honey, every party in senior year has alcohol. It's really far away… It's all the way across town, you can't walk that far, I can drive you, its fine," Damon stated with a concerned expression on his face.

"I'm walking. You could walk with me if you want," Elena exclaimed, twisting a rope of loose chocolate colored hair.

"Uh…" Damon glanced at Mason for a moment to see him all over a pair of blondes, "Sure, I guess were walking…" Damon attempted to stage a smile.

I guess more time to learn about Elena Gilbert.

"Aunt Jenna?! Are you home!?" Elena, very unsure of what to wear, was hollering from her bedroom for her Aunt's grown-up assistance.

She heard a moan from downstairs and followed the strange noise that was coming from her Aunt. Elena walked down the stairs to find her Aunt lying on the TV room's couch with a glass of wine in her hand.

Ugh, not again.

"Aunt Jenna? Can you help with something?" Elena asked softly, biting her bottom lip.

"Y-y-y-yeah honey. What do you need help w-w-w-with?" Aunt Jenna gave a drunken grin and showed her rotting teeth.

"Well, I am going to a party, and I don't know what to wear," Elena said, sitting on the end of the couch.

Aunt Jenna took a large gulp of red wine, "A party! Little Elena is growing up soo f-f-fast! Of c-c-course I'll help youu!"

Aunt Jenna stood up wearing a fluffy, lavender robe and dropped her glass of wine on the hardwood floor, "To your bedroom!"

"Alright, so what should I wear? Nothing too dressy, right? Maybe this?" Elena pulled out a chunky oatmeal sweater and a maroon scarf.

Whoa, I haven't worn something like this since…

Aunt Jenna sat on the bed and gazed around the room, "Maybe a different colored room would be good. Oh, and yes! T-that's very cute!"

Elena slid on the sweater and scarf then picked out a pair of black leggings and some black boots. She then went to the bathroom to check out her hair. It was a frizzy mess.

Elena opened her cabinet that was under her sink, looking for her old curling iron.

After finishing the last curl, Elena went under her sink again to find her makeup back. She did a little eye makeup and put some gloss on her lips.

"Finished. Aunt Jenna, how do I look? Is this too much?" Elena walked out of the bathroom looking like a model. It has definitely been a while since she has gotten dressed up for an event.

"Oh my goodness, Elena… You look exactly like your mother," Aunt Jenna started to tear up, she was also a little sober, Elena thought…

"Aw, it's okay," Elena put her arm around her Aunt Jenna's shoulder and sat with her for a few minutes before she stopped sobbing.

"Oh, I forgot to give you something. I got you these, they match your prescription," Aunt Jenna dug in her robe's pocket for a container that said "Acuve."

"Oh my god! Did you get me contacts?" Elena screamed at the top of her lungs. She hasn't been that happy since before her parents died. "Thanks so much, Aunt Jenna! I love you."

"Your w-welcome, now, go to the bathroom and try 'em out. After that, go downstairs. In the cabinet with the alcohol, there is some tequila. In the glasses cabinet there is a shot glass, take a shot before you go to this party, just so you're prepared, it'll also loosen you up," Aunt Jenna smiled and lay her head on Elena's pillow.

Elena laughed and did as she was told. She went to the bathroom and took off her glasses. Everything was blurry, but then she placed the contacts in her eyes along with the liquid to stop it from hurting and was extremely overjoyed. She always hated her glasses even though they were adorable Vera Wang turtle shell patterned. Elena loved her new look without her glasses.

All of a sudden, Elena heard the doorbell ring. It must be Damon.

Elena rushed down the stairs and opened the door to find a smirking Damon with his leather jacket hanging off his shoulder.

"You look… Amazing, Elena. Where's your glasses?" Damon asked, walking in the house.

"Aunt Jenna got me contacts," Elena said surprised, "One more thing." Elena walked into the kitchen and was almost shocked at what she was about to do. She opened the cabinet and took out the Patron and two shot glasses.

"Whoa, Gilbert is a little risky tonight isn't she?" Damon smiled and waited eagerly for his shot.

"Just need to 'loosen up,'" Elena quoted her Aunt and filled up the two shot glasses.

Elena handed one to Damon, Elena clacked hers against his and said, "Cheers to… Loosening up."

They both took the shots. Elena's faced scrunched up, similar as to what it would be if she tasted a lemon, and she coughed.

"Was that your first time drinking alcohol?" Damon acted perfectly fine and giggled at Elena's reaction.

"No, I had a few tastes of my parents' when I was younger but that was about it," Elena confessed and laughed at herself for being so lame.

"Aw, little Gilbert is finally coming out of her shell," Damon winked and grinned at Elena and she felt a burning in her chest. She didn't know if it was from the alcohol or if it was from the fact that she was going to a party with Damon Salvatore.

"Oh shut up," Elena was laughing when she came out of her zone and lightly punched Damon on the shoulder.

"C'mon, since were walking were gonna be late if we don't go now," Damon smirked and reached out for Elena's hand.

The one shot made Elena a little buzzed because turns out, she's actually a total light-weight.

They were walking down the sidewalk with their hands in each other's talking about how the school has the worst teachers.

"I mean, the only good one is that new one, Mr. Saltzman," Elena laughed and stared ahead at the big Oak tree.

Damon nodded his head, "I agree with you there, but he wants us to call him by his first name, Alaric."

"What kind of a name is that anyway?" Elena burst into giggles, keeping her hand in his.

"Who even knows?" Damon smiled and glimpsed at Elena.

It's like she is a whole new person. What happened? She looks so beautiful it's driving me insane. I don't know if I want to follow through with this bet on their terms, but maybe mine.

By the time Elena and Damon got to the house the party was at, it was almost pitch black. They could hear the loud music down the street. There was lights flashing and people out on the front lawn chasing each other, obviously drunk.

When they walked into the house, it was as if the whole entire party was put on pause. They all stared at Elena in confusion until some girl, her name was Chelsea Winters, Elena thought, walked up to her.

"Who the hell are you? Do you even go to Mystic Falls High?" Chelsea snottily asked.

Her tight crop top and shorts made it look like she was from a Playboy magazine.

"I'm Elena Gilbert, and yes I do go to Mystic Falls High School," Elena answered back just as rudely.

"Oh wow. You went from weird ass dork to some hot bitch. I like you. Come have a drink with me," Chelsea sneered and grabbed Elena from Damon.

On the way to the kitchen, twenty guys must have squeezed her ass. Horny little jerks, Elena thought.

So I didn't leave off with a cliff hanger this time. But, upcoming chapter is definitely going to have some REAL Delena action going on. Do you guys Damon is gonna follow through with the bet on the girl's terms, or his? Should I add Katherine to this story? Tell me what you think!

By the way, if you have ever read "This Is The Start Of Something Beautiful" by glitterintheairr? Well, if you haven't, you should totally read it! My sister actually wrote it, and left off with such a cliff hanger. She stopped updating because she thought no one liked it :( I loved it and she said I can continue it! Anyways, go look at it because I'm gonna write the rest of the story!

-girlonfirre