A/N: This popped into my head and I had to write it down. I like Alaric and have been wanting to write a story centered on him, so I came up with this! Alaric's P.O.V.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries or Damon or Alaric (sadly), but I do own ' the woman' so I'm happy.

What are you looking at?

I sat down on the bar stool, the papers that I had to mark in front of me.

" Can I have a whiskey?" I asked the bartender, then went back to the papers. I tapped my pen against the paper, reading over the students messy handwriting. My drink was placed beside me, I grabbed it and was about to take a sip when I felt like someone was watching me. I shrugged it off as I took a drink, I'm just being paranoid. I went back to the paper, yet the feeling wouldn't let up, I shivered, it was like someone was trying to burn a hole through me with their eyes.

Just take a quick look around, I decided. I turned my head slightly and looked up. There was people talking and enjoying themselves. There was three people at the bar, a black haired girl, and, as usual, Damon Salvatore.

Nobody was looking at me. I chuckled quietly at my own unease and returned to what I was doing. I got halfway down the page and the feeling returned.

What the hell is wrong with me tonight? I realized I was just staring at one word, come on, I need to mark these, just ignore it.

Yet, I couldn't focus. I gave the bar a side long glance. The woman was looking at her drink, probably thinking about something. Damon was turned away from me.

I fidgeted in my seat and looked back at the essay. I kept having that weird feeling, eyes in the dark and they're watching me...

I took another drink and slammed the cup down on the table with unnecessary force. That cause the bartender to look questioningly at me.

I smiled at him giving him an apologetic look. I gritted my teeth and turned to look around the room. Nobody was looking at me. Then why wont this feeling let up? As I turned to go back to my papers I caught the eye of Damon. I narrowed my eyes and mouthed, ' What do you want?'.

Damon rolled his eyes and looked at his drink. I growled and looked at the papers, yet again. I could still feel the eyes on me. I glanced at the bar again, Damon was looking at me, his mouth pulled up into a smirk. I had the urge to yell ' What are you looking at?'.

I turned to the other side of me, no nobody there. So why was he looking at me?

I really wished he would stop, it's really fucking annoying. I looked at the paper forcing my attention at it. I read to the second last sentence then placed the pen down and drank the last of my drink. I could still feel his eyes on me. I became self-conscious, was there something on my face? I checked my clothing, checking if I forgot something important-like pants.

No nothing out of the ordinary.

Then why was he looking at me!

I glanced in his direction, now the woman was looking at me.

" What are you looking at?" I snapped at her, demanding an explanation.

The woman pointed at Damon, " he payed me ten dollars to stare at you until you reacted."

I scowled, tonight of all nights he chose to bug me. I glared at her, " Well, stop."

The woman shrugged, and went back to her drinking.

I gathered my papers and payed the bartender then headed to where Damon was sitting. I placed my hand on the bar.

" What do you want?"

Damon smirked, " Absolutely nothing, Rick."

" Then what's with the staring?" I asked, extremely annoyed.

Damon shrugged, " I was fun seeing you get all antsy."

I gritted my teeth, I had nothing else to say, so I punched him hard across the face.

" Asshole." I muttered and left the Mystic Grill.