Stefan was leaning up against the doorframe of the boarding house, watching Elena get out of her car and make her way towards him.

"Hey." She sighed. "Can I come in or are you just going to let me freeze here?"

He smirked, moving so she could fit through the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to Damon." She said simply, disregarding the look of disappointment that flashed across his face. "Is he home?"

"Yeah." He nodded, leading her upstairs, but stopping right at Damon's door as he remembered a certain blonde haired girl that showed up last night. He turned to Elena. "Um, maybe this should wait."

"Why?" She asked, confused. "Look, I know he's mad because I said some pretty harsh things last night, but I just wanted to apologize." She moved past him and put her hand on the doorknob.

"Elena, wait!" Stefan tried, but she already had the door wide open.

She gasped and turned back around, having found Rebekkah zipping up her dress as Damon stepped out of his bathroom.

Damon shot Stefan a quick glare, who shrugged apologetically and walked back downstairs.

"Um, sorry." Elena mumbled, catching the smirk on Rebekkah's face as she left the room.

"I'll see you later, Damon." She called from downstairs before shutting the door on her way out.

There was an awkward and tense silence as Elena turned back to a half naked Damon. "I, um, came to apologize." She sucked in a huge breath. "But I can see not a word I said last night matters now."

"Elena." Damon practically whispered.

"Anyways." She avoided whatever he was going to say next. "I should get going." She turned on her heel and rushed out; she wasn't going to let him see her cry. She was hurt, she was frustrated, she was angry. She was feeling everything Damon had ever felt every time she was with Stefan, and she finally understood it.

Her heart sank and her stomach dropped, resulting in her giving off shaky breaths as she reached for her car keys in her pocket, trembling as she tried desperately to unlock her car and get out of there.

She felt a gust of air and saw a hand slam her door just as she opened it, trapping her against the car. Even with him so close, she refused to turn and look into his piercing blue eyes.

"What do you want, Damon?" Elena tried her best to keep her voice from cracking, but it was useless because he already knew she was crying.

"You didn't let me explain." He tried wrapping his free hand around her waist.

Before She knew what she was doing, she whirled around and brought her hand down across Damon's face, slapping him, not that it did much damage.

"I don't want your stupid explanation!" She spat then groaned as she grabbed on to the hand she used to strike him.

Damon, enraged, gripped her hand and squeezed, making her whimper in pain. But Elena refused to let him get under her skin this time.

With all her force, she shoved him back, making him stumble with surprise. "I don't want to hear your excuse for sleeping with someone who tried to kill me!"

"You can't come here and get angry at ME when YOU'RE the one who screwed up!" He growled.

She balled her hands into fists, feeling the tears well up again. She saw Damon frown, knowing he crossed a line despite being right. "I hate you!" She huffed, letting the tears fall. "I hate you and I don't want to be around you!"

It wasn't something Damon never heard before, but hearing those words from Elena and seeing that she might actually mean it this time, broke him.

"You don't care about anyone but yourself!" She continued. "You don't care that you hurt me!"

"I care!" He screamed, but she didn't back down.

"No!" She yelled back. "You don't care because you don't actually love me!"

In an instant, Damon had her pushed against the side of her car, squeezing her arms with such force he wouldn't be surprised if he left bruises. He leaned in close, watching her as she drew in a sharp breath. "Don't you EVER, EVER! say that again." He hissed against her lips.

"Let go of me." She demanded, not caring about the pain she felt. "Let go of me or-."

"Or what?" He challenged. "You'll have St. Stefan kick my ass? And maybe after he's done you two will have a nice little snuggle and laugh about it?"

"I don't care about Stefan!" She screeched. "I care about you!"

The smug little smile Damon had on his lips fell away as his grip loosened. "What?"

"Get away from me!" She shoved him back again. "Forget what I just said, Damon! Forget what you feel for me because I definitely plan on forgetting what I feel for you!" She turned back to her car, opened the door and got inside.

Damon watched Elena's car screech out of the driveway of the board house, leaving him with his hands clenched and the worst feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked over at the doorway and saw Stefan with a small smile on his face, laughing at the fact that Damon blew his only chance to finally be with Elena Gilbert.

Not much, but I'm just going to write it as I go along. I just wanna see what you guys think. I'm not sure if the rating will stay T or if I'll change it to M. I don't think I have the writing skills to make it as angsty and tense as other writers can, but I promise I can try (: Let me know if I should keep writing it and what you guys might want to see happen.