Baby, you're so unusual
Didn't anyone tell you you're s'posed to
Break my heart, I expect you to
So why haven't you?

My name is Elena Gilbert. I am a sophomore in high school. I get straight A's. Have great friends. Oh yeah and I'm pregnant.

It's been exactly 2 months 4 days since I slept with him.

I always thought when I was a little girl I would find the man of my dreams, fall in love ride off into the sunset and have kids while living in our house with a white picket fence. He would be my prince charming.

This man is exact opposite of prince charming

He is Damon Salvatore.

Damon Salvatore, how do I begin to explain him?

Dick? Check.

Womanizer? Check.

Cocky? Check.

Asshole from hell? Check.

I have no idea how I am going to tell anyone. My dad is a prestigious doctor, and has high standards even though my brother is far worse. Still he is a really good dad and always supports me but it might be a little different this time with his 15 year old daughter who is his princess pregnant.

My mom died sometime two years ago. Driving home from work, slid on the road then crashed into a tree. Common accident right? Didn't seem so common….I felt like I lost a part of me that day.

My brother Jeremy is what you could call being in a gang. He is not a person to mess with and has beaten up many people. Every one knows to steer clear of him and not get on his bad side. Though he never gets arrested he somehow always avoids that…but he is EXTREMELY protective of me and would literally kill a guy if he kissed me let alone got to 3rd base and knocked me up. Needless to say I am not telling him.

As for my friends Bonnie and Caroline. Worlds greatest friends. Met them when I was in still diapers. But they are really into partying, drinking and living it up right now. And I feel like I would be a burden on that…

So here I am sitting on my bed thinking how the hell am I suppose to do this and tell everyone? Do I want to keep it? Should I get it aborted and act like it never happened? I have my whole life ahead of me! This wasn't supposed to happen. I let out a soft cry. This is what the last week of my life has consisted since I found out, moping and throwing myself a pity party. Caroline and Bonnie have been calling me nonstop wanting to hang out and drink. But I just can't. I need to figure out a plan of action. And before I start showing would be great.

I was stupid and thought when I missed my period a month ago it was no big deal. It cant happen to me right? Then when I missed it again and a week ago I just knew. I just knew. And my whole world came crashing down.

Damon at first would smirk at me in the halls and bump into me on purpose being the vain dick he is, but after me not attempting to even look at him he slowly gave up. I think he had 3 girlfriends last week. Least to say that I don't think I would tell him if I kept it…it would just be better all around if I didn't tell him.

I'm not stupid though, I'm 2 months pregnant and I'm going to start showing soon. I have to make a decision. Fast.

"Elena dinner!" My dad calls from downstairs.

Sighing I get up and go to the dining room. As I walk down I smell tomato sauce and im guessing its spaghetti, our family's favorite meal. Yum!

Wait is this the pregnancy hormones talking? I think that is my first symptom. I haven't even gotten morning sickness yet. Thank god.

"Hey Elena can you put this on the table?" My dad smiles.

I put on a fake smile and nod. I grab the dish of spaghetti and put it on the table and sit down waiting for everyone else to get here.

"I could tell something was bothering you lately Elena so I made your favorite!" My dad tells me as he sits down.

"Dad please, its everyone's favorite" I chuckle.

"Elena what has been bothering you?" My dad asks softly.

But we are interrupted by Jeremy running down the stairs like the guy he is and enters the dining room.

"Yum spaghetti." Jeremy says and sits down across from me and next to my dad.

I look down trying to avoid the obvious tension in the room from my dad's previous question.

Of course Jeremy being observant catches up on it and immediately puts down the spaghetti roughly and folding his arms across his chest.

"What is going on?" He scowls.

"N-nothing" I look down.

"Doesn't look like nothing" He points to me, probably noticing me tense and fidgeting.

"Jer let it go. She will talk about it when she is ready." Grayson says and turns back to his meal.

"Did someone at school threaten you? Pick on you?" Jeremy fires off.

"No Jeremy! And even if someone was I wouldn't tell you cause you would kill them!"

"Pfft wouldn't kill them just-"

"Enough you two!" Grayson yells firmly silencing us both.

"Dad you know something is going on. She has been crying in her room for a week and wont leave the house except for school. I had to pry Bonnie and Caroline away from me when they were pestering me about Elena."

"She will tell us when she wants to." Our dad says and right there the subject is dropped. Thank god.

The rest of the dinner is filled with silence and tension. I know now that Jeremy knows that something is wrong with me he will investigate and ask everyone who knows me. He has always been that way. Every since we were kids he would protect me. I use to love it but now I'm terrified what he will do once he finds out…

Jeremy is a senior and he is leaving next year for college. He's going to art school. He may seem tough, does drugs and scares people for a living but deep at heart he is a sweet guy who loves to draw. But I mean deep down.

Once I'm done with dinner which tasted so good I wanted 300 more platefuls I leave the room without saying anything and head to my bedroom.

God how am I going to keep this a secret for much longer! I could barely talk to them and I was scared to get seconds at dinner afraid they would catch up on that. Shit. I'm so screwed.

...

The next morning I wake up with a weird feeling and I realize its nausea.

Oh no.

I bolt towards the bathroom and empty my stomach into the toilet.

And there is the morning sickness I was looking forward to.

Not.

When I get to school I am running late cause I couldn't stop throwing up. Its like once I started I couldn't stop. It really sucks.

I run to the halls and realize I'm better on time than I thought. Whew. I walk to my locker and open it up, putting my textbooks in there and then pulling out my English journal for my first class. English is my all time favorite class. Makes me vent my frustrations and even has me writing on my free time now. I love it.

As I'm walking down the hall to my English class I am pulled roughly to the side and almost crash into the lockers.

"What the hell!" I exclaim looking around me. And right in front of me I see Caroline and Bonnie glaring at me. Here we go….

"Elena!" Caroline starts. "We called you like 5 times yesterday! We went to this amazing party that Tyler had and it was so much fun! We wanted you there!" She pouts at the end.

I sigh not knowing how to explain this. I'm not ready to tell them. Not yet. If I tell anyone first I want it to be my dad.

"Sorry you guys…I just…" I pause thinking how to word this. "I haven't been feeling like myself lately and I have been a little down and just needed time to myself…"

Which is all true. That's why I told them that because I can't lie to save my life. So it had to be somewhat of the truth.

"Elena…" Bonnie says sympathetically. "…Is it about your mom again?"

Oh Bonnie…She knows me so well…her and Caroline were there when I lost my mom and it wasn't pretty. I didn't talk for like a month and wasn't myself for almost a year and a half. I only recently got myself back and I just screwed it up.

"No… Maybe…I don't know…" I sigh.

They both look at me with pity on their faces which I hate but its better than them knowing the truth so I run with it.

Caroline smiles and hugs me. "If you need anything tell us. And remember you can tell us anything." She squeezes one more time before letting go.

Just then the bell rings and well all jump a little as if not expecting it. Crap. My English class is across the school. I'm going to be late.

We all say our goodbyes before I'm racing down the halls. Shit shit shit shit. I chant in my head. I can't be late again. I've been…lets say rebellious the past 6 months or so, drinking and partying and having casual sex. Though I'm very good at hiding it from my dad and brother otherwise they would kill me. But along with that rebellion came a lot of skipped classes to go hang out. Which now I am regretting cause if I am going to keep this baby I need a high school education.

As I'm walking down the halls I hear a voice behind me.

"Mhmm you have been avoiding me."

His voice.

Oh no.

Yeah he is a complete asshole and he helped fuck up my life but damn his voice is so fine…And his face…And body….

Snapping from my thoughts I turn around to face him. He is just so irritating!

"Maybe I just didn't want to talk to you?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Haaa, like that is likely. Everyone wants to talk to me." He smiles smugly.

I want to smack the grin so hard off his face…..

"You're so conceded" I scoff and turn around not wanting to be more late.

I hear him walking faster to catch up to me. Seriously? Does this guy not give up?

"Damon I have to get to class." I breathe out annoyed.

"I know me too." He laughs. "But you just ran out on me…"

I am quickly taken back to that night.

...

I'm dancing around drunk as all get out. But having so much fun! This is the back to school beach party we have annually. All years come here, get drunk and go crazy.

I don't know where Bonnie or Caroline is but I'm too drunk to care. As I'm dancing I suddenly feel hands on my waist. I smile and turn around to see who it is and I look into the bluest eyes I've ever seen.