It was the first day of their senior year of high school. One more year, and they were off to explore the world. Most of the students couldn't be happier, but Damon Salvatore was in a rut. He had been in love with Katherine Pierce for as long as he could remember, and so had his brother Stefan. This year, Stefan had gone to college, and Katherine was supposed to join him. She decided to drive out alone that morning, so she would have more room for everything she would need, and she crashed the car. To this day, nobody had known if she crashed it on purpose, or if it really was an accident.
Damon was the complete definition of alone, aside from his best friend, Elena Gilbert. He had managed to avoid her most of the summer, he had been at his lake house. He knew she would find out eventually, he just didn't want her to.
He waited at her locker, like he had every morning since their freshman year. He fiddled with his phone for a minute to avoid looking like a complete loner, but then decided he really didn't care. Elena finally made her way down the hall, wearing a pair of black shorts that he was sure broke dress code, and a light pink tank top that definitely broke dress code. Her eye makeup was much heavier than usual, a black winged eyeliner and curled lashes. "Miss. Gilbert, are you fighting with your father again?" he asked.
Elena smiled, "How'd you know?"
"Well, we've been friends for what 17 years now? You always wear a lot of makeup and minimal clothing when you're pissed at him."
"So basically I'm a slut." She pointed out as she opened her locker.
"Just a tad."
"Well then this slut missed you!" she said before throwing her bag inside and hugging him. "You are never allowed to ditch me all summer ever again. I was so bored. Like I owned tumblr. Owned."
Damon laughed, "Well I'm glad to see you haven't changed, little Gilbert."
"Shut up! You're a month older than me." She said, locking her lock and walking to their period A class.
He followed her, "So we have good schedules, huh?"
"Yeah, we got lucky. Because we're SENIORS!" she screamed the last word, attracting confused glares of every single freshman.
Damon shook his head, "You just love saying that, don't you? Because my voicemail is filled with messages of you telling me what grade I was in."
"Its fun! We're seniors!" she said, settling into her desk. The bell rang, and Damon let out a sigh. It was going to be a long day.
"One day down. One hundred and seventy nine days to go." Damon announced as they walked out of their last class of the day.
Elena smiled, "Are you coming to practice? Cause Coach is kinda pissed you weren't at preseason…" she trailed off.
"Oh, um I'm not running this year Lena." He said, avoiding her eyes.
"What! You're the one who made me join this stupid sport to begin with!" she began to scream, and Damon laughed.
"Shut up, you love it! I'm not into it, maybe I'll do winter track, but no cross country."
"Is this about Katherine?" Elena asked. Katherine had been the captain of the girl's team since her junior year, and had originally encouraged Damon to join. Of course he had, because it would mean more time with her, and more chances to impress her while Stefan was playing football.
Damon rolled his eyes before silently walking away. He chose to walk home instead of taking the bus, he needed some time alone. He blasted his iPod, and Asking Alexandria blared through his head, reminding him of her. Every song had now reminded him of her, nearly everything he saw could remind him of her.
"Damon! Damon come on! I'm leaving in less than 24 hours!" she whispered as loud as she could from his window. She held up a bottle of vodka, shaking it in front of him. "Come on! One more night!"
Damon got up and threw on a pair of jeans and an old tee shirt. He climbed out his first story window, leaving it unlocked for later. He immediately kissed her, and she pushed him away. "Damon, stop. You know we cant." She said with such authority.
He rolled his eyes, "I don't get you. One night you're in my bed, the next you're pushing me off of you. What do you want Katherine?" he asked, taking the bottle from her hands. He drank it as they walked towards the Falls, it had always been their special place.
"I don't know what I want. Which is why I never close doors, I just leave them open a crack." She said quietly, as if she had let him in on a secret. She pulled her speakers out of her bag, and pulled Damon's phone out of his pocket, turning on his music. Damon willed himself to fight her, but he couldn't whenever she used that smile on him.
"God, you are so lucky you're hot." He mumbled.
"You too Salvatore, you too." She said, taking a long swig from her bottle.
Damon thought about the last time he had seen her, the last time he had actually been happy. He felt the guilt in the bottom of his stomach, reminding him that he was probably the reason she was gone. She was most likely hungover from their goodbye, and that's why she crashed the car. He cursed under his breath as he opened the front door.
"How was your day honey?" his mother called from the kitchen.
"Spectacular. Fan fucking tastic. Walking on sunshine mom." He sarcastically replied before running up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door.
He sunk to his feet against the door, letting the tears come. He had held up pretty well all day, but he shattered. Everything had reminded him of her. Whether it was a hallway, a classroom, a water fountain, or even a locker, they all had a memory of her. Even Elena had reminded him of Katherine, they had the same eyes, though he was the only one who saw it. He locked the door, and rolled up his sleeves. He winced at the scars that were already there, they were a deep shade of burgundy, deep and long. He took off his watch, revealing even more, before taking out the pocket knife he received for his sixteenth birthday.