"Dude is Elena stupid? Its so obvious he's a vampire!" Clay exclaims frustrated.

I scoff, "oh yeah and your first thought if someone was acting suspicious would be that they are a vampire" I say defensively.

"Yeah it would be" he continues his stubbornness. He turns to me and asks with a peppy tone, "Okay so who do you like better? Stefan or Damon?"

"Since when are you so into the show" I laugh at his enthusiasm. He leans back against the cushions and crosses his arms over his chest, "I'm not"

"You're an idiot" I snicker, "I like Damon better" I admit.

His neck snaps towards me, "what how?! He's a total douche bag"

I shrug, "he gets better later on" I pause, "and he's hot"

I can feel my face heat up at the confession, I didn't mean for that to come out. He looks at me with that dumb smirk I hate so much. "Shut up" I say under my breath, shaking my head.

"Just like how you find me hot" he tics his head to the side tauntingly. I punch him in the arm.

"I was drunk" I argue.

"Not denying I see"

"I am denying"

"Drunk words are sober thoughts" he eggs on.

"Can you just watch the damn show? Elena is about to find out he's a vampire" I huff out annoyed with the exchange. He stands up immediately from the couch, "what?! You just spoiled the whole show!" he screams dramatically at me.

I look up at him, "she finds out in the first six episodes, I didn't spoil the whole show" I roll my eyes.

He starts pacing around the room, "since you spoiled its Prison Break time"

"What are you doing?" I can't help but laugh at his dumb actions.

"Looking for the remote what does it look like I'm doing?" He replies back as if it was obvious what his intentions were.

"Well I have it" I wave it around in the air. He launches himself at me giving me no time to react trying to pry it from my hand but I'm quick to pull away. He falls hitting my side and I wince involuntarily. He scurries off of me and his playful demeanor is replaced with a concerned. "I'm sorry are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine" I brush it off. I didn't mean to react, the sudden pressure hurt a bit but its all good now.

"You say that a lot" I turn to face him at the accusation, lifting my eyebrow in confusing. "I'm fine" he explains.

"Its because I am fine" I snap back defensively. "And just for that we aren't watching Prison Break" I press play on the paused television, resuming the fifth episode of the show.

He slumps back down into his previous position beside me. I check the time and its now almost ten o'clock. As the episode goes on I can tell he's starting to get tired. I don't think he has slept for awhile now, unless he did when I was sleeping but I somehow doubt it. I look over and he is struggling to keep his eyes open.

The fifth episode finishes and I switch off of Netflix.

"Well we have school tomorrow and you're falling asleep so I think we should wrap this up" I say breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

"No, one more episode" he mumbles and repositions himself to sit up straight.

"Did you sleep last night?" I question.

"No"

"Why?"

"I wanted to be awake when you woke up" he confesses in a tired tone. My heart warms at the gesture for some reason but I quickly shake it away, trying to hid how flustered I am at the words but seeing that he probably wouldn't notice in his dazed state. "You're an idiot"

"I know, you like to remind me of that a lot"

I roll my eyes, at a loss of words. He starts to get up from the couch, stretching his long arms as he stands up. "I should get going, I can tell your kicking me out" he jokes. Suddenly my chest tightens as I realize he is leaving. Why do I care? I hate him. But he's been so nice this whole time, and I hate to admit it but I did enjoy having the company around.

It was fun.

"Um, yeah well I wasn't gonna kick you out, but yeah if you want to go home I understand you know I've kept you all day so uh, thanks for being here I guess" I'm not really one for showing affection, which I assume you have probably clocked by now. So its hard to show my appreciation, especially towards Clay.

"You weren't gonna kick me out?" He questions, this side of him I've never seen before, so tired and unsure.

"I mean I know you're tired, so you can crash on the couch" I cringe at my suggestion, feeling like I've been super clingy today. This is the second time he is trying to leave, he's most likely pitying me and feels bad saying no. After a few seconds of silence I speak up once again, "forget it, see you tomorrow" I wave off and flash him a fake smile.

"No I'm down, its just I don't really have clothes for tomorrow"

He's 'down'. Nice. And he's making another excuse. "Yeah true, okay well have a good night" I rush out, trying not to pressure him into doing something he doesn't want to.

"Unless we stop by my house in the morning?" He suggests, which makes me feel so much better. I sigh in relief, "yeah that could work" I say nonchalantly.

"Great" he smiles and takes his spot back on the couch, this time lying down and extending his legs onto my lap, taking the blanket for himself. "Good night"

"Get off of me fat ass!" I say trying to push his legs off of me. I struggle for a bit as he lies there laughing at me. Eventually after a few minutes I sigh frustrated and give up.

"You done" he asks voice lower than usual with one eyebrow cocked up in my direction. The image makes my stomach twirl for some reason. I shyly break the eye contact and my hands fall to my lap, which I forgot his legs were placed on. I quickly move them to my sides when noticing, my face tinted pink in embarrassment. I cringe at him seeing me get so flustered so easily, I'm usually good at keeping up the act especially at school.

He chuckles lowly at my actions and I finally collect myself. "Well I have to sleep so if you don't mind" I gesture towards his gigantic legs. He gives me a grin and finally moves them off of me.

"Thanks" I say under my breath, slowly standing up from the couch trying my best to act like I'm in no pain. I really hope this subsides for tomorrow or else I will definitely not be going to school.

I use the couch's arm rest for support, letting an unintentional groan slip passed my lips. I try and cover it up by muttering out a short 'night' to Clay and push myself till I'm fully standing. I try my best to keep my eye contact forward as I slowly make my way to the staircase.

When I reach the steps I grab the railing, and stand there. Fuck this is gonna hurt.

"Having fun?" Clay taunts from the couch, pulling me away from my thoughts. I look back at him and flash him a fake smile, giving him a thumbs up. He is now sitting up on the couch, shaking his head at me.

"Do you need any h-"

"I'm fine" I cut him off before he can even fully utter the sentence. Its not like I haven't had to do this all on my own in the past. I hate how weak I look right now. What kind of loser needs help getting up the stairs?

I take a few steps practically putting all my weight onto the railing, slouching over. I don't know if its because I haven't been doing anything for awhile, but I feel immensely more sore than this morning. As I get to the fifth step I decided to sit down, taking a break from the constant pain. I feel a pair of eyes on me. "What are you doing?" Clay asks softly.

"Oh you know, I was admiring the stairs and thought 'wow these look so comfy to sleep on!' so I decided to give it a try" I sassily reply.

"So you'd rather sleep on the cold steps, than ask for my help?" He says in a judgmental tone. I hum in response. "Jesus Christ George" he stands up from where he was sitting and approaches me.

"Oh you're joining me on the steps?" I ask half joking.

He shakes his head and tries to stifle a laugh. He picks me up in his arms before I have time to process what's happening. My face heats up when I feel his large hands on my body, and I get flashbacks to the time we had at the party. "What the hell Clay? I was fine" I say confused by his actions. "Shh I'm too tired to argue" he replies calmly. When he shushes me I feel butterflies form in my stomach. Imagine him shushing me when we...

No. I can't be thinking these things right now. I can't believe I was actually wanking off to the thought of Clay yesterday and now he is carrying me to bed.

The person I hate the most in this world.

Well maybe Braden took that role, but second most hated!

Even though I want to succumb to his ask, I decide not to since I need to keep up my act. "Don't tell me to shush, you shush" I argue back irritated, crossing my arms over my chest.

He chuckles once again, "you got me there Davidson" he replies confidently to which I answer with a scoff.

We reach my room to which he kicks the door open with his knee. He gently places me on the bed in a sitting position and I mumble a quick thanks.

"What was that?" he urges playfully.

"Clay if you don't get your ass back downstairs I swear to God" I say sternly. He backs off innocently and walks backwards to the door keeping himself facing my direction.

"Goodnight princess" he taunts, closing the light to which I am thankful for since he doesn't see the way my face reacts to the nickname.

"Don't ever call me that again" I spit out firmly, suppressing the way it made me feel.

"Whatever you say princess" he replies and I throw a pillow in his direction to which he catches easily even in the dark lit room. "Oh thanks! I actually need a pillow, you're so thoughtful!" He exclaims sarcastically and I give him a dirty look that I now realize he probably can't even see.

"Get out" I order, letting myself fall flat on the bed, sleep falling over me. "I'm tired" I let out, my voice becoming smaller by the minute as I let out a yawn.

He lets out a breath, sounding like a quick laugh. "Night George" he says quietly, shuffling to grab the door handle. "Try to sleep tonight okay?" He asks rhetorically.

And with that, he leaves the room closing the door behind him. I am now left with my own thoughts.

I try and put myself in his position, if he was the one getting abused I would one hundred percent step in. So I get why he is doing it and being so nice for me. Maybe I wouldn't be doing all this extra shit, to which I greatly appreciate.

I let my mind wonder over the events of tonight, and how certain comments made me feel. Why did I get this bubbly feeling when he said that last phrase before walking out? Was it simply because I have lacked having someone who has cared for me for such a long period of time?

I settle on that. Once I feel better he will just leave me alone and return back to how the old Clay would treat me.

Would that really be that bad? I mean I have plenty of friends to lean on, I don't need him. And its not like I don't enjoy our overly competitive bickering. I find it quite amusing.

But I don't know, something has changed between us, maybe he will now pity me and not want to be as mean anymore. Maybe he'll see me differently.

And I sure as hell don't want anyone's pity.

I sigh and cover myself with my comforter, wrapping myself up in the blankets.

My mind wonders, deciding on what scenario I want to fall asleep to.

Me getting the winning touchdown at school? Eh I'm kind of tired of that one.

Braden and I going on a date. Nope I'd rather never imagine that one again.

Clay and I at the party?

What no. Hell no.

I fall asleep involuntarily reminiscing memories of Clay and I at the party.