"Fuck you, Lockwood," she shouted back from her place in front of the balcony door. "I'm not letting you in, so go away-" There was a loud thud as his sneaker collided with the so much more fragile wood of the door. It shoo instantly in it's frame, harder than when she'd used everything she had to slam it shut. He wasn't even trying that hard yet. If he had, the door would have been flat on the other side and she'd be staring at the hybrid right now. Instead, she was standing here, holding her breath metaphorically while he slowly dwindled in patience. How long before he just let it all out and broke the door in? Cut it into pieces with his powerful limbs? She guessed seconds, especially if she opened her mouth and started spouting out all the right things that would push those vulnerable and obvious buttons. A smirk formed across her lips and she grabbed her boots, slipping her feet back inside each quickly. After this, she'd need to make a run for it for sure.
"I'm sure they are doing a lot more than talking now," she said loudly, taking a rather bold step towards the wounded door. "He's an original. I bet he knows all sort of moves you never even dreamed of Lockwood. Besides, we all know you're not exactly talented in anything, but brawn and your biceps." Tyler was a jock, a football player, and his brain had nothing on every bit of muscle on his tanned body. If you needed your lunch money back, you went to Tyler. If you lost your lunch money, it was to Tyler. Somewhere along the line, all that muscle sucked up what was left of his brain and now? Now, he was probably as dumb as a bag of rocks with an arrogant, competitive nature to match. When they were kids, things were different, but something happened to Tyler and while Elena had her guesses, no one really knew what made his version of the switch flip.
They did, however, know how it got flipped to nice guy mode and it was because of Caroline Forbes, one of Elena's best friends. The blond vampire brought out the best in him, standing by the werewolf as he went through his first transition. He suddenly became a hell of a lot more human and a lot less ass hole. If he'd been asshole, he wouldn't be knocking on her door like some obsessed lover or just freak. "Why don't you go pound on her door like a freak, obsessed boyfriend?" she continued and then gave an emotionless cackle. "That's if they heard you over all their pounding." Her words barely left her mouth and his fist collided with the door, the sound of the wood splintering filled her ears, and her eyes shot towards the door, slightly more wide and maybe a bit more fearful than before. He hadn't broken through yet, but no doubt he crushed the outside badly. How long would it take before he took the whole thing out?
Elena took a step back towards her future escape route, but his words gave her pause. White knight ulterior motive? Honest? Most would have just gone with bitch and stopped with that. Not him. Maybe he was smarter than she gave him credit for. It was a backhanded way to turn her emotions back on; there was no doubt about it. She folded her arms upon her chest. "Sorry Lockwood. If you want in, you're going to have to break down the door because there is no way in hell I'm opening it for you!" Elena yelled back. "Save yourself the trouble. Go away."