A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the great reviews. I really appreciate it. Hopefully I'll be able to wrap this fic up soon before I go back to Uni at the end of February. I'd also like to note that the previous chapter was the slashiest of them all so I don't want any of you to fret. There's not as much DE interaction in this chapter as I hoped there would be, it's also a lot shorter than most. I still hope that you enjoy the chapter and if you do or you don't let me know anyway lol. Enjoy!


Elena does not want to get up from bed. Getting up from bed would mean facing the nightmarish reality fit for a College Humor YouTube sketch of the night before.

No, this time she can't handle it. Not until five more minutes, at least.

Maybe if she keeps her eyes closed like she used to when she was younger, she can imagine the whole world disappearing before her.

Ugh, too late.

Her heavy lidded eyes accidentally drift over to her once sexy black dress, now hanging limply on her desk chair.

She gives said sexy dress a moment of silence. RIP convenient zippers.

You see, she can never wear such a dress again, what with all the vomit splattered on the front.

Yes. That's right. Vomit.

Not hers, obviously. Elena Gilbert has class, thank you very much.

The problem with being intoxicated is the inability to react quickly. The slower reflexes hindering you from dodging all of the dangerous things such as drunken girls that have had too much weed and tequila, thus resulting in having the first hand experience of Katherine Pierce throwing up all over her, shortly after their regrettable make out session.

To top it all off, she had to witness Damon fucking Salvatore having sex with another man whom just had to be their Modernist Lit professor, of all people!

Not only does she have to worry about every girl on campus vying for his attention but all of the god damn men too? Give her a freaking break!

You know…not that she particularly cares about who he fucks (no of course not) but could he at least have the decency to keep it in his pants for one measly second? Asshat.

Why the hell did all of her party going shenanigans always turn out to be such a disaster of epic proportions?

Elena lets out a groan of frustration, gingerly lifting the tangle of bed sheets off of her body.

She decides to get up and check if Caroline had managed to get home that night, God knows that she could do with hearing about someone else's late night indiscretions right now.

She finds their tiny living room empty yet spots an unfamiliar garment left haphazardly on the corner of the couch. Interesting.

On closer inspection, she finds that the article of clothing is none other than a pair of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle boxer shorts.

What in the hell?

"Elena, you're up!" says Caroline's ever so bubbly voice from across the room.

Elena holds up the boxer shorts with raised eye-brows in response. Caroline's smile slips off of her face, her dark blue eyes widening in shock.

"When did we start hosting sleepovers for 12 yr old boys?" Elena asks, fighting to keep a straight face.

"Ew no, Elena! I can explain!"

"I know cougars are the new thing but I really don't think this is legal, Care."

"Oh my god! Those boxers belong to a grown man, okay!"

Elena laughs heartily as she throws the infantile boxer shorts in Caroline's direction, making the blonde shriek in disgust.

"When were you going to tell me that all of your disappearing acts were really because you wanted to trade Pokémon cards in the back alley?"

"Ha-ha, very funny. I'm glad I kicked him out of bed before you woke up, the poor guy would probably want to die in a hole if he actually met you," Caroline answers back scathingly.

"Ouch! This is what you get for not introducing me! You seem to like the guy enough to keep seeing him so he couldn't be that embarrassing…besides his awful taste in underwear, of course."

Caroline makes a face at her.

"So you're still not going to tell me? You can't hide him forever, you know. We do live in the same apartment, go to the same college, work at the same place…" Elena prods, grinning widely and enjoying the ease of making Caroline Forbes squirm. If only she were drunk…Caroline was always a bad liar when drunk…

"If you drop it, I won't ask about your weird little love triangle/ménage trios with Katherine and Damon," Caroline answers slyly.

"Oh please, you can't help yourself, Caroline. But unlike you I'm a good friend and will share all of the details just because you asked." Elena says slowly as if she were talking to a toddler.

"Eh you're right. Who am I kidding? I never thought I'd say this but my love life is a lot more vanilla than yours. Spill it, you sex goddess!"

"Don't be too sure about that…just…please promise not to laugh, okay?" Elena says in warning.

"Okay…" Caroline replies bemusedly.

"So I didn't really have any wild 'non vanilla' sex last night…Katherine was kind of too drunk and too stoned to… you know…we did make out for a bit but she kind of killed the mood when… she vomited on me."

Caroline lets out a squeal off laughter, grabbing a hold of the top edge of the couch to stable herself.

"Caroline! She ruined my favourite dress!" Elena whines, stomping her foot.

"I'm sorry…that…that bitch!" the blonde says in between a fit of giggles as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

"That's not all! Before Katherine threw up on me we actually caught Damon completely naked, having sex!"

"Oh my god, naked sex? Who could he possibly have naked sex with?" Caroline gasps dramatically, still shaking with laughter.

"Firstly I hate you; secondly I don't think you could ever guess who."

"Try me."

Elena takes a long pause, fixing Caroline with a serious stare for dramatic effect.

"Professor Smith."

"You're kidding?" Caroline says shrilly, gaping in shock.

"I wish I was," Elena answers in deadpan.

"Whew…I mean…Damon and Professor Smith! Not going to lie, that kind of got me hot for a second," Caroline admits, giving Elena a wink.

"Jeez! Really, Caroline?" the brunette asks, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"Come on! Two hot dudes together! You've never thought of it?"

"Well…okay. Aesthetically it was nice but niceness does not make the experience any less traumatizing!"

"Elena, I think that you're not bothered by the fact that it's a guy that you caught him with but because you actually caught him with someone else," Caroline concludes thoughtfully.

"You know what? I liked it better when we were talking about turtle boy," Elena snaps.

"You're really on fire today, Elena."


Elena's first encounter with Katherine since the party takes place on a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Mystic Bean.

It happens on an afternoon so quiet that Elena contemplates on closing the coffeehouse an hour earlier. That is, until the other brunette walks through the door.

"Elena! Jeez it's like a ghost town in here. How are you?" Katherine greets as she sashays her way towards the counter.

"I'm just peachy, Kat, how about you?" Elena answers back, mustering as much cheerfulness in her voice as possible. A surprisingly difficult task.

Elena finds herself becoming instantly irritated in Katherine's presence, her appearance becoming less and less attractive by the second.

So she's playing the "I can't remember" card now is she?

Can't even apologize for vomiting on a fellow peer? A peer that she had led on for the entire night and shoved her tongue down their throat just for kicks?

"I'm great! Just the usual soy Chai latte for me, thanks!"

Elena gives her a tight-lipped smile and proceeds to work on the crappiest cup of coffee that she would ever make in her life.

"So it was a pretty crazy party at the Salvatore house the other night…" Elena trails off nonchalantly as she puts far too much water in the latte than milk. Full-cream milk that is, you know… none of that soy BS.

That's right, Elena's a bad ass.

"Yeah it was incredible! I mean…wait… you were there?" Katherine asks in a surprisingly convincing tone.

Wow so the bitch is really going there? The nerve!

"I was...as a matter of fact I think I saw you…"

Katherine's eyebrows furrow which means that she's obviously putting on her thinking face.

Ugh. Here we go…

"You know, the whole night is actually a blur…a really huge blur. I was taking some things…well anyway I don't even remember getting there, let alone who I talked to. Who knows what I got up to, right?" Katherine explains, giggling like a school girl.

"So you really don't remember anything from last night? Nothing at all?" Elena asks in disbelief.

"Should I have? This happens all the time, hon. I just remember Damon being really pissy when he found me crashing on his couch in the morning. So unlike him by the way!"

"Wow. That must suck," Elena replies blankly as she hands the crappy cup of coffee to Katherine.

"Not really. Like I said, it's the same old, same old for me. Anyway I gotta go, Matt wants to see some lame ass movie tonight, lots of guns and probably no sex. Thanks for the coffee, babe!" Katherine bids and walks out of the shop, leaving a completely dumbfounded Elena in her wake.

So Katherine's not a heartless bitch.

She's just a shallow dumb bitch.

Damon was totally right.

Fuck.


After Elena closes up the Mystic Bean, she decides to take the scenic route back to her apartment, crossing the beautiful, grassy courtyard in the middle of campus to collect her thoughts.

In a way, she actually feels good finally realizing that her crush on Katherine Pierce was just that…a crush.

Who was she really kidding, anyway?

They would have never worked out just as Caroline said. It was probably best that she knew now.

The funny thing is that the memory of making out with Katherine for one night is a lot more painful than the one of having sex with Damon. How could she regret one 'incident' over the other?

Having sex was surely a lot worse, right?

Suddenly she feels her foot land on something soft, hears a manly groan of pain and loses her balance, landing face flat on the…person.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Elena warily opens her eyes, finding herself being greeted with a very familiar pair of baby blues.

"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise?"