A/N: Thanks for the reviews! For the sake of the storyline Elena is a bit OOC this chapter, but that's kind of the point. I hope you still enjoy it, regardless. Thanks for the well wishes for my sister-in-law. Unfortunately it is terminal, but hopefully she has lots of time. That's all I could ask for.

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EPOV

My break was going by fast. It felt good to spend some time with my family since I had been gone away at college for so long. I really did miss them. I missed my dad's wise advice, and my mom's company. I even missed Jeremy's weird humor and bizarre teenage mood swings.

But I missed Seeing Tommy. I never felt this way before. I never felt so important to someone before. I never received this kind of attention. I felt so wanted. So desired. It made me feel good about myself. And I felt the same way about him. He was hot. But he also made me laugh, and he was so interesting. He was the quarterback for our college football team, but he was also smart. I don't think he cared for school all that much, but at least he was naturally intelligent.

I had friends. Actual real friends. Jessica, Annie, and Madison we're amazing. They were fun, and adventurous. They've taught me so much about letting go and being free that I felt such gratitude for them. We talked daily, and I wasn't used to that.

But then there was Damon. And I felt so guilty for not talking to him as much as I used to. He was so good about reaching out to me and checking up on me, but I wasn't good about doing the same for him. And I could see the disappointment and the fear in his eyes when he came home. He's afraid I've changed. And the truth is I have. But deep down I'm still Elena. He's still my best friend and he always will be. I wouldn't let that change.

I spent a few days with my family and extended family celebrating Christmas, which I enjoyed, but it made me miss Tommy. So, I spent the next few days spending time with him. And I meant to reach out to Damon, to spend another day with him before I planned on having the party, but things just got crazy. I sent him a reminder text, hoping he'd show up anyway. I wanted him to meet my friends. I wanted him to meet Tommy. And I wanted them to meet him. He was one of the most important people in my life.

It was crazy. Jessica, Annie, and Madison helped me set up for the party. I convinced Jeremy to keep his mouth shut by letting him join in on the party. And thankfully Lily and Giuseppe always went to visit their family up north over New Years, so hopefully my other neighbors wouldn't snitch.

I looked hot, I had to admit. I wore a tight black dress, that showed off my breasts, and legs. My hair was perfectly curled, and my makeup was flawless. I never thought I could be like those girls. And now I was one. And it felt good.

Before I knew it, my house was bumping with the base of the music. My brain was foggy from all the liquor I had consumed, and my house was stacked full of people having a good time.

"You're so sexy," Tommy growled in my ear. He had me pinned up against the wall in the kitchen. His knee was shoved right where I wanted him against my throbbing wet center. His was kissing down my neck as I moaned from the feel of him against me. I didn't care that there was a ton of people witnessing this. This was normal to me. Letting my boyfriend grope, me in the middle of a party.

"You want to go up to your room?" He whispered in my ear, nibbling on the skin just above my collarbone.

I nodded my head quickly. I wanted this. Sex was amazing. It was so liberating and exciting. I was surprised by how quickly I fell into bed with Tommy, considering I had been a virgin up until then. And he knew I was. But he was so gracious and sweet about it, that I knew it was right.

I took his hand and started leading the way, when I spotted Damon.

He looked… I couldn't find the word to describe it. Angry? Upset? Confused? Hurt? I wasn't really sure because as soon as we made eye contact, he tried masking it. "Damon!" I shouted so glad he decided to show up.

I ran to him throwing my arms around him. "I'm so glad you came!"

I stumbled a little on my way, tripping over my own feet, thankfully he reached out to steady me, before he embraced me in a hug. "You're drunk," his voice had an edge to it.

I pulled away from him, "Why aren't you?" I asked, poking a finger in his chest.

Before he could answer his eyes scanned over to my side and I totally forgot about Tommy. "Oh, I'm sorry," I stumbled back to hug Tommy from the side. "Damon this is Tommy. Tommy this is my friend Damon," I gestured between the two of them.

"Damon Salvatore," Tommy clapped down on his shoulder. "Long time no see."

It took a minute for my brain to understand what Tommy was saying, "You know each other?"

"Oh yeah," Tommy smiled down at me. "Big high school rivals in football. We were two of the best quarterbacks in our conference."

I remember going to watch Damon's games. But instead of sitting in the student section, where everyone else did, I sat in the parent section so I could do my homework when the team was on defense and Damon was taking a break. After all those years of watching him, I still never understood football.

"No college football for you?" Tommy asked. I was pretty drunk, but I detected a little hostile tone in Tommy's voice which was not like him.

"Army," Damon shook his head. His tone was short and clipped. He looked less than thrilled to see Tommy. "Mind if I have a moment with Elena?"

"Sure," Tommy stood tall before leaning down to give me a kiss. It was full of passion and energy. It lasted longer than I would've liked while my best friend stood awkwardly waiting for Tommy to let me go. But on the other hand, I couldn't wait to go back to making out with him later.

"Bye," I could feel myself flush, as he held onto my hand for a few long seconds before he disappeared someone else.

I turned to Damon, and I noticed his eyes follow Tommy, as he left us alone. "What's up?"

Damon finally looked at me, "This party is out of control." His eyes held nothing but judgement and disappointment.

"What are you talking about?" I looked around, wondering if we were at the same party.

"Elena," he grabbed my upper arm, spinning me around. "There are people doing cocaine on the coffee table. There is a bunch of puke out on the front lawn. There is a definite threesome occurring up in your parents' bed. And somebody broke one of the kitchen chairs."

I was surprised to hear some of that information, but I was annoyed at how judgmental he was being. "Relax Damon," I rolled my eyes. "It'll all be cleaned up tomorrow."

"Elena!" He shook me. "Did you even hear what I was saying? There are illegal drugs in your house right now!"

"Don't even," I pushed his hands off me. "You smoked pot all throughout high school so don't even give me that crap! You're such a hypocrite!"

"What about everything else?"

"I'll hose down the lawn, clean my parent's sheets, and I'll come up with a story about the chair," I shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

"Who are you right now?" He looked appalled.

"So, I'm not allowed to have fun, but you are? You're being a huge dick right now," I could feel the anger boiling inside me.

"Maybe you should go," I heard Tommy appear by my side. "You're just making her upset."

I leaned into Tommy as I glared at Damon. I couldn't believe how hypocritical he was being. He's done way worse stuff than I have, and he was acting like I was this terrible person. It hurt. I didn't even want to look at him right now.

Damon turned around quickly, and I watched as he left my house in a rage.

"Hey," Tommy shook me. "Let's just forget about that and go back to having fun."

I had to take a deep breath. I don't think Damon and I have ever fought. At least not since we were kids. But those fights were different. They were over meaningless things. Like whom got the last blue popsicle or whether or not I tagged him before he made it to the safe zone.

"Do you want another drink?" Tommy asked concerned.

"No," I shook my head. "I was actually hoping we could pick up where we left off." I bit my lip as I pulled him towards the stairs. He smiled as he followed me up the stairs.

I was thankful nobody was in my room as I pulled Tommy inside. I shut the door behind us, as he pushed me against the wall, and started kissing my lips. It felt so good to have the distraction. I had a lot of pent-up energy and was glad to be using it.

Things were heating up quickly and our clothes were being disposed of. My tongue was working his mouth, as he pulled me down onto my bed. I sat up on his lap, as I removed my bra, when I noticed flashing colors coming from my window.

"What the fuck?" I climbed off Tommy and ran to my window. "Someone called the cops!" I yelled.

Tommy scrambled turning on the lights. He tossed me my bra, as he threw his jeans back on.

"Where is my dress?!" I panicked throwing the covers and looking under my bed.

I heard shouting downstairs, telling everyone to get out. I started to shake with nerves and anger. I was underage, my parents were going to kill me.

"Here take my sweatshirt," Tommy threw it at me, so I could quickly cover up in the meantime.

I pulled the hoody over my head and then ran down the stairs hoping I could reason with the officers. I mean it was a small town, hopefully I could convince them it got out of control, and I had no control over it.

A flood of people were leaving my house quickly as two cops shouted at everyone. I followed the crowd outside, secretly hoping Sheriff Forbes would be outside. She was good friends with my mom back in high school. I prayed she had a soft spot for me right now.

The air was cold as I got outside. It was winter, and I had no pants and no shoes on. Just a large sweatshirt that went halfway down my legs, thanks to Tommy's size. And a pair of panties, I was thankful I hadn't taken off yet.

I looked around left to right hoping to find Liz, when I spotted Damon, sitting on the steps of his parents' house.

And it clicked. He called the cops on me. Every fiber in my body was full of rage, as I stomped over to him. I had no idea what was going to happen. But I was unstoppable, and I was about to lose my mind on him.

He stood up as he saw me approaching.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I closed the remaining distance before I shoved him in the chest, with all the energy I had.

He stumbled back, not prepared for my anger.

"You are such a dick!" I screamed. "I can't believe you'd tattle on me like your seven years old!" I wound up ready to slap him across the face, but he was faster than me.

His hand came up to grasp my wrist, the sound of our hands colliding was like a crack of thunder.

"Elena!" I heard Liz approach me.

I turned to face her.

"I could arrest you for assault," she warned me. "On top of underage drinking and possession of drugs."

I swallowed as I realized how bad this was.

"But I won't," she crossed her arms. "Instead, you will tell your parents when they come home. You'll clean this giant mess. And you'll let me confiscate all the booze and drugs."

My eyes filled with tears as Liz turned away to go finish clearing out my house. I glanced at Damon for a mere second before following Liz.

"Hey, I'm going to get out of here," Tommy met me in front yard. "You want to come?"

"I can't," I swallowed, whipping the tears.

"Hey," he helped clear my wet face. "You threw an awesome party. Don't fret."

I chewed the inside of my lip, wishing I could wake up from this nightmare. This was not going to be good with my parents.

"I'll call you later," he smiled at me before pecking me on the lips. He ran off hoping in a truck with one of his friends.

I was a little upset he wasn't going to stay and make sure everything was ok. Almost everyone was gone, when I walked back into the house. And Damon was right. It was a disaster in here. Garbage everywhere, the floors felt sticky beneath my feet from all the spilt booze. I saw the broken chair, as the cops were searching the house.

I went upstairs and found my parents room to be in disarray. I walked into Jeremy's room, and he was nervously standing in the middle of his room. "Are the cops still here?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Elena… I was drinking. If they find out… Mom and dad will kill me," he started pacing his room.

"I don't think they will," I told him. "Just go to sleep, and I'll take care of everything else. I have to tell mom and dad, but don't worry, I'll keep you out of it."

"It's bad Elena," Jeremy swallowed. "It got way out of hand."

"I know," I finally admitted. I felt the lump in my throat knowing I exposed my little brother to things I shouldn't have. "I'm sorry," I felt so guilty for worrying him. "Just go to sleep, ok?" I shut off his lights and closed the door, before I made my way downstairs to talk to Liz...

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