PART 9
An hour later, I'm sitting on the loveseat, that Damon and I shared at Elena's party the previous night, drinking hot chocolate, where I've told Stefan and Elena what had happened.
"I cannot believe she did that." Stefan says, shaking his head disbelievingly, talking about Bonnie.
"I thought you two made friends?" Elena asks.
"So did I. But apparently, Bonnie just made friends with me, so that she could get Damon." I answer, feeling numb all over. The phone starts to ring, be fore Stefan has a chance to pick it up, I say. "If it's that bastard, I'm not here. You don't know where I am, and you don't know what happened with those two." Referring to Damon and Bonnie.
"Okay." Stefan replies, and then answers the phone. "Hello? Hi Damon. No I have not seen Mila. I do not know where she is, why? Oh. What did you do? You slept with Bonnie? No wonder why Mila walked out on you. Yes I will tell her, if I see her. Bye."
"What did the asshole say?" I ask Stefan.
"He says, he's sorry, and he wants to talk to you." Stefan answers.
"Well, he can take a long walk off a short pier, because I'm not talking to him." I answer bitterly, "I should have known that something like this would happen eventually." I add, new tears spring to my eyes, and roll down my face. Elena reaches over and hands me a Kleenex, I take it from her gratefully, and wipe my eyes with it.
"Thanks Elena." I get up off the loveseat and walk over to the bin, where I put the used tissue.
"Well, I think I'll go home. At least there I know I'm wanted." I say looking at Stefan and Elena. "Thanks for the hot chocolate, and for listening to me. And if you see Damon, tell him that sorry doesn't help, and that he can go fuck himself!" New tears are threatening to roll down my face again.
"Let me take you home, it's pouring outside." Stefan offers, I look out the window, and sure enough, it is pouring.
"Yeah. Okay." I tell him, sniffling.