"Whoo!" The crowd cheered as Elena downed another shot of liquor; Caroline had taken her to a bar just outside of town and compelled security to let them in.

Elena laughed as she sat at the bar. "Caroline, this is great." She beamed at her best friend. "This really helped."

"I bet." Caroline smiled. "It's getting late. Maybe we should head home." She suggested.

"Okay." Elena grabbed her purse and jacket before following Caroline out the door, laughing as she got in the passenger side of the car.

"Can you believe how much fun that was?" Elena sighed with content as she looked out the window at the view.

"I'm so glad you had fun." Caroline confessed. "For a second I thought you wouldn't be able to take your mind off of…you know what."

"It's still there." Elena frowned. "I just tried hard not to think about it."

"It's okay, Elena." Caroline reassure, pulling in to town. "Yeah, Damon was right when he said you weren't a couple, but that still doesn't mean it didn't hurt when he slept with Rebekkah."

"But it shouldn't!" Elena turned to her. "I'm not supposed to feel like this for him…am I?"

"We all saw it coming." Caroline pulled up to Elena's house. "Listen, even if you didn't feel anything for Damon, you'd still be feeling betrayed because Rebekkah tried to kill you and Damon knew better."

"Should I talk to him?"

"No!" Caroline objected. "Damon's in the wrong-."

"So am I!" Elena tried.

"Stop defending him!" Caroline huffed. "Elena Gilbert, Damon Salvatore is NOT to be let off the hook for sleeping with the devil!"

"Okay, okay!" Elena put her hands up. "I'll call you tomorrow." She opened her door and got out.

"See yah." Caroline smiled as she drove away.

Elena was making her way to the front door when she turned around and observed her surroundings, feeling as though someone was watching her. She shrugged off the feeling and stepped inside.

Klaus had been sitting at the Mystic Grill for hours until Rebekkah finally showed up.

"Have trouble finding the place? Or were you off on another evening with Damon Salvatore?" He took a drink of the beer he ordered.

"What is it to you, big brother?" She asked.

"Why are you making trouble for Elena Gilbert?"

Rebekkah rolled her eyes, being tired of hearing about the girl that Klaus cared about so much. "It's fun." She stated, smirking. "Who cares?"

"I care!" He snarled. "And what do you think you're doing running around town with Damon anyways?"

"I'll have you know that Damon invited me to his bed." She glared at him.

"And you just HAD to take his invitation, I assume?"

"Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?"

"Because one, Damon Salvatore used you. He doesn't care for you, Rebekkah. The only person he'll ever care about is Elena. And two, you're not only giving yourself a bad reputation, but the entire original family as well. I'm telling you now, to STOP disgracing our family name so you can play games with Elena." He slammed his hands on the bar as he stood up and left the Grill.

Rebekkah sniffed, wiping away the tears that formed in her eyes; people insulted her often, that was fine, but when it's her own brother, it hurts. She got up and left the Mystic Grill, drawing shaky breaths and feeling her hands shake from the hurt and anger.

In her mind, there was only one person to blame…Elena Gilbert.

The next morning, Elena stretched on her bed, feeling the sunlight shine through her window. She yawned and got out of bed, starting her morning rituals; brush her teeth, shower, and get ready for the day.

When she was done, she went downstairs and smiled. "Hey, Jer."

"Morning." He mumbled with a mouth full of cereal.

"Where's Ric?" She asked, pouring herself some juice.

"He went out." Jeremy looked her closely. "Are you okay? You've been acting weird since yesterday."

"I'm fine." She lied; having Jeremy know that she was upset would only make him worry, especially since she upset about Damon.

"Whatever you say." He got up from the table and put his bowl in the sink. "When you're ready to talk about it, let me know." He stuck his tongue out at her as he left the kitchen.

She shook her head and laughed lightly, putting her glass cup in the sink. She sighed and put both hands on the sink, replaying the events from yesterday. She wanted to cry all over again; she didn't really hate Damon, but she wasn't sure she could face him again.

"Why Rebekkah?" She kept asking herself. "He wants to rip Klaus' face off every time he comes near me. But he's fine with sleeping with a girl who's tried more than once to kill me."

She jumped as she heard the door fly open. She made her way into the living room, seeing the door wide open.

"Ric?" She called. "Is that you?"

"Not quite." She heard the all too familiar voice, not giving her time to respond before Rebekkah had her pinned against the wall.

I know this one's not much, but I don't want to give away too much...unless you guys want me to give you the full chapter, BUT you'll have to wait quite some time for the next one. I know, I'm evil (: