"A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy."

Jean Racine

I didn't care about any of the strange looks I got or if I was that girl at the party who was desperate to drown in alcohol. It wasn't like I was crawling on the floor, begging for attention. In fact if everyone just disappeared at this moment I would have been fine. I would have been thankful. I didn't even want to look at anyone at his party. It was like I was surrounded in a group of supporters of him. I hated him so that meant I hated them as well. I used to hate it when people said "You are guilty by association." I heard it enough from my parents growing up but I never felt like I'd be the one grouping people.

I didn't know what I was going to do. I didn't know how I was going to react but drink after drink just caused my thoughts to become darker. It was actually somewhat sad and pathetic. I shouldn't have been so naive. It made me sick to my stomach about how many times I was warned and I just stupidly gave him the benefit of the doubt. It felt like and explosion was just waiting to go off inside me. I wanted to keep calm. I wanted to have some class, but in the back of my mind I knew that was bullshit. I just wanting time to think things through without getting obnoxious.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to call his ass out and show all of his little followers what kind of guy he was. It wouldn't shock me if they already knew though. A guy like that couldn't have fooled them all. I mean, how many girls has he done this to? I sure as hell wasn't the only one that he has ripped apart. I'm so stupid how could I-

"There you are." I couldn't even have a hatefest in my head without someone interrupting me. I turned towards the voice that I already knew, to see the devil himself.

"It is not like I was hiding." I didn't want it to sound bitter but it came out that way. All I knew is after that I had to put on facade in order to even look at him. I had to break it off with him so I didn't look like such an idiot. I didn't want him to think I was ending things because he cheated. I wanted him to think I just didn't want him.

"I was looking everywhere for you."

"Should have looked harder." When did you find out I wasn't shoved down Caroline's throat? "Listen we need to talk." I said as he pulled me off into a direction where it was more quiet.

"I know, I need to tell you something." He stopped pulling me through the people and into the kitchen were there was only a few people.

"Me too. It's important." I had no idea what I was doing or what was so important. The only thing I knew was that I was ending things right now.

"I really need to explain something to you and I don't want you to be mad but-"

"I'm a lesbian." The lie slipped out the moment it came into my head. I thought maybe it would hurt his ego but once I said it I knew it wasn't going to fly.

"What?" He said with a completely dumbstruck look on his face. "No you are not." He said while rolling his eyes and I could tell he wanted to keep talking.

"Yea, I'm so into gi- you are right I'm not." I cut that breakup excuse before I could actually attempt it. I really couldn't pull that off.

"Where is this coming from?" I opened my mouth to respond but the moment I did someone rudely pushed through us while spilling something. "Let's talk somewhere more private. Meet me in my room in ten minutes." He said while disappearing in a group of people that suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

After the mention of his room, he brought back my strong fiery as I thought of recent events in that room. What did he expect? He was just going to make out and do god knows what with Caroline and then go back to me and be all casual. No fucking way was this going to happen. No, he needed to learn a lesson and I wasn't going to sit around. A plan formed in my head and I knew that I had to do it. I had to hurt him. He had to know what this felt like. Even if he didn't care about me at least I would be known for pulling it off.

I wanted him to know the moment he found someone he loved, what they could do to him, that he wasn't bulletproof from being just as heartbroken.

I made my way back into the living room. My eye caught Stefan talking to someone in the corner of the room. I grabbed a semi-empty drink off the table and moved towards him. I didn't need to act much because I was already not thinking straight.

"Stefan!" I squealed while stumbling over into his arms.

"Oh man, you are trashed!"

"I'm not trashy." I mumbled while frowning.

"That's not what I said." I heard him whisper, sounding somewhat annoyed. I heard him apologizing to the person he was talking to as he led me over to a chair. "Sit here, I'm going to go get Damon."

"No!" I yelled as he gave me a confused look. "I want you to take care of me." I put on my best pouting face and he laughed. "You owe me, remember?"

"I remember." He sighed and then went to take the random class out of my hand. "I'll take you up stairs. You should probably lay down." He picked me up and started heading towards the stairs. I couldn't help but let a little smile escape. Now I was never one to be devious but this was working out quite well if you asked me.

I felt the light bounces while heading up the stair and only for a moment did guilt set in before I tried to push it away. I know it isn't a good thing to regret something that hasn't happened yet. I also knew nothing good was going to come from the situation.

"You are such a good guy Stefan." I mumbled into the crook of his neck. "Why can't your brother be more like you?" I didn't know if I was acting at that moment or not. For so long I thought deep down Damon had good in his heart, he just needed someone to free it. Now I didn't know what to think. Who knows what I was wrong about.

"What did he do now?" He asked while opening the door to Damon's room and then setting me down on the floor.

"Damon was just being Damon." I said while flopping down on the edge of Damon's bed.

"You'll get used to him over time." I heard Stefan from far away and I looked up to see him coming out of the bathroom with a glass in his hand.

"Maybe I don't want to get used to it." I looked up at him with the best innocent expression I could pull off. I wasn't feeling too innocent at this moment.

"You should drink this." He gave me the water and it was clear he was uncomfortable. I took the glass willingly but set it down on the table next to me and then looked back to a confused Stefan.

"You are a lot different from Damon." I stood up so I was standing in front of him. "You've never hurt me like he has."

"Elena, I don't know what is-"

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you Stefan?" I interrupted him while moving closer. "I'm tired of being hurt by guys."

"I should go." He said while trying to pull away but I grabbed his arm before he could.

"Something tells me you aren't like those other guys."

"I'm not."

"Then show me." I whispered and then leaned up on my tippy toes, pressing my lips against his. The kiss was foreign and uncomfortable. His lips didn't fit with mine but I shoved that into the back of my head and tried to deepen the kiss but he pushed me away.

"Elena you are my brothers girlfriend. I can't do this."

"Like that has ever stopped you before." My words were hard and cold which caused a look of hurt cross his features. I immediately felt bad. This was about Damon, not Stefan. What was I doing? I was about to ruin a brotherhood during its repair. Any regret and guilt was wiped away when Stefan had started to furiously kiss me back. Now I was the hesitant one but that didn't stop me from going for my goal. I broke the kiss and pushed Stefan back against the bed and did my best to give him a sultry smile. There was something in my stomach that churned that this was all wrong. I pushed the feeling away as I sat in Stefan's lap and continued to kiss him back.

It was as if I had planned this out perfectly. I practically choreographed it all as I heard the door opening. It might as well have been my play and on cue Damon waltzed right in 'catching' us in the act. The first thought I had was to quickly scream it wasn't what it looked like. I had to remember it was in fact what it looked like and I'm the one who planned it. I'm the one who made it this way I should be congratulating myself, I should be celebrating the fact that I accomplished what I believed was impossible. I had to remember this was all an act. And I had to play the part.

"Oh Damon, how nice of you to join us." I gave him a wicked smile and then glanced down at the horrified Stefan beneath me. "Wanna make an Elena sandwich? Or would it be a Salvatore sandwich? Either way I'm down with it." I said towards Damon. The moment I saw a look of hurt flash through his eyes I felt sick. I wanted to throw up and disappear but his look of hurt was almost immediately turned to an emotionless mask. In the same night I told him he could trust me, I ripped that trust right from him.

"It's not what it looks like." Of course Stefan would say that.

"It is." I said while giggling. This whole persona was only frustrating myself. I thought it was best but I'm starting to believe I was wrong.

"Get out." He didn't yell or scream which shocked me. I was prepared for a scene and something told me I just needed to be patient.

"I was kind of in the middle of something." I shot back.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" Oh here comes the rage. "Both of you!" I jumped off Stefan and watched as he timidly got up.

"Listen, Damon-" Stefan began.

"Don't." Was all he said and the glare he gave Stefan was enough to make me shudder.

"I didn't mean for it to happen. Please, we are family! You can't kick me out!" I didn't even realize that was a factor right now.

"We are not family. Blood doesn't make you family. Leave." He pointed to the door as Stefan hung his head and quickly rushed out.

"Well this has been fun and all but-"

"Is this all a game to you?" He interrupted me and I had to keep my cool.

"Why? Am I winning?"

"Who the hell are you?" He whispered while looking me up and down. That was enough to shake me into reality. Who was this person that has taken over me? I don't remember ever being like this. My parents would be disgusted with me. My act was completely gone and I was now petrified to be alone with him.

"Damon I-" I stopped when an even more frightening look then what he gave to Stefan was aimed in my direction. It made me want to burst into tears. He opened the door wider for me and I shuffled towards it. The moment I was next to him he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"The only reason why I had even gave the slightest interest in you was because you were a project. Don't mistake yourself for being any better." I glanced up at him with tears spilling over. "You're disgusting." He spat while pushing me through the door then slamming it in my face. I could hear loud bangs and things smashing from inside his room as I made a run for it. I couldn't be in this house anymore. I left my heart in that room and I was stupid to believe that this would make me feel better.

I was certain that this wasn't one of those things that could be forgiven. It was funny how just one night could ruin my life.

AN: So I've been putting off writing this and I wanted it to be perfect but I'm having such a hard time finding motivation. I've never had this problem so bad before but I'm trying.

I love how so many of you knew exactly where I was going to take this. This has pretty much been the plan from the start and I hope it came out okay. Thanks for reading.

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