Letters To Ex-Jerk

Chapter 20-Vegas Party

"Do you have your clothes for the Vegas Beach party in that bag?" Sarah asked, peering into my room (actually mine and Stefan's but he was hanging out with Damon and Andie in their room while I got dressed).

I nodded, standing up and wiping my hands on my jeans shorts. I had paired them with a pink tank that had on it yellow capital letters spelling out 'LOVE DRUNK'. It was ironic because that was exactly what I was. Love was going to drive me to insanity if I didn't stop it.

Sarah walked over and snatched the bag up. I grabbed my cell phone, slipping it into my pocket before I followed her out of the room, locking the door behind us.

We knocked on the door of Damon and Andie's room and Andie came to the door, a tiny blue dress on that complimented her blue-green eyes. "Finally!" She exclaimed, "Guys, Bonnie and Sarah are here; hurry up old ladies," She laughed.

Sarah nudged me. "Bonnie, I need to tell you something," She whispered.

"Guys, we'll meet you downstairs, okay?" I called, and I let Sarah drag me off down the stairs and into the lobby.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, I need to tell you something. I overheard Andie on the phone with that Elijah dude. She was like flirting with him big time," She admitted, looking uncomfortable. She shifted my bag from her right to left hand and bit her lip.

"I know," I replied. "It's so obvious. And you know something? Damon is totally oblivious to what's going on. He just thinks she's hanging out with him too much,"

"Guys are so clueless. Aren't you going to tell him? I mean, he deserves to know," Sarah pushed long dark hair out of her eyes.

"No, it's not my fight. It's none of my business, Ara." I reminded her.

"But he needs to know," She insisted.

"Yes he does but I'm not going to be the one to tell him," I said, firmly and Sarah pouted because she knew I was serious from the determined expression on my face.

"Do you know what else? I recognized him from UCLA," She added.

"So what?"

"He and Andie were like the 'it couple' until he broke up with her to be with another girl," Sarah muttered, sounding bored now at the topic.

"So Elijah is Andie's ex?" I asked, just as the trio of our friends approached.

We dropped silent and Andie raised her eyebrows as she came towards us. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. I was just yelling at Bonnie because she was hesitant about the party. I set her straight though," Sarah clapped me on the back, lying effectively as she always had. She'd always been a good liar. It was a flaw and an asset at the same time.

"No way, Bonnie! This is going to be the bomb!" Andie exclaimed, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

I didn't speak. I just followed them out of the lobby and onto the road. We then started the 10 minute walk to my Dad's house.

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"Would you pass the ketchup, Bonnie?" Damon asked me, about an hour later at my Dad's. I nodded, not meeting his eyes and passed him the red colored bottle. He squirted some on his French fries and took a bite of one. He'd always been addicted to the stuff. Then again, I loved it too. I adored the ketchupy goodness.

I took a bite of fried chicken as my Dad spoke up: "So how are you kids living? Bonnie's bunking with Elena and what about the rest of you?"

"No, actually I moved out from Elena's apartment. I'm bunking with Caroline now," I murmured, swallowing my mouthful of food.

"What? Why? She was such a sweet girl." Dad replied, looking shocked.

"Yes, I know. We just had some, er, problems," I tried not to look in Damon's direction. I needn't have worried though; he looked engrossed in his plate of Fries. I couldn't blame him; my Dad's super sized French fries were the best.

"What sort of problems?"

"Girl problems and stuff," I raised my eyebrows and Dad nodded.

"So who's this Caroline girl? Do you know her, Stefan?" Dad tried to include someone else into the conversation. Stefan hadn't said a word the entire journey here and then at dinner he'd been silent too. He was taking the depressed lovesick teenager role a bit too far, I thought.

"Yes. She's a childhood friend from where Damon and I grew up: Mystic Falls, Virginia," He replied, meeting my Dad's eyes politely.

"The South, hmmm. How is it?"

"Slow," Stefan replied causing my Dad and Andie who was sitting on my other side to chuckle. My dad was on my left side and Damon and Stefan were opposite us next to Sarah.

"I'll bet its way different from the hustle and bustle of the city," Dad noted.

"It is, sir," Damon put in, "The city's way more beautiful though." His eyes flitted to me for a second and my cheeks warmed a little at the compliment. I looked over to Andie but she didn't seem to have noticed her boyfriend's little comment. She was busy typing away on her Blackberry under the table.

She looked up at me, shooting me an apologetic grin. "Sorry, Elijah was just asking me if I'm headed to the Vegas Beach party," She muttered.

I looked at my watch. "It starts in an hour," I noted, trying to push away the fact that there was definitely something between Andie and the Elijah guy.

Sarah nodded. "Yes, we need to get ready. Who's still eating?" She asked looking around the table.

Dad shot her a scolding look. "Sarah!" He reproached. "Let them eat… who cares if you're late to this party?"

"But its so un cool being late," Sarah pouted, standing up with her empty plate and heading towards the kitchen.

I finished up the chicken that was on my plate and stood up too. "What happened to being fashionably late?"

Sarah pfft-ed. "That's so 2010," She muttered causing me to roll my eyes.

We hurried into the kitchen and washed up the dishes quickly. Damon came in 10 minutes later with the rest of the plates and we washed them up too. Damon helped us to dry them and we worked in comfortable silence the three of us being the perfect cleaning team.

"Sarah, could you give me a minute with Bonnie?" Damon asked.

Sarah nodded, meeting my eyes with a meaningful look. I looked away, hoping that Damon didn't catch on to it. She rubbed her hands on a dishtowel and hurried out of the room, closing the door to the kitchen gently behind her.

"What's up?" I asked, leaning on the counter and trying to be casual.

Damon sighed. "I don't know. Andie's acting really weird. She's being all distant and stuff. Did she tell you anything?" He asked, and I felt my stomach drop with the guilt that had been eating away at me for the past few hours.

I shook my head because that was the truth. "Nope," I replied.

Damon ran a hand through his hair, a little frustrated. "Things were perfect before we came here, you know. I just, I feel that something happened to her," His blue eyes met mine and I wanted so badly to say 'something called Elijah' or anything along those lines. I held my tongue though. It wasn't my business to blab about. Andie had to tell him herself or I'd be a traitor if I did. It was girl's code.

"Maybe she just feels weird about being home." I suggested, turning away from him. "How long hasn't she been here in?"

"A year, she said," Damon muttered.

"Hmm, well maybe things have changed and she doesn't like the way they are," I was blabbering nonsense but Damon seemed to buy it.

"Maybe," Damon looked thoughtful. I felt my cell phone buzz in my pocket and rolled my eyes as I saw it was Sarah. She was calling me from the living room.

Damon laughed as his eyes flashed to the screen of my phone. "We'd better get out there. You guys need to get dressed," He murmured.

I looked at his outfit; a black pair of jeans and a black shirt that outlined his abs. His eyes looked even bluer with all the darkness as a back drop. I wanted to kiss him right here right now but I knew it would just create more drama. It would hurt Stefan if he found out and Andie and Damon were technically still dating. Damon didn't know about the Elijah thing.

"Why are you staring at me?" Damon looked at me with a confused look on his face.

I shook my head. "I was just wondering why you're not dressed flashier for Vegas and stuff," I lied though actually it was kind of the truth.

"Nothing says Vegas more than all black,"

"Huh?"

"Blackjack dealer," Damon winked at me and then left the room. I followed, a smile playing on my lips because I knew this party was certainly going to be different.

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"I look like a slut, Sarah," I complained, 15 minutes later when we were getting dressed in my old bedroom. Sarah had dressed me in a tiny golden miniskirt, a black shirt and a truck load of make-up on my face. I was dressed in 9 inch golden heels and I felt like a slut.

"You do not look like a slut," Sarah replied from where she was standing on the mirror applying black eyeliner to her eyes making them look even wider and browner. She was dressed in a black and purple dress with a scooping neckline and some black flashy heels. Her long dark straight hair was all ruffled and sexy and she looked like someone who'd come right out of sin city.

"I do," I countered, trying to pull my skirt down to no avail. It was skin tight.

"Shut up. Andie, tell her she doesn't look like a slut," Sarah ordered Andie who was sitting on my bed watching us bicker in a pair of white shorts, a red sequined vest and some red sequined pumps.

Andie's lips which were covered in bright red lipstick formed a smile. "Bonnie, you look hot. Sarah, enough eyeliner you look like a panda," She replied, standing up.

Sarah scowled and I chuckled, grabbing my cell phone from on the bed. I looked at the time. "We have exactly 15 minutes to get to the party," I commented.

Sarah put away the eyeliner and smacked her glossed lips together. She nodded and grabbed her black purse from on the bed. "Okay, we're good to go. I have the tickets in my bag and everything," She informed us.

"Coolio," Andie said, smiling. Then we linked arms and all three of us, feeling very much like Charlie's Angels except more on the slut side, hurried down to where we'd left the guys playing Solitaire with my Dad on the beat up computer in his office.

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"This party is so badass and you are so boring," Sarah squealed, an hour after we'd arrived at the beach party.

"You said that 5 times," I teased her, causing her to punch my ribs.

"And I will as long as you keep turning down guys offers to dance." She replied, running a hand through her hair and smirking at me.

"I don't want to dance with anyone," I said, stubbornly folding my arms across my chest as I watched a happy couple dressed to the nines head for the drinks table. "I don't need anymore drama,"

"Drama Schwama," Sarah sang, taking a big gulp from her drink; punch except someone had spiked it. I took a sip of my own. I was still on my first cup but Sarah had filled hers up a million times already. She didn't get drunk easily though.

"Why aren't you dancing with anyone, Ms. Hypocrite?" I asked, rolling my eyes at her.

"Because I'm hanging out with my best friend," She smiled, "and besides, none of the ones who asked me are cute enough," She added, causing me to laugh just as Stefan approached us, a tiny smile on his face.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked, and I was about to reply when I noticed he was looking at my best friend.

She looked back at him, a confused look on her face. "Umm…." She looked back towards me and then back at him and I shrugged.

Stefan's eyes met mine for a brief second before they flashed back to Sarah's brown ones. "Hmm, what do you say?" He asked.

Sarah looked at me for another second and I nodded subtly, so she stepped forward, handing me her drink. "Sure, Stefan," She took his hand, looking a little embarrassed and that was when I figured it out. Sarah liked Stefan. That was why she hung out with him so much. But she didn't want to act on her feelings because in our book of rules we couldn't go after each-other's exes. She was a great best friend.

I watched them walk out onto the dance floor, a small smile on my face. Stefan deserved someone great like Sarah. I would be happy if they got together. At least that was what I was trying to convince myself. There were some unreasonable surges of jealousy I felt as I saw her in Stefan's arms but I pushed them away, knowing I was being selfish.

I caught sight of Andie standing with a group of friends, Elijah being one of them. Damon was nowhere to be seen. I wondered where my little Ex-jerk was. I hurried up to Andie, making my way through her little posse.

"Um, Andie. Have you seen Damon?" I asked, ignoring the stares I was receiving from her friends.

Andie's eyebrows creased up in confusion for a second then she shook her head. "He was just here," She looked at the space beside her awestruck and then turned back to me.

"You mean that hot guy with blue eyes and black hair?" A brunette standing in the group beside Elijah and Andie asked.

"Have you seen him?" I asked, turning to her instead.

"He was headed to the drinks table," The girl turned her head and looked at the drinks table before she saw a figure dancing in the center of a group of girls. She giggled, "There he is,"

Andie and some of the others laughed as Damon did the moonwalk before heading to the drinks table, his little crowd of followers behind him. I hurried towards him just as he pushed the bowl of punch onto the floor, sending it with a crash towards the ground. He started pushing the glass cups off the table, throwing them around him.

This was bad news. Damon was crazily drunk and he did bad things and created bad situations when that happened. He stepped onto the table, laughing manically and causing a whole lot of people to look in his direction. I pushed my way through the crowd until I was standing in front of him directly. His eyes flashed with recognition for a few seconds before he smiled a lopsided smile.

Before I could stop him, he'd pulled me up onto the table beside him and started to swing me around. I held onto him tightly, scared because I didn't know where I'd go if he let go. He swung wilder and crazier and the crowd cheered. I screamed out for help but Damon was oblivious. He pulled me onto his shoulders and started jumping up and down, crazy with drunkness.

I screamed out again, and Stefan was suddenly in front of me, trying to pull me out of the arms of his brother. Damon saw what he was trying to do and jumped off of the table and started running towards the water, me still on his shoulders and dizzy. The whole group of party goers had stopped to stare by now. Stefan followed us, panting, but Damon was on adrenalin high thanks to the alcohol mixed in with hyperness. He ran into the water and started swinging me around again. He walked into the water until he was waist deep and I could feel the freezing waters hit against his body and some splashed up towards me. The sea was dark and ominous on the other side.

Stefan tried to approach us cautiously as if he was approaching a predator. I could see Sarah in the periphery, looking worried sick as she called out my name. Andie was holding her back from running out into the water. I pushed against Damon, trying to shake him out of his state of drunkness but he swung me around again roughly.

This time, I was flung out of his hands and towards the depths of the water. I hit my head on a giant rock towards the side and then everything went black.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry I was gone for a long time but I had tests. I hope this satisfies your needs. I'll try to update again soon!

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