Disclaimer: Don't own TVD. No Jeremy in this one!

This was my freaking birthday party! My birthday party for God sakes! I mean I was hoping that I could have at least one day without him. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO! The universe wouldn't listen to me, no, no. And to make matters worse he brings her here!

"Jenna." Ric put his arm around my shoulders with a smirk on his face. Some friend he is! "Enjoying your small get together?" I glared and shrug his arm off me.

"I will kill you."

"Why?"

"You know perfectly well why!" I shouted. People looked at me like I was crazy, then again they always look at me that way these days. I smiled apologetically and dragged Alaric to the tiny closet.

"Well this is cosy." He smirked at the huge amount of space we did NOT have. I started twisting his nipples. "OW! HOLY FUCK JENNA!"

"Oh I'm sorry, does that hurt?"

"YES!" I let go of him and hit him hard in the chest.

"Why did you invite Damon here? You know he'd bring her with him and you know how I feel about his precious Elena." Ric still glaring at me shrugged. "What? What was that? I want an answer please."

"I had to invite him. I was trying to cheer Mason up at work a bit and he overheard." I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"Mason's coming?"

"No."…."OW!" I twisted his nipples again. "I was KIDDING!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't joke with me on my birthday." He took a deep breath.

"Mason is coming but he's coming with Jules."

"Oooooh. Caroline is not gonna be happy."

"Duh. Jules is a bitch to her." I sighed and leaned back on a wall.

"My 25th birthday and there is no eligible bachelors lining up. My mother by this age already had a daughter and a wonderful husband who loved her. Nobody loves me." I pouted. Alaric smacked me over the head. "OW."

"I love you. Bonnie loves you. Caroline loves you. Anna loves you. Tyler loves you. Lots of people love you." His voice went quieter when he said the last four words. "Even Damon loves you."

"Don't go there Ric." I warned him.

"Fine. Then let's get you drunk because this closet is BEYOND cramping my style." I laughed and he went out first.

"Well looks like the birthday girl was already having her cake." I heard the snickering voice as soon as I came out. Elena, Of course. I smiled.

"Yep. Because Ric just tastes so delicious. Pity I have to return him to his owner now. Bonnie!" I pushed my friend towards his chocolate eyed girlfriend. "He's a bit used but overall works fine." Ric glared at me and crossed his arms forgetting that it may cause him pain. I smirked and turned back to Elena. "The closet is all yours." I walked past the people chatting to the bar. "If you give me a whole bottle of that beautiful looking tequila I will give you twenty bucks." The barman looked at me funny.

"You know this is an open bar."

"Okay, then just give me the bottle. I wanna go somewhere without people." He handed me the bottle. "You're lovely. Thank you." I escaped to the stairs and went to the roof. The only place in this Goddamn town where someone could get smashed in peace. Me and Caroline always sneaked out here when we were teens at some family functions. We'd get smashed and high and do lots of things that were probably damaging to our young bodies. We even brought a table and a couple of fancy chairs. My mom always panicked that people were stealing these fancy seats. I sat in one of them, opened the bottle and poured myself a shot then downed it in one go.

"." I poured took another one. "." I heard someone open the door.

"Oh." I'll give you three guesses who came up here, to the roof, where I'm trying to get drunk because I'm in love with a guy who blew me off for a supermodel. OH MY GAWD! How can you guys be so damn CLEVER! YES! IT IS THAT GUY! AKA DAMON! Damon Salvatore is on the rooftop. By I'm trying to drink into oblivion. "I….didn't think anyone would be here." I downed another shot. "I especially didn't expect the birthday girl up here." Another shot. He sat next to me. At least one of him did. "Now why are you getting drunk?"

"Because you're a douchebag." He-They-THE DAMONS BLINKED AT ME.

"That's…honest."

"I'm drunk. And I'm not going to play annoying bullshitting games with you because I'm not a teenage girl like little Elena. So you're a total dick. Go fuck yourself." I smiled and toasted my shot to him. "Happy birthday. To me." I drank the shot. Damon took my bottle from me and poured himself a shot. He toasted to me.

"Happy birthday to you, Jenna Sommers." He said gently and drank it. Then he smiled at me.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Smile at me like that. You already broke my heart once, you don't have to continue on breaking it." He-them-THE FREAKING DAMONS sighed.

"Jenna. You never let me explain."

"What is there to explain Damons?" I shouted...Actually I think I slurred. "You like that Elena chick. God I hate that Elena chick. She's so fucking up herself. Why do you want a supermodel anyways? At least I'M not fucking bulimic." I took another shot whilst the Damons just watched me. "And you know what I hate more than supermodels Mr Salvafuckable? That you choose HER over me. Dick. And now you're here when I am intoxicated and I will probably regret everything when I sober up." Took another shot. After that there are only bits and pieces I can remember. I woke up with an arm draped around me. Anna's arm. I looked around. We were on Mrs Lockwood's dining table. I poked Anna. "Oi, get your ass up. The fuck happened last night?" Damon burst into the room with two cups of coffee, when he noticed I was awake, he grinned.

"Morning Mrs Salvatore." He put the cup of coffee in my hands and gave me a kiss. Forget last night, the fuck happened JUST NOW?

"Did you just call me Mrs Salvatore?" He nodded happily. I looked at Anna who was wearing a bridesmaid sticker on her dress. Caroline and Bonnie were not that far away on the floor in the same state. "But-but-but-but-but-My head hurts." I drank the coffee.

"I understand. We were pretty drunk last night. But when I saw the marriage licence I sobered up immediately." He kissed me again. "Happy first day of our marriage Mrs Salvatore." He whispered to me. "I'll see you later for our honeymoon." He stalked towards the door.

"I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS MARRIAGE DOUCHEBAG!" I yelled after him and immediately regretted it. Damon just laughed and left and I glared at him until I noticed a marriage licence on my lap. Fuck. We really were married. Is it wrong that I was happy I had a drunken shotgun wedding with the guy who fucked me over and left me? Well if it is, I don't want to be fucking right.