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Waking up the next morning wasn't the best experience as my body felt like it was hit by a bus and my head was being hit with a hammer repeatedly. To make matters worse, I had no idea where I was and what happened the previous night. A few suggestions came to mind – one being the fact that I got completely drunk.

After a bit of a struggle, I managed to get out of the comfortable bed, luckily finding all my belongings on the bedside table and all my clothes still on. Looking around, I immediately knew who this house belonged to, but the question was how I managed to get myself to the Boarding house and why I was even here – especially when drunk.

I was going to sneak out and pretend I was never even there, perhaps say they were imagining stuff if someone said anything about it but all my plans were foiled when I ran into Damon himself who didn't look nearly as hammered as I did yet the stench that came off of him clearly told him that it was him that I had that little drinking party with. "What the hell happened?" I asked through my teeth, clearly not happy about the fact that I was even near him but then I remembered why he was drinking to begin with – Rose. I didn't feel particularly sad about her death, more so annoyed with Jules who I knew would cause problems ever since she came here; she was just like that anyways. I didn't feel sympathy for Damon either as he was the cause for her death anyways; he deserved whatever he got.

"You know, when you are drunk you aren't so bad." He stated with a smirk on his face and my hands itched to hit him. "Just tell me what bloody happened! How in the name of Merlin did I spend more than a second with you?"

"Well, I was having one of my nightly strolls, looking for a snack if you know what I mean and then boom! - I see you walking all alone in the park and me being the kindly person I am, I decided to gift you my presence so we went to the Grill to get some drinks. We drank a lot and you got really drunk and started talking about some boy Reymond? Renold? I don't really know, but yeah, you weren't so bad when you weren't trying to burn me alive."

"Well you were the one who killed my friend. Also, burning you alive wasn't the worst thing I could have done to you, so be glad I'm not as sadistic as you are." I said before asking, "What did you do to Jules anyways? I heard what she did to Rose – usually she tries avoiding killing vampires."

"Oh, well, I may or may not have tried to slip in some wolfsbane into her drink and maybe, just maybe, I threatened her."

"Of course you did." Before I could say anything else, my phone went off as Caroline sent an emergency text saying I had to come over immediately. "Well can't say I enjoy this but I have to go now. You better not tell anyone this happened or you will not like the consequences." I said and without looking back I went out of the house to Caroline's.

The trip there wasn't nice either as the sunlight made my headache worsen significantly and the walking itself was bringing all of those drinks I had last night back up. Caroline herself didn't look too good either when she opened the door for me – her bags under her eyes showing how she didn't get much sleep. "I already told Stefan about this and I thought you should know too."

"What's wrong Caroline?"

"It's Jules. She told Tyler about Mason. She told him that we killed him – all of us, you included. He came to see me in the morning and he had this look on his face. He hates me, Mia." She said desperately and I shook my head, fuming. Jules dared to say that I was the one who killed him when she wasn't even there to witness what happened? This was only proof of how unlikeable that woman was. "Calm down, Caroline, everything will be fine."

She wiped down a lone tear that ran down her cheek and let out a forced laugh and a smile. "So, what happened to you? You smell like booze and you look like you got hit by a truck meaning someone got a little too much fun last night." She paused, putting a finger to her chin. "You shouldn't even be able to drink yet!"

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