The More Things Change

Fourteen

The phone rang before I was fully up. Rolling out of bed, I stumbled more than walked to the desk and the cordless. "Hello?" I asked, voice sleep-rasped and hoarse. I used the chair to hold myself up.

"Elena! Hi!" The chipper greeting had my muddled brain begging for mercy.

"Caroline?" I cleared my throat. "Hey."

Katherine. Out of the tomb.

I bolted upright, more awake than a pot full of coffee could have managed as my heart pounded. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes." Despite her agreement, she didn't sound as if she were dead and transitioning. I was fairly sure she'd sound less petulant if that were the case. "You and Bonnie. What's going on?"

I blinked. "Huh?"

"I know you've got a lot to worry about with Jeremy," Caroline began. "But this weirdness between you two started way before that. All I get from Bonnie is a bunch of nonsense about witches and dreams and weird feelings whenever she's around you."

Oh. Crap.

I ran a hand through Elena's hair, falling back onto the bed. "I don't know, Caroline. She did some reading the future thing at the Falls party. Said I wasn't me. She's been avoiding me ever since."

"That's ridiculous," Caroline declared. "Bonnie always made out that her Grams was crazy. I had no idea she was starting to believe this witchy-woo. But that doesn't explain why you aren't demanding she deal with whatever it is. Why are you avoiding her?"

"It's pretty obvious she doesn't want to be around me. I don't want to push."

"Since when?" Caroline said, sounding equal parts incredulous and amused. "Elena, you are the queen of pushing."

I ran my hand along the top of the blanket. "I—guess I'm just trying to give her space to work out... whatever."

"Well, it clearly isn't working. If you two don't start getting along by the car wash, I'm going to lock you both in a room and make you work it out."

"Car wash?"

"The Sexy Suds Car Wash?" Caroline enunciated. "The fundraiser for the athletics department next week?"

I paled. "Um, I don't think—"

"Don't you dare try to back out, Elena Gilbert. I know where you live."

A little intimidated, I eyed the phone. "...Right."

"Bring your ridiculously hot boyfriend."

"We broke up." I was never happier to be able to say that.

"What?! And you didn't call me immediately?! Elena! What happened?"

I pursed my lips. "The stuff with Jeremy embarrassed him." And then he got the original model back.

"You cannot be serious. What. A. Jerk!" Caroline huffed. "Come over. We'll eat junk food, watch movies, and trash talk him."

"I can't. I promised Stefan I'd spend the day with him."

Caroline's voice was laden with suspicion. "You're certain Damon didn't break up with you because of how close you are to his brother?"

If Damon and I had been in a real relationship, he would've only seen that as a challenge, not a deal breaker. "Pretty sure." I rubbed my face.

"We are going to talk all about this, Elena," Caroline promised. Or threatened. It was hard to tell.

We said goodbye and hung up. I closed my eyes, hoping to get back to sleep. That hope was dashed after ten minutes passed where I was stuck examining the back of my eyelids.