Dear diary || stelena (on hold)

Chapter 6

My eyes flutter open and I take in my surroundings. Sunlight is pooling through the white sik curtains. My breath hitches at the realisation that I must have stayed the night at Tyler's house. I'm in someone else's bed, completely naked...oh God, oh no... with Stefan Salvatore. This is bad, this is worse than bad. My parents are going to kill me if they find out I snuck out. I look for my phone. Lucky for me, it's on the bedside table. I search my mind, trying to figure out what happend last night. How badly did I behave? Will I be able to go back to school, or should I flee the state? I remember playing beer pong and doing jello shots. I rembember dancing. And I remember kissing Stefan. Oh no, why did I do that? I kissed him. He didn't kiss me, I kissed him and he kissed me back. I'm so embarressed. What did I do? I slept with Stefan Salvatore. The guy who has never (or at least not soberly) spoken more than 2 words to me, and those words were either 'hello Elena', 'shut up' or 'no thanks'. I quietly get out of bed and grab my clothes that are scattered across the room. My head feels like it's going to exploded and my stomach feels queasy. So this is what a hangover feels like? After getting dressed slowely, I tip toe to the bedroom door. "Don't worry, we used protection," a very grumpy Stefan says, "you probably don't remember." Oh no, he's the last person I want to talk to right now. "Good." I reply curtly, and walk out the door.

I half walk, half run down the stairs, which wasn't a good idea. I stop in my tracks and start violently throwing up all over the carpet staircase. Ew this is disgusting! Bad job being a houseguest, Elena. I continue walking down the stairs but at a slower pace. To get to the front door I have to walk through the living room. Sitting on the fancy leather couch are Caroline, Tyler and Lexi. "Hey there, you crazy party animal," Lexi laughs softly, "How are you feeling?" I sigh and walk over to them. "I feel like I got hit by a bus. My head hurts and I feel like I'm going to throw up agin. Sorry for your carpet, by the way." Caroline hands me a cup of what I think, and hope, is water. "Here, have a seat," she says and pats the place on the couch beside her. "You're going to need rest and hydrate." I gratefully except the water but don't sit down. " I need to get home before my parents wake up and notice I'm gone," I smile gently, "Thank you for offering though." As I walk towards the front door Lexi calls after me, "Elena, wait! Your shirt is on backwards." I look down and realise she's right. "Oh, oops." I want to change it but I'm too tired to do it right now. I reach the front door and unlock it. "Thank you for inviting me, I'll see you all at school." The moment I say that, Klaus walks past me and out the door. "Come on, love. I'll drive you." he says over his shoulder. I'm so grateful for is offer, I don't think I'd make the walk back home without falling over. Does he call everyone 'love'? Or did I have sex with him too? I follow him to his car and get in. "Thank you," I say with a small smile, while I rest my throbbing head on my hand. "Why did you call me 'love'?" He chuckles at my question. "I call most of my friends that are girls that," he explains in his british accent. "Why did you think I called you that?" I turn my head away embarressed. What would he think of me if I told him I thought we had kissed or had sex? "I, um, I woke up naked in a bed with Stefan and I don't remember how I got there," I explain, "I thought maybe I did something, um, with you too?" I can feel my face slowely turning red. Oh God, this is embarressing. "You can let me out here, the house over there is mine" I say, while pointing out my house.

I debate on going in through the front door instead of climbing back through my window. I weigh my options. If I take the front door I might come face to face with one of my parents. If I climb back up the ivy, I could fall and break my neck, or get seriously injured. I might not even be able to climb back up, I'll probably start throwing up half way to my window. If I come face to face with my parents, I'd have to lie and hope they didn't notice I was gone the entire night. I decide that the ivy is my safest option. That's probably the vodka still talking. I take two steps before I hear someone call my name. I turn my head towards the sound and see my mom standing in the door opening, looking mad as hell. Uh oh.