Cara's POV

I continue to look at the telly in front of me like I have for the past couple minutes, failing to distract myself with the rerun episode of friends. I turn my head to the clock hung on the wall for what seems like the thousand time tonight and grow even more anxious when I see the time. 1:23. It has been over 3 hours since Lana left, and with each hour comes more worry and anxiety. What could she possibly be doing? Where is she? Did something happen to her? I shake the thought from my head and pick up my phone from the small table beside the couch, beginning to dial the number burned into the back of my head.

"Hello?" his voice is strained.

"Stefan?" Its silent for a few moments before I hear movement on the other end of the line.

"Cara? What's going on? Is something wrong?" his voice is more clear now, and I relax at the sound of it.

"Nothing." I lie. "I just thought I'd call you." I say.

"Oh."

"I miss you." I confess, getting up off the couch and walking over to the patio. I hear him chuckle lightly.

"I miss you too."

We talk on the phone for over 30 minutes until I realize just how late it is and how early he has to get up for work. He tells me how it is alright, that we can keep on talking but that is just Stefan being Stefan. He will be tired when he wakes and that will be my fault; I cant rob him of his sleep for my selfish reasons. He gives in after a while and we say our goodbyes, even though I really don't want to. I hang up the phone and see the time, immediately feeling the way I was before I called Stefan.

Checking the time once again I begin to lose hope that Lana will return tonight and walk back into the room. I make my way towards the bathroom and begin stripping off all my clothing on my way there. I start the water once I reach the bath and wait for it to get warm, already done with today.

The second the water hits my body I feel the anger, frustration and anxiety from waiting up for Lana beginning to disappear. I focus more on the feel of the warm water hitting my body and run my fingers through my hair as I breath in slow, calming breathes. God, I needed this.

I hear a door close then and I open my eyes, turning my head instinctively. Relief goes through my body but is quickly drowned in the anger beginning to bubble up in my chest. If she thinks that she will just walk in here and I will welcome her with open arms- like nothing happened. Like she didnt walk out of this suite like a mad woman when we could have just- no. She is wrong. So wrong. I turn my head and close my eyes once again, letting the water run down from the top to the bottom of my body.

After a few minutes I begin to wash my body and hair, taking my time as I begin to think of Lana and how much I do not want to face her. I understood her being upset about Jack kissing me, I did. But she did not have to treat me like I enjoyed it, or kissed him back for that matter. It was just- argh.

I turn off the water and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying myself off a bit before wrapping the towel around my body. I look at myself in the mirror and see that my eyes are still a little puffy from the crying earlier, great.

I walk out of the bathroom not knowing what to expect, not knowing what I am going to say, where she can be. I decide on just walking to the bedroom where we slept last night and stop in my tracks when I see her there, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She doesn't seem to notice my presence at first, but once I begin to walk over to the drawer to get some clothes to sleep in I see her head move up in my direction. I try my best to ignore her.

"Cara." she gets up off the bed, walking in my direction. I stay quite and continue to walk to the drawer.

"Cara." she calls out again, louder this time. When I don't answer she gets in front of me and I try to walk around her, failing as she simply just gets in front of me. "Cara answer me."

"What do you want?" I snap. Her eyes widen in surprise and I begin to feel bad for raising my voice but realize I have every right to. She brought this on herself.

"What's with you?" she asks, causing my to laugh.

"You cant be serious." I look at her. "Where were you, Lana? Hm? You left without telling so much as to where you were going- and were gone for over 3 hours. 3 hours Lana. Do you know how worried I was? I couldn't even call or text you because I don't have your number! You just left like a mad woman!"

"This is your fault to begin with!" she yells back. I feel my eyes grow wide.

"My fault?" I ask. "My fault?!"

"Yes, your fault. I told you we shouldn't go. To stay away from Jack. But nooo." she boasts. "You just had to go."

"Get out of my way, Lana." she stays where she is. I try to move around her but she just steps in front of me, again.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you." she accuses.

"What?"

"You liked that he kissed you."

"Are you hearing yourself? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?" she doesn't say anything this time, she only stays quite. "I want you. You. No one else. But you're too busy being jealous and acting ridiculous to realize that."

I finally manage to make my way around her and walk over to the drawer. I secure the towel I forgot I had on around my body and grab some of the clothes I put in here from my luggage earlier. I hear Lana walk beside me and I close the drawer as I grab one of my shirts.

"You aren't going to sleep in my shirt?" I hear her ask, her voice so low it could pass as a whisper. I look over at her and see her expression hurt, worried even. Looking down at the clothes in my hand, I set them down on top of the drawer and drop the towel around my body, letting it pool at my feet. I walk to the end of the bed and pick up the sleeping shirt from where I left it earlier in the day, pulling it over my head slowly.

Once I have it on I decide to make my way up the bed. Wanting to sleep and not argue with Lana anymore. It seems to be all we do lately. I pull the sheets over my body and snuggle into the bed, sighing at the relaxation. I hear things move and then the side of the bed move. I know she right beside me, but I cant bring myself to acknowledge it.

I feel her move closer to me and I hate myself for not pulling away when she wraps her arm around my body. For not telling her to not touch me, that I don't want to be near her right now. But that would be a lie. If I didn't want those things, I wouldn't be here right now.

"I'm sorry." she speaks up, surprising me. "I shouldn't have acted like it was you who kissed him."

I turn around then to face her. Her face is filled with remorse.

"How could you think I enjoyed that? That I want him, or anyone else for that matter. I want you, Lana."

"I know, I know." she answers. "I'm sorry."

"So are we okay now?" she asks after a few moments of silence. I nod. She smiles lightly and I lean in to kiss her. I pull away and rest my head on her chest, just like I did that first night. We stay silent for a while before I let the laugh I have been holding in escape.

"What's so funny?" she asks. I feel her move a bit and know she is trying to get a look at my face.

"I could get use to you apologizing." she plops her head back down on the pillow and I know she is rolling her eyes.

"Well don't get too use to it." She teases and I let another laugh escape.