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It was hard to catch Bonnie Bennett's attention.

She paid no mind to the flocks of girls in her neighborhood who gossiped about the hottest music star with whom they stood no chance. She didn't care for school dances or promises of peer inclusion. Honestly, she preferred thirty rounds with a kangaroo to anything she'd read on Twitter and to be forced to socialize with girls between the ages of fourteen and twenty-one was akin to doing hard labor.

She was an oddity and she was okay with that because normal was hugely overrated. Bonnie had no concern in selling herself out so that she could sit at the cool table during lunch. High school was a fleeting period and she for one was not going to drink the kool-aid of teenaged competence.

The boys her age had long ago abandoned any notion of achieving her interest. Reaching the high of her pedestal was so unfeasible that it was almost legendary to anyone who even attempted.

And this was a problematic for one Damon Salvatore.

Used to getting the even the most petty of desires, Damon found Bonnie's insouciance of him unfathomable. He'd yet to run into a woman that was unyielding to the level of his smoldering stare. No girl could withstand a flash of his white teeth and show of adorable dimples. He was sex reinvented, and to be over looked as if he were day old cabbage was an insult to sexiness everywhere.

Damon, however, could admit that Bonnie's indifference of him spurred on his pursuit of her. He was never one to pass up a challenge and this particular challenge, if achieved, would make him a living God. He'd be the stuff legends were made of, to be worshiped for years to come.

There was no way he could let Bonnie continue to ignore him without, in good faith, showing her the error of her ways; an injustice to deny her the chance to experience him–-in his entirety. Damon was many things but cruel was not one of them.

Shitty motivations aside, Damon did find Bonnie worthy of his time. She was beautiful, intelligent, sexy, and mature beyond measure. She represented something pure and good that he was just itching to defile and corrupt. Bonnie was what Damon aspired to have when thinking of a girlfriend.

Too bad she thought he was scum. Pity how fate dealt its cards.

Minor setback, Damon thought as he tracked Bonnie's slender frame as she navigated through the halls of Robert E. Lee high school, no doubt making sure she was on time for whatever class she had next.

His cheek lifted as he decided to brighten her day. Or darken it, depending on who you asked.

"Bonnie!"

The girl in question only hesitated for a moment before she recognized the voice and continued her stride. Damon rolled his eyes before pulling up beside her with his smirk in full panty-melting mode.

"Why the rush, Little Ben? Building on fire?"

Tossing chestnut waves over a slender shoulder Bonnie spared her company a spring colored stare. "Damon, right?"

His eyes narrowed. "That's it, though it sounds much more obscene rolling off your pretty lips."

She snorts and Damon can't believe that even that is sexy being done by her. "Something I can help you with?"

"Where to start?" He crooned.

"How about with the point?"

"Ohh fiesty," Damon crooned while taking in her tight pink Henley, dark wash skinny jeans and brown riding boots. She really had a remarkable body that not even her modesty could disguise. The images he fantasized to lie beneath that unremarkable fashion was enough to make him want to retired to the nearest bathroom and choke the chicken until sated.

Bonnie surprisingly stopped at her locked, screwing in her combination before opening her metal cupboard.

"I like it." Damon finished while leaning against a neighboring locker.

"Spare me."

"Go out with me." He blurts out as if he had been wooing her for weeks.

There was a few moments where Bonnie stilled, looking at the boy next to her to give him a chance to save face. She hated to break it to the kid but Bonnie did not date boys and Damon was a boy in every sense of the word to her. He lacked maturity and he chased skirts like a dog chased cats and the analogy was not lost to her. She could appreciate his handsome face but she wasn't interested in a shallow love. Damon could offer her nothing but deep regret.

Damon stared back at the woman that had held him captive for the past three years and saw nothing but incredulity meeting his gaze. She took him as a joke. She always had.

Bonnie slammed her locker shut and turned to face him head on. She didn't beat around the bush, it was another reason for Damon to admire her. She was bamf.

"No," And Damon was sure she went on to repeat that sentiment in five different languages.

As the girl walked away from him, the only thing he could think was:

Game on, Bennett!

Author's note

I've been reading a lot of Twilight and TVD high school fanfiction. I thought I could throw in my two cents as it applies to Bamon.

Reviews are welcome!