Bonnie
Here I was, dressed in peacock feathers and emeralds, looking like the princess I had longed to be ever since I was a little girl, and all he could look at was her. I'm sick of being a wallflower! I'm sick of being treated like a baby when really, I hold the most Power of our group (aside from the vampires of course) and I could probably take most of them, well with the exception of Meredith, who had the equivalents of black belts in every martial art she knew, but I knew I could take her, any day. But she always had 'one of her boys' around. Either Stefan or Damon would protect her against anything. Even me. Nonetheless, I had to try. I threw my Power at Elena in her pretty white dress, knocking her to the floor. Everyone looked surprised, but only one person knew where the blast of Power had come from. Damon. He looked at me with those unfathomable black-on-black eyes that said 'What have you done?' Elena got up slowly and looked around the room, then straight at Damon and said "Damon, what the hell was that? All of a sudden a huge blast of Power knocked me over! If I hadn't landed on my hand, I'm sure I would've cracked a rib or something. And imagine that! I could have punctured a lung! I could've died!" Damon didn't answer; he was already talking to me telepathically, asking me why did you do it? Are you okay? And are you possessed? I answered only by showing him my thoughts from before I attacked Elena. He looked surprised but pitiful and said to the others "I'm going to take Bonnie to the next room and see if she can trance and tell us more about the blast of Power." Then he started to drag me out of the room, but Meredith interrupted him. "But Damon, can't you just track the source of the Power, you know Bonnie hates going into trances." She said quizzically. Damon looked lost so I reassured my best friend "Don't worry Merry; I couldn't trace the Power when it happened so I doubt Damon could either. But maybe a trance will help tell us more." I smiled at her and followed Damon to the next room, which happened to be my room.
"Look Damon, you know that I'm not possessed and that I just tried to hurt Elena because I was jealous, so what are you going to do to me? Snap my neck? Make it look like it happened during the trance? That's probably your best option; otherwise Meredith will start asking questions." I waited for his response, whether it be killing me or just talking. But he did neither of those things. He hugged me. For some reason, this made me cry. So I sobbed on Damon's silk shirt while he held me and murmured things in my ear, things I couldn't really hear. Until he said it louder. "Sorry, I'm so sorry Bonnie." I pushed him away and looked at him in disbelief. Damon never apologized. To anyone. Ever. So why was he doing so now? To me? For something that he should not be apologizing for? "Why are you apologizing Damon? I don't understand." He looked at me as if it was obvious. "Bonnie, I'm sorry for not noticing you, or pretending I don't anyway. I always complement Elena and I always try to avoid Meredith but I never even talk to you. It's just because try not to show that I care about people. But I care about you Bonnie. And I'm sorry if I haven't been showing that lately." I was shocked. Damon cared about me. I knew it wasn't the best thing to do at that moment, but I had to show him how I felt about him. So I kissed him. I kissed Damon Salvatore. And he kissed back! Oh My God. This was really happening. We finally pulled away and Damon looked at me, ran his fingers through his dark hair and spoke to me as if he couldn't quit efigure out what to say. "Bonnie … I can't … I can't … kiss you … You can't kiss … me … like that … ever again … again, okay?" I nodded, trying to hold back tears of rejection. Damon saw me about to cry , but only walked away. That hurt.