I don't own VD. Nor do I HAVE VD. And yes I know it's bad of me to upload a story when the others are not even NEARLY done but I couldn't help myself. I'M SORRY PEOPLE!

The first time Damon Salvatore asked Jenna Sommers out, she slapped him.

"OW!" He caressed his cheek. "What was that for?" Jenna raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"You asked if I'd go out with you so you can win a bet with your friends. And NOW you ask me why I slapped you." She glared at him. "I HATE you."

"Huh?" Damon frowned and leaned on the lockers. "Why? I haven't done anything to you. Or at least I don't think." Jenna blinked.

"You really don't remember?"

"No I don't." She sighed and shut her locker.

"Then maybe it's better that way." And with that she walked away from the hottest boy in school.

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The second time Damon Salvatore asked Jenna Sommers out, she vomited on him.

"That is disgusting." He looked up at the darkening sky and sighed. "And so not an appropriate response to this hot body." Jenna panted and straightened up leaning on the fellow tree.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Damon looked at the girl. She looked very pale and sweaty.

"Hey you okay?" Jenna nodded. Damon slowly took his shirt of and threw it into his back pack. "Okay, you need to get home and we should go fast because A, it's cold. B, you look like you're going to pass out any second now. And C, my shirt and my bag need to get into a washing machine soon."

"Umm...Okay." And with that Damon walked sick Jenna home.

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The third time Damon Salvatore asked Jenna Sommers out, she hit him with his car.

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET INTO MY CAR?" He screamed when he was on the ground rubbing his legs. Jenna got out of the car, leaned on the hood and smirked at Damon.

"My ex taught me a few tricks." Damon blinked and whilst grumbling, he stood up.

"Why are you so mean to me? I'm cool!"

"Dude, I just hit you with your OWN car. Your cool meter has gone way bellow Clinton's." Damon blinked.

"O...kay. But still why don't you want to go out with me?"

"Because you took my virginity you asshole and then you called me Monica!" And with that Jenna Sommers stormed away leaving Damon Salvatore flabbergasted.

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The fourth time Damon Salvatore asked Jenna Sommers out was three months after the third time.

"So what do you say?" Damon smiled charmingly at the girl who looked at him annoyed.

"I'm pregnant."

"What?" Damon's colour dropped from his face.

"Yeah." She waved four sticks in front of his face. "And guess who's the daddy, moron." And with that she walked away leaving him speechless.

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The fifth time Damon Salvatore asked Jenna Sommers out, she was in labour and she hit him in the crotch.

"OW! MY GOD THAT IS UNBELIVABLE PAIN! I WILL BE NEVER ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU EVIL WOMAN!" He screamed. Jenna tightened her grip around his hand.

"WELL THAT IS PERFECT CONSIDERING THE KIND OF PAIN I AM GOING THROUGH RIGHT NOW YOU SON OF A BITCH WHO DID THIS TO ME!" And with that a Jeremy Salvatore was born to two sixteen year olds. Whose parents were waiting outside with bats ready to beat them up for being idiots for having sex without protection.

After the fifth time Damon didn't ask Jenna out for a very long time. Not until their wedding day when he worked it into his vows.

"You're kidding right?" Jenna asked. Jeremy was bouncing excitedly next to his grandparents. Damon smirked.

"No. I am completely serious. Wanna go out with me?" He grinned.

"I said I will marry you not that I will go out with you."

"Oh come on Jenna! We're already in front of a minister so why don't we make our honeymoon also our first official date?" There was an awkward silence in the church.

"Do you want me to say 'I don't' Damon?"

"No!" Damon's mother screamed. "Just get married already!"

And that's how Jenna Sommers ended up...well Jenna Sommers because she would not take on Damon's last name.

"What's wrong with my last name?"

"It's stupid."

"Jeremy has my last name."

"He'll grow up to be a genius like Stefan."

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"You know Jenna, words hurt!"

"GOOD, MONICA!"