PROLOGUE - -

God, he really was beautiful, wasn't he? Jenna Michelle Sommers stared down the hall at the crowd of people - or, namely, just one person. Damon Salvatore. She did her best not to be too obvious, but it didn't matter. Not really. Because practically every girl in that hallway was staring at him, too. And why wouldn't they? He was gorgeous. Tall, dark and handsome, with piercing, ice-blue eyes and rock-hard abs that any girl in her right mind would kill to touch -

"Earth to Jenna!" Her best friend, Ashlee Hobbs, waved her hand in front of Jenna's face. Blinking, Jenna turned to face the other girl, shooting one last, longing look down the hallway of Mystic Falls High School. "Admiring him again?"

Jenna sighed. "Doesn't everyone?" She reached into her open locker for her chemistry textbook, tossing a quick glance at the clock. Less than a minute to the bell; and then she could go and stare longingly across the chemistry lab at Damon Salvatore, not paying the slightest bit of attention to balancing chemical formulae (who needed that crap, anyways?).

"Yes. Why wouldn't they?" grinned Ashlee, leaning against the locker next to Jenna's. She met Jenna's blue eyes with her dancing green ones now, running her fingers through her chocolate-coloured curls. "Too bad he's an ass."

Jenna cast another glance at the beauty of the twelfth grade. He was laughing, slamming his locker shut and heading for the chemistry lab. The bell rang; a loud, shrill sound that made a boy down the hall jump and drop a heavy math textbook on his foot. Jenna shut her locker, turning back towards Ashlee again. "But he's ridiculously hot!"

"Do you want to go to the winter formal with me?"

Jenna looked up from her chemistry textbook, startled. The moment she saw who it was, she regretted appearing so jumpy - because it was him. "Wh-what?" she stammered. Great. Just great. She looked - and sounded - like an idiot. What if he took it back?

Damon Salvatore smiled down at her, his sky-coloured irises shining under the fluorescent lights "I said," he repeated slowly, "do you want to go to the winter formal with me?" Okay, so she'd heard him the first time. His voice was all silky-smooth and pretty, just like him...

"Me?" she asked, half-hoping he'd say it again, just so that she could hear his voice. He only nodded. Well, that was god enough for her. He, Damon Salvatore, wanted to go to the winter formal with her! She didn't care why. This was a dream come true, so Jenna just smiled and tried not to sound too eager. "Okay."

Only once he turned away did she allow herself to blush.

"Let me get this straight," said Jenna's much-older sister, Miranda, wrapping a lock of Jenna's auburn hair around the curling iron. "The guy you've had a crush on for six years asked you to go to the winter formal with him?"

"Yes!" cried Jenna excitedly, startling her five-year-old niece, Elena, who was sitting on her lap. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table for the hundredth time. Forty-two minutes, give or take a few seconds, until the formal. "Isn't it amazing?"

Miranda laughed, putting a hand on her little sister's shoulder. "Stop bouncing," she ordered. "You'll ruin your hair."

She was dancing with Damon Salvatore. She was so over-the-moon happy at that particular moment! Jenna wanted to freeze time, to capture the moment so she could remember it forever. She wanted to remember the jealous glares from every other girl in the room. She wanted to remember the feel of his hands on her waist, the way his body, in all its glory, was a mere inch and a half away from her own...

"Why did you ask me to go with you?" asked Jenna. Immediately, she wished she hadn't. Why did she have to go and ruin the moment? Everything had been so perfect. Yet now, Jenna had given him the opportunity to snatch away all that happiness and -

"Because I like you," he said simply. And everything was right again. "I have for a while, actually." And with that, he flashed his beautiful smile at her. It was strange, how just those little words had drawn Jenna in, like a moth to a flame - how she believed him right away. And very suddenly, in front of everybody, Damon Salvatore leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

Author's Note: So I usually refrain from shipping any pairs other than canons. But I had this hilarious dream which will be incorporated into the story, and it's just gonna be epic. Plus, have you seen all of the videos on YouTube that are Jenna/Damon? And for those of you who are firmly Jalaric shippers, Ric will be there. Don't worry. Anyways, that's the prologue. I just wanted to post it and see if you guys think I should continue the story...?