Jeremy hated the way he held her. He hated Damon's eyes trailing the back of her neck; daggers across her skin, full of inevitable danger. That's what Damon was, he was tragedy and hurt and a broken heart. Yet Jeremy could also see the temptaion in Bonnie's eyes, the way her lips curled at the intrigue. After all, Jeremy would know, he knew every inch of her face by heart, every move she made was recorded and stored in his memory.
He had agreed to let her go, Damon had requested a dance with Bonnie and he had consented. He didn't want to become the jealous boyfriend type; the one with a permanent black eye from bar brawls and a girlfriend who secretly despised them. And even if that was him, he didn't want Bonnie to know it.
Jeremy didn't want to believe that Bonnie would every stray. She was true and kind, her heart was pure and he didn't know how, but when she looked at him with those green, electric eyes, he knew it was forever.
Still, as he watched Damon's crawling hands slide across Bonnie's waist and their eyes shower glitter across one another, he felt it. What could he give her? His looks were awkward, non commitall, he wasn't ugly but when he had been made there had been something missing, a lost ingredient. His humour was immature and half hearted, compared to Damon he could be anything between three and five years old. His eyes didnt gleam as much as Damon's blue. His hair didn't stay in place like Damon's and he failed to say the right things. What could he give Bonnie in the long run? She was complicated, involved in supernatural fancies that he would never be a part of. Soon, she would realise this, and forever wouldn't be so definitive.
Things would end somehow. Whether Bonnie offered up her life as a sacrifice or upgraded him for someone older and stronger, it would end somehow. As they danced, their hands fit together like gloves, comforting, assuring and Jeremy wondered how she felt, if Bonnie wanted Damon, if the feel of his skin made her feel a sensation she had never experienced before. Whether she loved him, whether she wanted to have sex with him right there on the dancefloor. He felt physically sick, threw his cup to the ground and strode away from Elena in search for the men's room.