Damon watched her from across the room. He didn't know what it was about her that got him so riled up. She was quiet, didn't participate unless she was called on, but she held some strange allure for him. Bonnie Bennett was an enigma. And he planned to figure her out.

The bell rang, signaling class to be over. Bonnie began to pack up her things and began to head for the door. He ran to catch her before she got too far. "Hey Bonnie! Wait up for a second!" He stopped in front of her with a smirk.

Bonnie held her notebook tight to her chest and warily looked up at Damon Salvatore.

"What do you want Damon?"

He smirked down at her. "Come on Bonnie. Don't be so mean. I just wanna talk, okay?"

"Yeah, well, don't pretend like we're friends. We both know I don't like you, so just tell me what you want and then leave me alone."

With that, Damon leaned in a little, smiling as he watched her lean away from him. He liked making her uncomfortable. "I just wanted to tell you…" he leaned in and rubbed his nose against cheek. Bonnie stood paralyzed.

"Your shoe's untied." Bonnie looked down and noticed that her shoe was indeed untied.

"Ugh! You didn't have to rub your creepy face on me to tell me that." She noticed that Damon was still in her personal space and asked him to get out of it.

"Whatever you want Bennett, and I do mean, whatever you want ." He smirked and slowly leaned away from her, strutting down the hallway.

"Ugh, what an ass." Bonnie bent to tie her shoe and heard her friend calling her name.

She watched Damon strut up to her friend Caroline and peck her on the lips before continuing down the hallway. Caroline looked after him with a sweet smile on her face and then headed towards Bonnie.

"Hey Bonnie!" Caroline flounced up to her wearing her usual sunny smile. "We're meeting at my house tonight to figure out how we're going to prepare for this year's dances."

Caroline walked Bonnie to her locker, chattering on in that endearing way that only Caroline could.

Bonnie really wasn't in the mood for party planning, because she knew that said planning would include having to be in the presence of the bane of her existence, but she knew that Caroline wouldn't let up until she gave in. "What time should I be there?" Bonnie said with a smile as she opened her locker and got ready to go home.

"Come around 6. Ooh! And bring your game face because everything has to be perfect. I only have this year and next year to leave my legacy and I refuse to have my name associated with anything tacky!" And with one last smile, Caroline bounced away.

Bonnie shook her head, smiling to herself about Caroline's antics. She didn't really approve of Damon dating Caroline, but as long as he treated Caroline well, then he could continue making her best friend happy. She walked to her car and got in, wondering how she was going to handle being around the gang when she knew that Damon would show up just to annoy everyone because he never actually helped with anything. He just made smart ass comments and fiddled with Caroline's hair and nibbled on her neck, making everyone in the room slightly uncomfortable with the displays of affection.

Bonnie drove to her house and laid down on her stomach on her bed, wanting to relax for a bit before she headed over to Caroline's. She folded her hands and placed her head on them. As she started reflecting on her day, thoughts of her Grams reared their ugly heads. And then she started crying as she thought of the times where her Grams would give her advice about things, would hug her and stroke her hair, murmuring about how things would work out just fine and that being a teenager was hard but it wouldn't last forever.

Her Grams had passed away a year ago and she still missed her like crazy. Her dad was never around and he was never close to his mother, so she didn't really have anyone to talk to about the grief she still felt about her grandmother's death. Most of the time, she was generally pleased with her boring small town life in Mystic Falls, and threw herself into the mundane life that was all she knew. But sometimes, the grief snuck up on her, stealing her breath and it was all she could do to go on with her day.

Bonnie walked into Caroline's house, with a small smile on her face. She heard laughter from the living room and walked into it, saying greetings to everyone in the room. Elena was sitting in an easy chair, talking to Matt about the upcoming football game and Matt was busy trying to sound as impressive as possible. Tyler was standing off to the side, texting with a smirk on his face. And Damon was standing behind Caroline with his arms wrapped around her waist, murmuring in her ear.

"Damon, stop! We have to plan this year's dances, you know how important this is to me! And I can't focus with you nibbling on me. " Caroline said in that girlish whine that was uniquely Caroline. It was then that she noticed Bonnie standing near the entryway. "Oh hey, Bonnie!" She pulled herself out of Damon's arms and addressed the room. "Okay guys, let's get started. I need to know who's gonna be handling what for each dance. Now for this year's decade dance I was thinking the 50s, because I would look great as Jackie O…"

Bonnie started to tune out Caroline as she looked at her friends. Elena was gorgeous and had Matt trying to impress her, as always. Tyler was busy trying to mack on some girl through text message, like always. And Caroline was Caroline, bright, bubbly and neurotic as all hell. Bonnie wondered how someone could be as adorable and yet as annoying as Caroline. It was definitely a talent.

And then Bonnie made eye contact with Damon. He was giving her this look that made her uncomfortable, like he was imagining doing naughty things to her. She raised her eyebrow at him, silently asking him what the hell he was doing. He made no move to answer her, so she looked away and focused on Caroline.

"And when we put up decorations, they can't just be there, they have to majestically stick there, or trickle down from the ceiling." When she noticed that the boys weren't paying attention to her, she got a little irritated and screeched at them. "Matt! Tyler! You guys are the ones who will be putting up these decorations, so you need to pay attention. I don't wanna hear any complaining when I make you do it again after you do it wrong."

Tyler, ever the smart ass, inquired "Damon's a guy who can help with the heavy lifting. How come he doesn't have to help out with this stuff?" Matt, although he would never say anything about it because he was a nice guy, was interested in the answer because he was wondering the same thing.

Caroline became a little flustered because she didn't really have an answer. "Well, because Damon has, he doesn't-" Giving up, she turned to her boyfriend and batted her eyes at him. "Damon, sweetie can you help with planning and decorating the dances this year?"

"Why? You know I don't do things like that Caroline." Damon replied with his usual snark.

"Because it's important to me and your help would mean a lot. And I'll make it up to you in very creative ways." Caroline answered with a suggestive tone, and the implied undertones did not escape anyone in that room.

Damon liked the sound of that, so he agreed, if only to ensure that he wouldn't have to hear Caroline's special brand of whining in his ear for the next week about how he wasn't a good boyfriend because he wouldn't put up a few streamers in the gym.

"Okay, so let's get started. I wanna hear ideas about dances and other types of fundraisers for this year. And ideas for senior prank…"

Bonnie halfheartedly listened to Caroline and started drifting off, thinking about her day.

"Bonnie, are you even paying attention to me?" Caroline asked in a huff.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face."

As Bonnie was rinsing out her hands, she opened the door to be faced with the smirking Salvatore.

"Hey there, Bonnie. Need help with anything?" He walked into the bathroom, invading her personal space, forcing her to back up a little.

"No. Excuse me" Bonnie tried to push past him, but couldn't. Frustrated, she asked him to move again and tried to push him out of her way, not realizing that he was staring down at her.

She looked up at him, realizing that he hadn't prepared smart as comment and it was then that she noticed he was staring at her. "What are you staring at?"

"I don't know what it is about you, but you fascinate me."

Bonnie was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with this situation. "Yeah, well, you have a girlfriend who happens to be one of my best friends, so I wouldn't be concerned about how much I fascinate you." She told him in disgust.

"But Bonnie, I need to figure out what it is about you that is making me so crazy. I just need to know…"

As she was trying to figure out how the hell to get away from him without calling everyone's attention to the fact that she was in the bathroom with Damon Salvatore, Damon was steadily crowding her. He sort of stalked around her until they did an awkward circling of each other and Bonnie ended up with her back against the bathroom door.

"Damon, what the hell are you do-"Bonnie was cut off when Damon's lips touched hers. She was shocked into silence when she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. Once the jolt ran through her and she realized that Damon Salvatore had his lips on her she pushed him away and opened her mouth to curse him out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She began in a loud whisper. "If everyone wasn't in this house, I would scream, but since I can't, let me just tell you that whatever the hell that was, can't happen again. Caroline is-"

Damon took advantage of her open mouth and shoved his tongue inside. Involuntarily, he let out a moan, and pressed his body against hers. Bonnie's mind went blank and couldn't help but stroke Damon's tongue with her own, shuddering at how good it felt. He pressed her further against the door, reveling in the feel of her tight little body against his.

Damon smiled a little once he felt Bonnie's hands clutch his shoulders as he deepened their kissing. He slowly opened her thighs until he could fit between them and wrapped them around his waist, rubbing against their core.

The whole time, Bonnie's mind was fuzzy with pleasure and something was niggling at the back of her mind about how wrong this was, but it felt so good.

Damon continued his ministrations, working his length against her center, rubbing harder once he realized that she was involuntarily making these little moan-y noises in the back of her throat. He was so close and judging her increased breathing rate and her pants, so was Bonnie. Just a little more…

"Bonnie, are you okay? You've been in there a long time?" Elena asked worriedly, knocking on the door.

Bonnie cleared her throat, meanwhile saying "oh shit.", over and over in her head. "Yeah, thanks Elena. I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec."

Damon pulled away from her, the look in his eyes asking if she wanted to finish. After hearing Elena walk away, Bonnie pushed her hair back and said "No one can ever know about this. It never should have happened."

"Come on, Bonnie. You're telling me you didn't feel that electricity. You want me and I want you too. We owe it to ourselves to explore it."

"The only thing we owe ourselves is to act as if nothing has happened because if Caroline ever found out, it would break her heart. And I won't do that to her." Bonnie rinsed off her hands,