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*The Phone Call*

Bonnie POV:

While changing my clothes in the bathroom connected to my bedroom, I couldn't help but think about the dream. Why would Damon show me that dream? Was he just messing with me or was he being serious?

Damon had to know that I would figure out that he put that dream in my head.

I slipped my lavender purple tank top on over my black sports bra, then paused, how am I supposed to act when I see him?

Slipping on my favorite pair of Abercrombie short shorts, I prayed that he would not show up. Unfortunately, this was Damon I was talking about, and he would never miss the opportunity to mess with Elena… or me.

I checked my hair in the mirror and was surprised to see that I was having an okay hair day. I teased it, sprayed it, and I was done. Going back into my room, I placed my cell phone in my pocket, and put on my black converse.

I heard Elena's voice at the bottom of the stairs, "Bonnie, hurry up! I am hungry!"

"I'm coming!"

I checked my hair one last time in the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Peeking out the hallway, I saw no one, so I took a deep breath.

The stairs were right in front of my feet, I placed my foot on the first step, and a loud squeak sounded through the hallway. Crap.

"Is it walk like a ninja day, Bonnie?" I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

I spun around quickly, my heart beating fast, "No, why?"

He was dressed in his usual, sexy black attire leaning against the wall.

Sexy?

"Oh really?" he asked moving closer to me.

I took a step down the stairs, "Um, well I have to go… Elena is waiting for breakfast."

"Sounds like you are avoiding me… any reason why?" He was right in front of me. His eyes skeptical.

Before I could conjure up a reasonable answer, Matt's ringtone on my phone, "Cry Little Sister" began playing.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I flipped open my phone, "Hey Matt! What's up?"

Damon growled. I waved, and began walking down the stairs toward the kitchen.

"B, I need your help with this essay I have to write."

I walked into the kitchen and sat down with a plate full of pancakes and fruit, "What about?"

There was an awkward pause, "I swear my history teacher is making me write this… It's about the Salem witch trials."

I dropped the strawberry I was eating, Elena and Stefan gave me weird looks. It seems weird to make a big deal about that, but being a witch makes this a touchy topic, "Why do you need my help with it, you have internet and your history book."

"Yeah, I know, but you know the story backwards and forwards."

The boy was right, after I found out that I was a witch, I read books and journals all about the Salem witch trials.

I sighed, he needed me.

"Thanks so much, B."

"No problem, I'll be right over," I wasn't very hungry anymore, and I had to admit kind of excited to share all this information with someone…. Even if it was only Matt.

Matt hung up.

"What was that about?" Elena asked.

"Matt needs my help with a report on the Salem witch trials."

"Ooh, sounds like he wants to spend some time with you," she inquired waggling her eyebrows.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, "It's not like that… and besides, he is like an older brother to me."

I heard a humorless laugh behind me, "Doesn't sound that way to me."

"Well," I said trying not to turn around and look at him. "That is how it is for me. Now if you'll excuse me, sorry about not eating."

"It's fine," Stefan smiled. "Go have fun."

I couldn't help but think of how Stefan sounded like my father, "I'll be home later, bye!"

I walked past Damon into the library, and began searching for the journals I had brought with me.

After finding them, I placed them in my messenger bag, and slung it over my shoulder. I turned to walk out the door when I slammed into a rock-hard body.

I stumbled a little, and then locked eyes with Damon.

"Need a ride?" he flashed me his toothy smile.

I thought for a moment, Damon and I… alone in his car, "No, that's fine. It's a beautiful day, and Matt's house is only a ten minute walk from here."

He growled, "I was trying to be nice."

"And I thank you for that, but could you please move?"

He glared at me for a moment before stepping off.

I walked out the door, and quietly shut it behind me.

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