Damon ignored all of the looks he was getting from the passing students as he waited on the first floor of Height Hall, Bonnie's dorm. He was used to getting this type of attention from women, so it wasn't a big deal. There was a time when he ate shit like this up with a spoon but that was back when he was young and stupid but now at thirty-three being lusted after by practically every woman that laid eyes on him no longer fazed the man.

He'd been waiting for Bonnie for over thirty minutes now, a part of him was thinking that he was being stood up which would be a first.

"Damon?"

The thirty-three year old man was pulled from his thoughts, his eyes going to the small girl walking towards him with a puzzled look on her pretty face. She was dressed in yoga pants and a tank top with her hair pulled up in a messy knot, caring a purple mat rolled up in the crook of her arm.

"Wow, you are really short." Was the first thing that came out of his mouth when she was standing before him.

She was wearing flats and the top of her head barely reached his shoulders.

"Yeah, I know." She said, cocking her head to the side. "What are you doing here?"

Now Damon was the one to look puzzled. "Um, we have a date, remember?"

Bonnie scratched the side of her head. "Yeah I know…tomorrow."

The gorgeous man furrowed his brow. "No…today. Remember, I called and asked if you were free on Thursday and you said yes that your last class ended at five so I should pick you up at seven?"

Bonnie smiled at him while shaking her head in amusement. "You're right and I must say that I'm impressed that you remembered all of that but the only thing is today is not Thursday, Damon. It's Wednesday."

She pointed to the flat screen TV bolted to the wall that displayed upcoming events at the college and at the bottom of the screen was today's date and time.

And Bonnie was right, today was Wednesday.

Damon felt like an idiot. He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. Bonnie bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing.

"Shit. I must look like a total moron." He said, chuckling slightly.

She decided to give him a break. "It was an honest mistake…don't sweat it."

Damon sighed. "Well, I guess I should be going…you probably have things to do."

He was right, she did. She had two chapters to read and make notes for and then type up the last five pages of a paper that was due the next day.

"Since you're already here we can still go out it's just that I need to be back no later than nine."

Damon glanced at the flat screen TV, checking the time. That didn't leave them much room to really do anything.

"Have you eaten yet? We could grab a quick bite somewhere close." He suggested.

Bonnie smiled, nodding her head. "That sounds great, just let me run upstairs really quick and change and I'll be right back."

"Okay." He agreed.

Bonnie was literally in and out of the shower in five minutes and was dressed and downstairs in the next five.

"Ready." She said as she walked up behind him.

Damon turned around, his blue eyes taking her in. The small girl in front of him was dressed casually in pair of jeans but she wore a really nice colorful blouse with a ruffled collar with four inch heels the same color as the orange in her shirt but she left her hair in the messy knot, managing to look well put together though she'd been gone only ten minutes. Impressive.

"Thanks for wearing the heels, you come past my shoulder…now I don't feel like I'm kidnapping you." He teased.

Bonnie laughed. "Oh, so you got jokes …that was very funny… I didn't know you were a comedian."

Damon laughed as he placed his hand on the small of her back as he led her out the door.

They engaged in light conversation as they walked to the parking lot when Bonnie noticed the gorgeous blue Aston Martin a short distance away.

"Oh wow look, it's an Aston Martin. I've never seen one in real life, only in those James Bond movies. Isn't it gorgeous?" She remarked.

Damon didn't say anything as they kept walking but when Bonnie realized that he was leading her to said car her mouth dropped open.

"Wait a minute, this…is yours?" She asked, looking at him.

Damon unlocked the doors. "Yep."

Bonnie didn't move when he opened the door for her. "Seriously?"

Damon leaned against the open door. "Yeah, seriously."

Bonnie's head jerked back slightly. "Wow…and it matches your eyes. Please tell me that was a coincidence, otherwise you are a total girl and I need to reconsider going out with you."

Damon laughed. "Oh so who's the comedian now?"

Bonnie smiled as she got into the car.

"So, where are we going?" Bonnie asked as she sat in the most luxurious car seat ever.

"I don't know…what do you feel like having?" He asked.

Bonnie thought for a moment. "I wouldn't mind some hot wings and fries."

Hot wings and fries?

Damon hadn't had hot wings and fries since…since… damn, since forever.

"Okay, do you know of a good place?" He asked.

"I know the perfect place…turn left at the red light." She instructed.

Fifteen Minutes Later…

"Damn, this is good. I forgot how good these are." He said, biting into the chicken drumette, his fingers sticky with hot sauce.

"I know right. This place has the best wings in Los Angeles." Bonnie said, putting down her drink, an ice tea mixed with lemonade.

"I think I could eat this whole platter by myself."

Bonnie chuckled as she dipped a French fry into her blue cheese. "Are you one of those people who don't eat carbs or is on the Macrobiotic diet or something because you're acting like you've just fallen off the wagon eating these wings?"

Damon laughed, covering his mouth with his fist because he had food in it. "No, I'm not one of those people…I just don't eat stuff like this anymore."

"Why?" She asked.

His wife didn't do hot wings and fries. Rebekah probably didn't even know what a hot wing was.

"It's not healthy."

Bonnie smacked her lips together. "Yeah, if you're like old or something." Pause. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'll be thirty-four in two months."

The young girl's eyes widened. "You're shitty me, seriously?...But you don't look it at all…I thought you were at least twenty five."

"Nope, afraid not. So, how old are you?"

"I'll be twenty in a month."

"So, you're only nineteen." Damon said, putting his napkin down on the table. She was still a teenager.

Part of Damon was expecting Chris Hansen from To Catch a Predator to show up with a film crew any second now.

Bonnie nodded her head.

An awkward silence settled between them.

The petite beauty lowered her green eyes to the table, fiddling with the paper napkin in her hand.

"Sooo, is that going to be a problem for you…my age?"

Silence.

He didn't realize that she was that young.

"I'm afraid so…I'm sorry Bonnie. It's just that…I'm like fourteen years older than you. It doesn't feel right."

Bonnie nodded her head even though she was really disappointed because she really liked him.

"It's okay…I understand. Well…it's getting late and I have to study." She said looking at him.

Damon nodded his head.

"Can you call the waitress over to have the wings wrapped up to go?"

"Yeah, sure." Damon said.

It was ten minutes until nine when Damon pulled up into the campus parking lot. It had gotten dark out.

"Well, thank you for taking me out. I had fun." Bonnie said, looking over at him in the driver's seat.

Damon smiled at her. "I did too Bonnie."

The girl shook her head in regret, sighing. "For the first time in my life I wish I were older. Maybe we can try this again when I'm thirty and you're forty-four."

Damon chuckled. "So what are you saying, that you're going to wait for me?"

Bonnie scoffed. "Please. Me wait for you? No, you're the one who's going to be waiting for me. And you better not let yourself go either in the next ten years because I won't be down for that. So keep things nice and tight for me."

Damon burst out laughing.

"Okay, I'll do that."

Bonnie smiled.

They stared at each other in silence.

Bonnie cleared her throat. "Well, it was nice meeting you Damon Salvatore." She said, holding out her hand for him to shake.

He took hold of it, noticing how his hand completely swallowed hers up. "Likewise, Bonnie Bennett."

Then he surprised her when he bent his head, kissing her hand.

He then let go of her.

"Goodbye." She said softly, opening the car door and getting out.

"Bonnie wait…you're forgetting your hot wings."

Bonnie leaned down so that she could see his face. "No I didn't…those are for you."

She smiled one last time and then shut the car door.

Damon watched her until she disappeared inside of the dorm.

"You know, if you're going to have that sour expression on your face all night then you should go upstairs because it's very rude to our guests." Rebekah scolded.

Damon scoffed as he brought the glass of bourbon to his mouth, taking a large swallow of the brown liquor.

Damon's beautiful blonde wife had been home for a week now and he was already ready for her to leave once again on her next get away to where ever the hell she went because having to endure her presence was like torture to him.

Yes, Damon and Rebekah were married and lived under the same roof but they lived two totally separate lives. Theirs was a marriage of convenience. There was no love between them. It was nothing more than a business arrangement. But even so, the two of them had to keep up appearances for the sake of everyone involved, but lately Damon was finding that harder and harder to do. This sham of a marriage had been going on for five long years now and Damon was starting to feel the walls closing in on him. He was suffocating.

"I'm not in the mood for your mouth, Rebekah. So why don't you run along and leave me the fuck alone…go find Stefan or something because I'm sure he's lurking around here somewhere waiting for you to fuck him."

Rebekah's nostrils flared.

Damon continued unaffected. "You're starting to get sloppy Bex…having your lover under the same roof as your husband. Not a good look, wife…not a good look at all." He said reaching over the bar and grabbing the expensive bottle of bourbon.

"Go fuck yourself Damon. On second thought, why don't you go get fucked maybe then you'll stop looking so miserable."

"Oh sweetie, I didn't know you cared." He said sarcastically.

Rebekah rolled her eyes and after a moment she walked away leaving him to his alcohol.

Damon continued to drink alone at the bar while Rebekah's party carried on around him.

"Oh come with us Bonnie, please…I don't like leaving you behind when we're going to be having so much fun." Caroline said, plopping down on Bonnie's bed and putting her arm around the petite girl's shoulders.

"I don't feel like it Care. I'll go next time." Bonnie said.

"Noo Bonnie, there might not be a next time. Who's to say that this thing with Kol will work out? We got to get while the getting is good."

Kol and Caroline had been going out for close to a month now and though she was having a ball "dating" the young oh so rich twenty-four year old the bubbly blonde wasn't stupid enough to believe that this was going anywhere serious. Kol just didn't seem like the type and Caroline wasn't going to get her hopes up.

"Klaus might be there." Caroline said, trying to entice her friend into going.

Klaus was one of Kol's older brothers who Bonnie had met at the youngest Mikaelson's party at his house in the Hollywood Hills and she thought he was really hot. He had the naturalist red lips she'd ever seen on anyone, male or female.

"So?" Bonnie said, coyly.

Caroline smiled. "You know you like him." She said, nudging her friend's shoulder.

Bonnie smiled. "No I don't." She hedged.

"Yes you do and you know it." Caroline said.

Bonnie sighed giving in. "Fine, but I'm not going because of him!"

Caroline chuckled. "Whatever you say…liar!" She said getting up off the bed.

Bonnie threw her pillow at the blonde girl.

Three hours later Bonnie was glad that she came because she was having a really great time. Rich people really had it good. Just imagine having a Casino night as an actual theme for a party inside your own home…with real games being played betting with real money. How the hell did Kol make this happen? Who set up a Casino in their living room?

Kol Mikaelson that's who.

Kol knowing the girls situation, that they were poor college students, was very generous giving them two hundred dollars each so that they could participate in the fun.

"Come on Bonnie, let's try our hand at the Blackjack table." Elena said, dragging her small friend across the room to said table.

Ten minutes later, all of Elena's money was gone but Bonnie was fifty dollars richer so she stopped while she was ahead, walking away from the table a winner.

"Are you having a good time?"

Bonnie turned around.

Klaus.

"Hi, I didn't think you were coming." Bonnie said.

Klaus raised his brow. "Oh so you were thinking about me, how nice."

Bonnie made a face, causing Klaus to laugh.

"I've never meant a guy with such a big ego."

"It's not the only thing big about me." He boasted.

"Seriously?" Bonnie said rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"Okay, I'm sorry…I'll stop."

"Thank you." Bonnie said.

"Why don't you come be my good luck charm while I play a game of craps. Whatever I win you get half." He said, trying to get back on her good side.

Bonnie Bennett was not fool. "Deal."

Klaus chuckled, throwing his arm around her delicate shoulders as they went off to the craps table.

Thirty minutes later the entire party was surrounding the craps table as Klaus was making a killing. It seemed that Bonnie was indeed his good luck charm, making her blow on the dice each time he threw them. Bonnie was having such a good time and was so into the game that she didn't see when Damon showed up.

"Come on sweetheart, blow that sweet breath of yours on these dice for the last time and you will be walking away from this table with five grand."

Bonnie's heart was pounding so hard inside her chest. She couldn't believe that this was happening. If Klaus won then she could go on a shopping spree and actually keep the clothes!

The caramel skinned beauty closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and then blew on the dice. Klaus winked at her when she opened her eyes and then he let the dice rip.

Everyone screamed out loud at the same time when Klaus won.

He grabbed Bonnie picking her up and she hugged his neck so tightly. The young college student couldn't believe that she'd just won five thousand dollars.

When Klaus finally placed Bonnie on her feet, he leaned down and kissed her…on the lips.

To say that Bonnie was shocked was an understatement.

"You taste good." He said once he pulled away.

They stared at each other, oblivious to the crowd of people around them still cheering.

"Hi." Bonnie said somewhat surprised at seeing him there.

"Hello." Damon said.

Bonnie's stomach fluttered at the sight of him. The snug black V-neck t-shirt he wore hugged his biceps, distracting her.

"I didn't know you were here." She said, clearing her throat.

"Yeah, I just got here a little while ago."

"Oh."

Silence.

"So how have you been?" She asked to fill the awkward silence.

"Good, good. I've been good."

Bonnie nodded her head. "Good."

"So congratulations…I saw you and Klaus win at craps…you must be on cloud nine right now?"

Bonnie smiled. "I am…I honestly don't know what to do with myself."

Her admission caused him to smile.

She really was a sweet girl. And that thought made the smile on his face disappear because Klaus was the last person a nice girl like Bonnie needed to get mixed up with.

"Don't you think Klaus is a little too old for you?" Damon asked without thinking.

"Excuse me?"

"He's a year younger than I am, but still way too old for you."

Was he serious?

"What is this?" she asked.

"What? I'm just saying that the guy is too old for you. You need to date someone your age or close to it."

"Are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah. I am."

"I don't believe this." Bonnie said, running a hand through her curly hair.

"You don't believe what?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"Your fucking audacity, that's what."

"Excuse me, I'm trying to be a good guy here. I know Klaus and trust me you don't want to get mixed up with him, Bonnie. You're getting in way over your head with this."

He said the wrong thing.

Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest. The classic defensive posture. "Okay, you need to stop right there. I am not some little girl that needs to be protected. I am a grown woman and I know what I'm doing."

Damon scoffed. "You're a fucking kid, Bonnie and Klaus is not the guy you think he is!"

"Why do you even care…you barely even know me! You didn't want to get to know me, remember? You wrote me off as soon as you found out how old I was!"

Damon sighed. "Look Bonnie, you're a sweet girl and I just don't want anything bad happening to you, alright."

Bonnie had had enough. "Goodbye Damon" She said, walking away.

Damon ran a frustrated hand through his black hair. "Bonnie wait!"

"No I said goodbye!"

Ten minutes later Klaus found a still fuming Bonnie and coaxed her into taking a walk with him outside. It had long since gotten dark and in the back of Kol's house was a small pathway that led to a gazebo and Klaus and Bonnie ended up sitting inside.

"Did you have fun tonight?" He asked.

"Yes I did, thanks to you. I still can't believe we won." She said, her anger with Damon receding to the back of her mind.

"Believe it sweetheart."

Bonnie smiled.

It was a little cool outside and Bonnie lightly rubbed her arms.

"You cold?" he asked.

"Yeah, just a little bit."

"Well then let me warm you up." He said, reaching up to touch her face as he leaned in to kiss her.

Bonnie's eyes closed. Klaus' lips were surprisingly soft and she was enjoying it but when his hand began to slid between her legs, she pulled away, grabbing ahold of his hand and moving it from between her legs.

"Whoa, slow down. We don't even know each other that well."

Klaus smiled. "I know enough. I know that you're in college." He said peppering her face with light, sweet kisses. "And you are very best friends with Caroline and Elena." Bonnie smiled as he continued to kiss her gently. "I know that you are very girlie and you like to look pretty." Bonnie laughed. "And I also know that you sort of fancy me, right?"

Bonnie smiled. "Right." She said softly.

Klaus' mouth moved again once more on hers, kissing the small girl more deeply, causing her to moan.

"You taste so sweet." He said.

Bonnie licked her lips. "So do you."

Klaus smiled.

Bonnie leaned forward, kissing him and this signaled to Klaus' brain that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her and he became aggressive, kissing her harder, his hand grabbing her breast.

Bonnie tried to break away from him by pushing against his chest.

"No…stop…no Klaus, I said stop."

Klaus pulled back. "Stop pretending like you don't want this." He said, capturing her lips once again, moving his hand between her legs.

Bonnie tried to push him away, but he wouldn't stop so she bit down hard on his lip, hurting him.

"Why you little bitch." He yelled out, slapping her.

Klaus pushed the small girl down on the bench, grabbing at her dress and tearing it open.

"No!" Bonnie screamed when she realized what he was intending to do.

Bonnie couldn't believe that this was happening to her.

She began to fight him, but he easily overpowered her.

"Oh God please…NO…please don't…Klaus please don't do this!"

"You'll like it I promise." He said ripping off her panties.

"NO!" She screamed in terror.

Klaus reached down, fumbling with the zipper of his pants but before he could get his dick out he was being pulled off of the struggling girl.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! She said NO!" Damon yelled, punching Klaus in his face. Klaus had never been in a fight in his life so he didn't know how to take a punch, falling to the ground like a chump.

Damon kicked him in the ribs and Klaus curled up into a ball trying to protect himself from the blows.

'"Not so tough now are you, Klaus?! No you're only tough when it comes to someone much weaker than you, isn't that right you pathetic bastard?!"

All the while Damon was beating Klaus' ass and making him pay for what he did to Bonnie, she was trying to cover herself the best she could with shaky hands as tears streamed down her face, her only thought being to get out of there.

And seeing the sudden movement from the corner of his eye was the only thing that saved Klaus from getting his head kicked in as Damon went after Bonnie.

She screamed in terror when he caught hold of her and she began to fight him.

"Bonnie…Bonnie stop…I'm not going to hurt you…I'm not going to hurt you!" He said trying to get through to her.

"No! Get away from me!...Get away from me!" She screamed.

Damon didn't know what to do so he just held Bonnie in his arms trying to comfort her even though she struggled against him but after a while she stopped, collapsing against him, sobbing."

"Shhh, it's okay…no one is going to hurt you. I got you, Bonnie. I got you."