Being the complete focus of Damon's attention as he just sat there and stared at her not saying anything was a little unnerving.
It was his eyes.
They were penetrating and somewhat intrusive. Almost violating. As if he was forcefully pinning her down...but it was with his gaze, which held so much weight.
Bonnie looked away after a moment, not used to such intensity.
She sat ramrod straight, perched on top of the desk with her legs crossed, knowing that she was in trouble.
A healthy amount of soft looking firm brown thigh showed just below the hem of Bonnie's flirty summer skirt and with any other guy it would have been the perfect distraction, but with Damon not so much.
He seemed to be immune to her. Maybe she just wasn't his type.
Maybe he was only into vanilla looking white girls who dressed like nuns.
The seventeen year old chuckled at the thought.
"So you think this is funny?"
Bonnie scoffed softly, shaking her head as she uncrossed her legs. Her slender fingers gripped the edge of the desk as if bracing herself because she already knew what was coming.
Damon was about to get all parental on her and give her a stern talking to about her mouth and how she shouldn't speak that way.
Bonnie had heard all of this bullshit before and was so over it.
Slowly she turned her head towards Damon and eyed him with an attitude.
She leaned forward. Her tone biting with disrespect as she spoke. "As a matter of fact, I do. I find it very funny...it's fucking hilarious!" She sneered inches from his face.
Bonnie's mother used to warn her about her colorful mouth too.
And she used to always say that one of these days she was going to say the wrong thing to the absolutely wrong person and that her ass would be grass.
Bonnie would roll her eyes and mumble under her breath how her mother sounded like a broke record, always saying the same lame ass shit.
She should have listened.
Because it all happened so fast.
Damon launched to his feet, the roll-away chair careening backwards from the swift motion.
Bonnie gasped.
And before she knew it he was towering over her with his body between her legs and his hand over her mouth.
Her green eyes widened in alarm and she began to pant really hard like she couldn't breathe, though his hand was just below her nose.
Instinctively, Bonnie tried to pull away but Damon pressed his hand harder against her mouth, the action slightly jerking her head backwards causing her legs to slide up and cradle his sides.
Damon's other hand held the back of her head, holding Bonnie in place so she couldn't move and then he spoke.
"I am not your mother...nor am I your sister. You will respect me. Do you understand?"
Bonnie was breathing so hard that her chest was heaving up and down. But she wasn't scared though.
Never had anyone put their hands on her like this.
Touched her without her permission.
Used force against her.
Bonnie found herself completely turned on by the whole situation.
She could feel the strength of his body trapped between her legs. He was nothing but pure muscle. His arms, his legs. She felt it all.
Damon removed his hand.
Pink lip gloss smudged around Bonnie's mouth making her look as though she'd been thoroughly kissed by someone extremely experienced.
"I asked you a question." He glared at her angrily.
Was he a fucking eunuch? Could he not feel her soft warmth pressed against him? How was it possible that he didn't find any of this arousing?
Damn, even the way they were positioned on his desk was sexual.
Bonnie swallowed hard. "You're just now removing your hand from my mouth, Damon. How did you expect me to answer, by using fucking sign language?"
Bonnie didn't even realize that she cussed. It was so much apart of her everyday language that she didn't notice it anymore.
But Damon did and he literally growled in frustration.
"Gawd! How can someone so beautiful have such an ugly mouth?!"
Bonnie inhaled sharply, her eyes widening in shock.
He said she was beautiful.
And all this time, she thought that he didn't notice her.
Bonnie leaned forward, biting her lower lip. Her face so close to his that they were sharing the same breathy air. "You think I'm beautiful, Damon?"
The way she was looking up at him and how she said his name was almost seductive, like a woman.
And that's when the precariousness of the situation hit Damon and he realized the compromising position they were in and how if anyone were to walk into his office it would look really bad.
Like he...like they were...
Damon didn't finish the thought, putting some much needed space between them and taking in a deep cleansing breath and releasing it.
"I think...I think you should probably go up to your room now." He wouldn't look at her as he began straightening up the papers on his desk.
"What?" The look on Bonnie's face clearly confused. "But why, what did I do wrong? I told you that I was sorry for what I said before. I apologized."
Yeah she apologized, but then turned right around and cursed in front of him twice more.
But that was beside the point. Damon just wanted her gone and out of his face.
"Yeah, I know. But I need to get some work done and you're in the way."
Bonnie swallowed hard, her feelings clearly hurt. But he couldn't see that because he had his head down, gathering up his work.
She slid from his desk. "I'm sorry. I didn't know...I'll leave you alone."
Bonnie stood there for a moment more waiting to see if he would look at her or at least say something more, but he didn't.
Her eyes lowered to the floor before she turned away and left.
The rest of the day was spent alone inside of her bedroom and Bonnie hated every single minute of it.
She needed to get out of that fucking house and be around some people.
She felt like the walls were closing in on her.
By one o'clock, Bonnie had had enough.
She'd given Damon more than enough time to finish his work. She wanted to go somewhere, anywhere. Bonnie left her room.
She found him leaning his head back against the chair, staring up at the ceiling as he sat at his desk.
"I need to go to Wal-Mart."
At the sudden interruption, Damon straightened up, his blue eyes snapping to Bonnie, who was leaning her shoulder against the door-frame.
It seemed she spent her morning doing her hair because it was different, no longer pulled back into a neat ponytail.
It now hung down around her shoulders in loose curly waves.
She changed her shoes too, now sporting what looked to be black combat boots.
Otherwise the rest of her was unchanged, still wearing the same loose long sleeve white knit blouse with the black camisole sticking out from beneath it and the colorful mini-skirt that moved every time she walked.
He cleared his throat. "Excuse me?"
Bonnie sighed in annoyance because she knew he heard her.
"Damon, I need you to drive me to Wal-mart. I have to get a few things."
"Like what?!" He snarled.
Damon was in a bad mood because he hadn't gotten a damn thing done all day and it was all because of her and now here she was wanting him to drive her to Wal-mart.
"Like tampons, geez! Why are you being so mean?"
He looked away from her. "Can't you wait until Jenna gets off work?"
"Fine, I'll wait." She turned to leave and Damon visibly relaxed, but then he heard her yell down the hallway.
"I just hope I don't get blood all over your expensive ass furniture because tissue paper isn't that absorbent!"
Damon swore underneath his breath as he stood up to grab his fucking keys.
Damon Salvatore had never stepped a foot inside of a Wal-mart a day in his life and there he was walking beside a seventeen year old girl pushing a cart while she shopped for clothes.
"I thought we were here to get tampons." He gritted through his teeth.
"We are." She said somewhat distracted as she held up a pretty little summer dress.
She pressed the garment to her body. "Do you like this on me?"
Damon didn't say anything, his jaw tense.
"Maybe I should go try it on and make it a little easier for you to see how it looks on me." She suggested.
Damon grabbed the dress from her hand, throwing it into the cart. "It's fine."
Bonnie shrugged it off and they moved on until a cute pair of shorts caught her eyes and she stopped.
Damon felt like choking her.
Had he known this would be some shopping excursion he never would have brought her.
Once done in the clothing section, she dragged him over to the bras and panties and then it was the makeup aisle and after that it was the hair aisle.
It was forty-five minutes later before Damon found himself standing in the midst of the feminine hygiene aisle where he was surrounded by tampons, pads, panty-liners, wipes, powders, sprays and douches.
Damon's head was about to fucking explode.
After a minute or two of Bonnie searching through the brands she found what she needed and grabbed a box of tampons and then decided she needed some pads too and grabbed a pack of those and handed them to Damon.
He looked at Bonnie like she'd lost her damn mind and he slapped the items out of her hand as if they were something harmful and they fell to the floor.
"Why are you giving them to me?" He screeched.
Bonnie couldn't help it, she laughed.
She scooped up the box of tampons and the pads, tossing them into the cart. "Because you were closest to the buggy...god Damon, chill out!"
Damon rolled his eyes. He was so ready to go. Never again he told himself.
They made one last stop inside of the super center and that was in the shoe department because Bonnie needed a new pair of house-shoes.
Damon found out that Bonnie hated walking on the floor in her bare-feet, so these were crucial and while there, she picked out a pair of sandals and some flip-flops.
And finally after almost an hour and a half inside of Wal-mart, Bonnie and Damon were in the checkout line.
Everything had been rung up, put inside of the blue plastic bags and then placed into the cart.
"Your total is $198.75." Said the cashier.
Bonnie looked up at Damon who stood beside her and she leaned into him, grabbing on to his well-muscled arm.
"Honey, did you hear her...she said it's $198.75."
Damon's jaw tensed as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet.
Gawd, he was so mad. Bonnie could literally feel the heat radiating off of his body.
She let go of his arm so that Damon could swipe his card.
The cashier smiled as she handed him the receipt, looking at Bonnie. "You picked a good one."
Bonnie beamed prettily. "I know right, he's the best." And then she leaned up on her tip toes and kissed Damon on his mouth.
It was a little peck, but a kiss none the less.
She went too far.
Damon grabbed hold of her arm in a tight grip, hurting her. But Bonnie didn't allow it to show on her face.
Because his back was to the cashier she didn't see any of this. "You two have a great day now."
"Let's go." Damon said, his voice dangerously low.
Bonnie glared up at him, her green eyes just as angry. Her voice just as dangerous.
"Be mean to me and I'll be mean right back." She reached up to caress his handsome face. "Because as you said earlier, I'm not Jenna either. I'm nothing like her...so be careful."