A/N: Hey all! I don't own the characters or this story; this is just my take! Here it is the… chapter when Bonnie discovers that Damon's been less than truthful about his intentions. Duh, duh, duh. I think I'm actually going to complete a story you guys! Hallelujah!

Damon

I stopped and stared at the beauty before me. Five minutes I had been waiting to watch her turn around and notice me. Bonnie was so urethral, almost like a fairy, but seemed to have witch tendencies seeing as she had me under a spell that I couldn't break. Yes, I had seen Bonnie dance before when she performed a routine with her students at the rec center, and I had witnessed the look of pure joy and pride at her students' success. But this, right here, in this moment, I saw a completely different part of her that I had never seen of her before. She was the definition of raw. Each movement that she hit made the meaning of the song all the more powerful. The emotion, the angst on her face made me feel like I was apart of her life. And for a split second, I felt like I knew who the real Bonnie Bennett was. She wasn't the 'loser' that the people at school referred to her as, nor was she the 'primary caretaker' who her parents and grandmother think she is. In this moment, she was Bonnie Bennett… girl—woman—who showed that life was more than the ultimate popularity contest. My heart clenched. I had to tell her what was happening. She would hate me beyond the telling of it. I mean, what was the worst that could happen? She'd hate my guts, never want to speak to me again, and curse me to the fiery pits of Hades? Okay, that was pretty bad, like, rip my heart out and stomp on it with her boots that she's so fond of, bad. I don't know how to tell her so that she doesn't hate me. Yeah, that'll happen. The thing is, she means a lot to me. In the short period of time I've known her, I began… falling for her, I guess. It's not love by any means, but I just realized how stupid and selfish I've been when it comes to her. I thought that I had love when I was with Katherine, turns out I just misconstrued that love for good sex. When Katherine and I went our separate ways, I was pissed, which resulted in this stupid bet thing that I have going on with Kol. If Bonnie and I never spoke again, I think I would be broken beyond repair. She'd hate my guts. But, it would be better if she heard it directly from me than that little idiot.

"Hey there, Bennett…" I said softly, throwing in a little bit of a smile on my face. My eyes widened a fraction of a centimeter as I took in her outfit. It consisted of a sports bra and some spandex leggings that women are so fond of. I had seen Bonnie's body before, in less than this, but damn, this look makes it all the more appealing.

"Damon!" she squeaked as she rushes to her shirt that is tossed haphazardly on a stool and began throwing it on.

"Hey, don't put clothes on, on my account. I have to say that you look scrumptious with it off." I waggled my brows, which earned me a glare from her. She didn't take the bait; instead she just rolled her eyes and put on the black t-shirt. Thrusting her hair into a messy ponytail, she cocked her head and asked:

"What are you doing here?" I froze. Like, literally, I couldn't speak at all. The words died in my mouth as soon as I saw her looking at me through those gorgeous eyes of hers. I felt like shit. I didn't want her ever look at me any different than the way she is now, with a look of wonderment. If I ever saw hate in her eyes that was directed for me, I think I would die from heartbreak. So instead, of pouring my heart out to her about the wrongs that I had committed in order to gain her trust, I did what I do best, I ignored the feeling and just basked in the little relief that she provided me.

"Can't the Prom King visit the Prom Queen?" I asked.

"Puh-lease, Damon. We both know that this 'Bonnie B. For Prom Queen' thing is a jip. I don't know who the hell nominated me, but if this is some kind of practical joke that someone is doing… well, let's just say, Carrie ain't got nothing on me." she quipped with a bright smile.

Oh, what's that tinkling sound you hear? Oh yeah, that's the sound of my heart being shattered. Damn my conscience. Damn it to hell.

"Is it such a bad thing that people might actually like you, Bennett?"

She cackled. "Are you being serious with me right now? These are the same people that have made my life a living hell for the last four years! I can count on one hand how many friends I have—"

"—Am I on that hand?" Yes, it may have sounded sarcastic, but I really wanted to know. Did she consider me a friend? Or didn't she?

She sighed a tired sigh, "Of course you are… now. It's just that… these people are sheep, Damon. They follow the trend. I stood up to Katherine Pierce the biggest bitchola at that school, and because no one has ever done that before, I'm the new spokeswoman for bitch repellent and now everyone wants to buy my product." Bonnie paused before she started pacing the room. "I'm not going to lie though, it's nice to not have people hate me or tease me for no reason. It's nice that I don't have to worry about my socially awkward brother from being bullied for the rest of his high school career. I feel like I'm finally able to just be… me."

I was watching her like a hawk. I didn't know how it felt to be 'unpopular' to know that people don't like you because of some inane high school caste system or status quo that I didn't fit into. Sure, there are those that don't like me, cough Kol cough, but I didn't care. Bonnie has been teased, ridiculed and made a fool out of because people are stupid, and don't even get me started on the way that they treated Aiden. But I couldn't help but think… was I any better than the likes of them? The popular kids, I mean. Though I didn't bully Bonnie, or any of the kids at that school for that matter, was ignoring them and not helping them any better?

"You know," she started, breaking me out of my stupor, "I'm kind of happy now, I mean, I can walk out of my house and feel a weight off of my shoulder when I go to school. I feel safe." Never in my life will I ever be prepared for what she was going to say next. "And I owe it all to you, Damon." Is this what a heart attack feels like? The sweating? The tightening of my chest? The sweating? "Granted, you didn't really much talk to me before, and I don't know why you started now—" the bet—"but I'm glad you did. So, thank you."

I froze at that. If she only realized what was going on… I couldn't think about that now, so I redirected the acceptance of her thankfulness.

"I was watching you dance," I said to her as she looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. "Just now, I mean. It looked pretty intense like you were trying to tell someone something." Bonnie stopped her pacing and looked at me again before exhaling and taking a seat from where she retrieved her shirt.

"My parents are back in the picture," she said quietly. I nodded, urging her to continue. "My parents are back, and they want to keep up the pretenses that we're one, big, happy family. Pretend like they didn't come back from abandoning their kids for years. I mean, how is it that my mom can up and leave for fifteen years, and reappear like nothing happened! I mean, didn't she think how Aiden would feel? His mother coming back after she left us right after he was born. And then my dad thinking he can come back after being abroad somewhere with some probable floozy?Needless to say, I'm kind of pissed."

"I get that." I replied, dazed. I watched as her lips moved as she was venting out her frustrations on me. I could think of another way to do it my brain chimed in. Must… keep… libido… down.

"And what's making me even more mad, is Aiden! He thinks that it's alright that they're just waltzing back in here like nothing happened!" Tears began forming in the corners of her eyes. "And do you want to know something else? I didn't even cry when they left. Because I knew that they wanted a break from their kids, I just didn't think that break meant four years. All I remember knowing, is that things wouldn't be the same."

Something in me broke. This wasn't the same Bonnie that I was used to. Where was the strong Bonnie? She left around the time her parents appeared out of nowhere. I see what she's doing, trying to shut out anybody that could hurt her or has hurt her. Was she that blind to not realize that I'm at the top of that list of people hurting her? No. And that's why, I snapped.

"Bonnie, you can't keep doing this," I whispered to her as I watched her eyes grow wide as she looked at me.

"Doing what?" she asked.

"Shutting everybody out," I replied with ferocity.

"So what? I shut people out. What the big deal?"

"You can't do that! When you shut people out, you become lonely and depressed. And depression can possibly lead to you offing yourself. And I don't know about you, but I'm not going to let you choose to lock yourself away from the world!"

The fire in her eyes was back as she looked at me with anger. Yeah, it was probably something that she didn't want to hear, but it was most definitely something that she needed to hear.

"At least l make decisions, which is more than l can say for you!" she yelled. She uttered almost the very same words that Giuseppe did.

"Look, l make decisions—" I began.

"—Oh yeah? What college are you going to, Damon? Since we're on friendly terms, you can tell me!" She screamed. I've seen Bonnie mad, I've seen her sad, and I've seen her annoyed, but nothing compares to seeing her blowing up before my very eyes. And she was hitting a little too close to home for my comfort. "I was by the counselor's office yesterday. I believe next to your name it said "undecided." Bonnie admitted, suddenly coming down from her outburst.

"Look, there's stuff you don't understand. You don't live with Giuseppe Salvatore."

"Explain it to me."

"Giuseppe went to Princeton. It was the best four years of his life, so he says.

"So ever since l was born—" I exhaled. "There's a picture of me in his office when I'm five or six and Stefan and I are at the zoo or someplace. I'm there, sitting on his shoulders wearing a Dartmouth sweatshirt."

"And?" she inquires.

"I get that demand everyday from him. Every damn day."

"Pick a college, Damon. Pick a future. But what he's really saying is, "Pick my college. Choose my future." I had never told anyone about how I really felt about this. From the outside looking in, my life seems perfect. I was the rich boy with the tight family with the good looks. God, he must have it all…

"Are you even listening to yourself?" Bonnie replies, aghast at my admission. "I mean, are you? There are so many kids that can't go to college because they don't have that don't have even half the means as you do. You can go anywhere. You can go to Princeton. You can go to Dartmouth. You can go to N.Y.U. Hell, you could even go to Borneo and study squid fishing. The point that I'm trying to make is, you're young enough to figure out what you want in life, and young enough to change it. You're young. And you have the world at your fingertips instead of being on your shoulders."

She did have a point. I never thought about it that way, seems to be a reoccurring theme in my life. Bonnie reminds me how good I have it. She keeps me grounded. I was lucky to have her in my life.

"Okay, okay. Chill, Oprah, I'm appreciative of my life and those in it!" I joked, knocking my shoulders into hers in a playful manner. But something struck me. "What about you?" she raised a brow. "Shouldn't you be looking in the mirror when you say some of this stuff?"

"Trust me. I'm working on it," she smiled.

"So, are you always this smart?" she blushed.

"I try to be, you know, since I'm going to college and everything." And for that moment, we sat in a comfortable silence. Bonnie and me. Me and Bonnie. Just the two of us, and to be frank, that's how I liked it.

Breaking our silence she asked, "Why did you really come here, Damon?"

I froze. "I forget."

"You're not just trying to get my vote for prom king, are you?" she teased as she looked at me. But I didn't answer her. I couldn't. Not when the real reason why I was here was to tell her about this stupid bet thing that I had going on with my mortal enemy. Yeah, that'll go over well.

"Damon?" She asked, noting my silence.

"Bonnie… about this whole prom thing—" And I didn't get to finish my sentence, because currently Bonnie Bennett's pillow soft lips were on mine. Based on pure instinct, I leaned into the kiss and slowly trailed my right hand from her waist to her perfect jaw and into her long, flowing hair. I was like a man starved, and she was the first meal I had eaten. I wanted to consume her, possess her like she's possessed me without my knowledge. In the heat of the moment, I picked her up in one swift motion, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist, anxious for what is to come (no pun intended). I have dreamt of this moment for so long, and now it's here, and the real thing was better than the fantasy. I barely felt my other hand skimming along the side of her waist, taking her thin, black shirt within its wake. Sensing my eager fingers, Bonnie broke our kiss and flung the T-shirt over her head before clashing our mouths together once more. God, this was like a dream. She broke away from the kiss and attempted to calm her racing heart. Looking me in the eye once more, she said, "Keep kissing like that, and you'll have more than just my vote."

I smiled. "Ditto." Ditto? That was all I could come up with? God, Damon, you are pathetic. "My Queen." Nice save, Salvatore, nice save.

"Actually, l kind of wanted to talk to you about it—" she began.

"-Will you go to Prom with me?" I blurted out unceremoniously. "Sorry it's not the romantic way that most girls want to be asked, but—"

"—Yes. I'll go to the Prom with you," she smiled. I gave her a brief kiss.

"Good, because I have to say, this waiting game is no joke. I don't like to be nervous."

"You were nervous?" she giggled.

"Yeah, but I- I have this sprinkler thing to do for my dad," I joked, but in reality I wanted to get out of this situation.

"Now?" She pouted.

"Can I call you later?" hope beamed in my chest.

"Maybe," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

"You know, your eyes are really beautiful."

X*X*X*X*

Bonnie

The next day at school, it felt like I was on Cloud 9. When Damon came over yesterday, I didn't expect things to escalate as much as they did, but I was glad that it had happened. Kissing him was the last thing I expected to do, and I can chalk it up to emotional situations and bonding over them. The thing about Damon was that he put up a front with people all around him. His clique—the popular circle—brought out the worst in him instead of bringing out the best in him. With me, he was different. He could talk to me about his worries and help me overcome my fears. He was the security that I've been waiting for.

Strolling on campus, I could see Katherine vying for the votes, campaigning harder than any presidential election I've ever seen. And for what? A plastic crown? I, on the other hand, was doing absolutely nothing, because apparently the public was doing it for me. Who knew standing up for mega-bitch would be so rewarding?

"Hey, Bonnie!" I heard a foreign voice call my name. Turning in the direction, I saw Kol Mikaelson trotting up to me. What could he possibly want? And from me no less? It was no secret that him and Damon were on the outs, especially since Damon pummeled his face in for whatever he did.

"Yes?" I asked coolly.

"Well, look, l was- l was hoping maybe we could talk." He stuttered. One may think Mr. Cool, Calm, and Collected, stuttering would be cute. I, on the other hand, didn't. I knew that he wasn't a good guy. He was egomaniacal and mean. Him, being one of the guys that bullied me throughout school because I was 'short' and 'mousey.' If he thinks I'm going to fall for his 'nice guy' routine that he's probably practiced a dozen times over in the mirror, then he has another thing coming to him.

"I know l don't come off as the nicest guy in the world," (Insert duh here)"but l was hoping maybe you could just forget about that for a second." That's when he began his longwinded speech about how he wasn't the nicest guy and would like to reform. Blah, blah, blah. To be honest, I checked out of the conversation awhile back.

"Because, uh, l was thinking- actually l was hoping that—"

"—My God! Will you just spit it out?" my patience wore thin. He looked shocked that I had blown up on him, but that did not deter him from his question.

"Maybe we can go out sometime." He finished, giving me puppy dog eyes. He was really serious, wasn't he? I never trusted Kol, his whole demeanor seemed sketchy and there was the fact that he was among those who tried their damndest to make my life a living hell because it was pure entertainment. I violently disliked this kid.

I groaned as he thought to continue.

"And not just "out", on a date, out. Like a specific out. A specific time, date, attire, corsage. People like tend to refer it as 'prom.'" He chuckled at his own joke.

"Yeah, right." I replied, and his brow furrowed as he looked at me in shock. I guess no one has ever told him 'no' before.

"So that's a no?" tension wrapping around his words.

"That's a hell no." I replied automatically. Kol was a predictable kind of guy. He was the kind of guy that bought friends and liked to control people because he thought he could. I saw how pissed off he was after Damon whopped his ass. He's the kind of guy that didn't like to lose. And to be quite frank, he hated that he was being rejected by me. Seeing his jaw tick like that confirmed my suspicions.

"Well, that's fair. I mean, why should you say yes? Right? I just hope this isn't about Damon, because—" I knew this jerk was up to something. That's the thing about Kol… he was always a scheming bastard.

"Why?" Curiosity seeping into my words.

"Well... he doesn't care about you like that," Kol began with false compassion.
"He told everybody he still has this thing for Katherine." I scoffed, and his eyes narrowed on mine, realizing that I wasn't falling for the bullshit he was spewing. "But l don't know. I mean, maybe l got it all wrong." Damn straight you do. "Has he even asked you to Prom yet?" he said, not waiting for my response, "Well, just- just head's up, okay?" Presumptuous much? "I mean, there's no sense in getting hurt for no reason." He really likes hearing himself talk, doesn't he? "Oh, yeah, and, Bonnie? Think about the prom some more." Not likely. "'Cause, uh, we'd have an okay time, l think." Doubtful. "You never know with a guy like me." Finally, we agree on something. God… my conscience is kind of a bitch. I chuckled.

With a shake of my head, I turned back to my locker. Damon was DEFINITELY going to hear about this. He's going to get a kick out of it! When I turned around, I was shocked to see Katherine standing there with a fake, plastic smile on her face. I raised an eyebrow as to what she was up to. Then I saw the photographer for the school yearbook with his camera in hand. I knew what this was about….

"Aw, come on, Bon-Bon, In the name of sportsmanship," she chirped, before pulling my body closer to her. For someone so skinny, I didn't think she would be as strong as she was; it was pretty unnerving. And I had every right to be. "I am going to end you," Katherine hissed in my ear, before flashing the camera a wide smile.

She was so fake.

Game on bitch.

Damon

Since the talk at Bonnie's my life at home had gotten surprisingly better. Stefan and I have had a better relationship, as well as the angst that my relationship with Giuseppe had caused. I was really, truly happy in my life and it was all thanks to my girl, Bonnie. She was like my light at the end of the tunnel, my salvation, all of that packed into a petite package. I was rebuilding a relationship with my family, finally figuring out what school I wanted to go to, and I was going to prom with the woman I lo—liked, liked very much.

Shaking the thought away, I continued walking through the hallway in search of my girl. All of the sudden hands came up around my eyes and covered them.

"Guess who…" the voice whispered. I smirked.

"Hello, Bonnie…" I replied seductively. The hands were removed from my eyes in a flash.

"Ew! Gross!"

Katherine… What did I do to ever deserve this torture?

Don't answer that.

"Katherine," I growled at the brown haired girl that turned her body in my direction.

"I love it when you say my name," she purred.

"What do you want?" I said, crossing my arms.

"Well, since you asked so nicely, I was trying on this sexy, little Dolce dress the other day, and l remembered that we haven't finalized our plans." Katherine spoke, as she trailed her blood, red finger up my chest.

"What plans?"

"For the prom." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. My eyes narrowed. What was she on that made her believe that I was actually going to go anywhere with her?

"I mean, we said we'd always go together, right? Even if we were just friends?

"We're not friends. And what happened to the Cali Shore douchebag?"

"That is way beyond over. I mean, God, don't even get me started."

"Actually, Kat, l had other plans in mind." I smirked, thinking of my 'other plans.' Her upbeat persona dropped, in less than a millisecond, and in its place there was a raging hell demon in her place. I could see why people would be afraid of her.

"Oh? You're not talking about Bonnie Bennett," she spat her name, "are you?"

"What if l am?" I retorted.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, Damon, she's already taken," she said mischievously, as she pointed me in the direction of Bonnie being followed down the hallway by Kol. My heart dropped. Though she was speed walking away from the parasite, he was still attempting to grip her attention, but being blown off by the girl in question. Damn, I was proud of her.

"Bonnie will you just hear me out!" he yelled.

"What don't you understand? I'm trying to get away from you. I don't like you! Why is that so hard to comprehend?" I heard her yell, in exasperation. I saw red as his arm gripped around hers as he attempted to pull her towards him. Oh hell no. I went up to the duo and ripped him away from the girl and got in his face.

"Kol? What the hell are you trying to pull?" I growled, but he only smirked in response. What was he up to?

"Well, it's nice to see you, too, brother," he sneered.

"Did he ask you to the prom?" I asked Bonnie, who looked positively confused.

"Yes, he did—" She started, but I cut her off.

"It's bullshit!" I yelled, as a crowd began to form around us. I didn't care, I had had enough of Kol and my anger towards him had finally reached its peak.

"Wait, wait. Someone, other than you, asking me is bullshit?" Bonnie rasped.

"Well yeah, because I thought we were going together," I calmed my words as I looked at the girl.

"Alright, Damon, enough is enough," Kol cut in. "This isn't cool anymore. This girl doesn't deserve it." Oh no… I could see where this was going. He wasn't—"you gotta stop this whole bet thing."

My heart stopped. I swear it did. The way Bonnie looked long and hard at me—had me holding the breath that I wasn't conscious of holding. Then she slid her eyes over to Kol with an eerie calmness in her voice as well as her eyes.

"Bet?" she said, barely a whisper. What was worse was the fact that she didn't look at me while she was coming to this realization, but she had her attention focused on Kol. That hurt. And Kol, being the little bastard that he was, answered her.

"Yeah. It was so stupid, Bon." He started; using her nickname like they were friends or that he actually cared about her. "Damon said he can make any girl Prom Queen, and you were the one picked." He said with faux remorse. "So he thinks that if he takes you to the prom, it'll help you win." And the cherry on top was when he looked back at me with mock disgust, "People have feelings, mate."

The look in Bonnie's eyes was more than I could bear. Her shiny brown- green eyes looked at me with confusion, hurt, and worst of all… betrayal. I had betrayed her trust in inexplicable ways. She will now be seeing it as me, lying to her, using her to gain her trust, and breaking her heart for everything that it was worth. That is what everyone in the school will see me as. None of my other accomplishments for the past four years will mean anything to the student body here. At our 10 year high school reunion people will always remember me as the man that broke the girl's heart. I was such an asshole. Bonnie didn't deserve any of this… not in the least.

"Is that true?" She whispered, looking me dead in the eye as her voice trembled with emotion. I said nothing. I couldn't say anything. Bonnie hated me right now. Love's a funny thing, isn't it? Her voice grew. "Am I a bet?" I didn't answer. "Am l a bet?" No answer. "Am l a fucking bet?" she screamed. The crowd was anxiously awaiting my answer as to why I would treat this girl so horribly. She didn't deserve it whatsoever. I hated Kol. I hated Katherine… and now, I hated myself for making the girl that I was in love with hate me.

"Yes." I whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"All those times I asked you, what was in it for you, and you said, 'nothing.' That was a lie! I hate you, Damon. I hate you so much." Bonnie hissed. And to add insult to injury, Katherine just had to put her two cents in.

"You didn't think you became popular for real, did you?" she cooed. "Oh, you did. That's so sweet." Then she turned to me. "Pick me up at 8:00, lover."

"I didn't have a choice!" I pleaded with her.

"Are you even hearing yourself? There's always a choice, Damon. It's just that whenever you make a choice, someone else suffers. Good luck with your whore Damon, you two deserve everything that you have coming to you. And with those departing words, she left my sight with tears in her eyes.

I had broken Bonnie Bennett.

X*X*X*X*

Bonnie

I knew it. I just—I knew it! Damon Salvatore was nothing but a lying, egotistical, son of a bitch, who broke my heart. Why didn't I go with my first instincts? I knew that 'Mr. Popular' was nothing but a lying, two faced man who played to his advantages. But I didn't think that I was going to be taken advantage of. He played me like a marionette—Like I was a puppet, pulling at my strings when he saw it fit. Everything was a lie. The sharing of secrets, the mind-blowing kiss that we shared, was apart of the bet. Hell, he was probably laughing with his friends about everything behind my back. I have never felt so… so worthless in my entire being. Not even my parents ditching Aiden and me felt this horrible.

So now, here I was, lying facedown on an overstuffed pillow in my bedroom crying my eyes out over a guy that never wanted me. I was pathetic. Maybe, just maybe that's why he didn't want me. He wanted to give me something in my pathetic, little life to be excited about. God, I was so stupid.

And the pounding on my door was not helping matters.

I muttered a muffled, 'Go away,' but the intruder decided against it.

"Bonnie, get the hell up!" Ah… Caroline; I was so not in the mood for this.

"No. Not today Caroline, just let me wallow in my misery."

"I'm not going to let you do that. I'm your friend, and I pick you up when you're down. It's in the job description." Caroline chirped. I was angry and maybe my anger with her was out of line but…

"Caroline, this isn't a hair day gone wrong! This is my life here. I'm not down… I'm crushed. The guy that I thought was this perfectly normal, understanding, gorgeous guy that I had feelings for just admitted that I was nothing but a pawn in a stupid, juvenile bet in a male pissing contest. The twist? I was the one who was proverbially pissed on. Now, tell me that it doesn't qualify for some wallowing. I feel like shit." And with that, I threw myself back into my pillow.

"Bonnie… I know it sucks right now, and believe me I am going to castrate that Salvatore brother when I get the chance to, but you can't let this situation define your worth. You mean a trillion banana flavored Laffy Taffy to me, just as I mean a trillion Hot Tamales to you. This guy doesn't deserve you like, at all. You have to realize that you mean more to others than a guy that thinks it's ok to play with people like action figures. Remember that." I didn't say anything. "Oh, and despite popular belief, you are going to Prom and you're going to beat Katherine Pierce at her own game. And don't you say that you don't have a dress, I saw that beautiful midnight blue one hanging in your closet. Don't play me, Bennett." And with those parting words, she left.

She was right, you know, but that didn't stop my heart from hurting.

X*X*X*X*

Damon

I felt like shit… Correction, I was shit. Only a piece of shit would do what I did to a perfectly good girl like Bonnie. Right now, this whole betting situation was the talk of the school, and like the sheep a good amount student body was, they thought it was cool that I had done it. But the few decent beings realized that I was a dick. Tell me something I don't know. Her words kept ringing in my ears.

"Are you even hearing yourself? There's always a choice, Damon. It's just that whenever you make a choice, someone else suffers." Yeah, and in this case, she was the one who suffered.

Silently, I maneuvered into my house, not being able to stand the looks of curiosity on some students' faces and the glares of animosity on others. Once I entered, I saw Stefan standing there with his hands crossed over his broad chest, with a look that was a cross between disappoint and compassion.

"I heard what happened." He started.

"So has the rest of the school." I replied.

"I told you that this would blow up in you face."

"Do you want a cookie?" I sneered. Where was he going with this? I knew that I had screwed up, immensely, seeing as it was obvious, but I didn't need anyone else to tell me what a screw up I was.

"You should call her." Now, I have to say, I didn't see that coming.

"What?"

"Bonnie. You should call her. I know that she's pissed and probably doesn't want to hear from you, but more than that, she's hurt that the guy that she's in love with did that to her."

"She doesn't love me." I murmured.

"She doesn't know that she does. Think about it." And with that, Stefan walked away.

"Thanks, Sensei." I sarcastically said. Looking down at my phone, my fingers began to move on their own accord as they went through my contacts and found Bonnie's number and pressed the green button.

A/N: You guys must hate me! Leaving it hanging there like that, but I felt that it was appropriate to leave it there! So I was thinking after I complete this story, I was going to take an approach at 10 Things I Hate About You. Another of my favorite movies! Mind you, I am an author, and I do have my own ideas for stories, I'm just in love with modernized Shakespeare movies (geeky I know). But Mob Mentality just MIGHT be getting an update sooooooooon. Thanks you guys for supporting these stories, it means SO much.

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