Chapter 2
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Bonnie drove to the boarding house two days later. She was back at her dorm at Whitmore while Stefan and Caroline had stayed in Mystic Falls. The dorm felt empty, but she figured she might as well continue her education. Not that anything she learned was relevant to the catastrophe that had been her life for the last few years.
The whole Elena bond had been the icing on the fucking cake. After spending years putting Elena first, she was forced to feel guilty for breathing because Elena continued to sleep while she did. And you know who wouldn't let her forget it? Damon. She still remembered the speech he gave her in her own mind on Elena's porch.
You screwed me, all right, he had said. It still hurt.
As she pulled into the drive, she smiled to herself. If she was going to force him to turn his humanity back on after turning his back on her boyfriend, she was going to make it hurt even more.
"Are you sure you've mastered the spell? You need to be able to come back when you're ready!" Caroline urged. As much as she hated Damon, she wanted him and Enzo back because they made Bonnie happy.
"Yeah, I've got it. Surprisingly, Grams used this spell a lot," Bonnie said. She had found detailed notes next to the spell in her grimoire.
Stefan entered the room. "I found an old dress of Lexi's for you to wear. You don't want to stick out too much."
The dress was long, with a full skirt and a pale blue and white checkered pattern. It sat off the shoulders. "It's beautiful," Bonnie said. It was also the last thing she would want to wear, but it would have to do.
After hurrying into the dress, Caroline styled her hair like a pinup model. She had watched hours of tutorials and was extremely proud of her work.
"You look amazing!" She gushed. Stefan nodded. "Are you ready?" he said.
"Yeah, let's flip this idiot's switch."
She began chanting. The boarding house faded around her. The spell was interesting. As soon as she returned to the present, it would be as if she had never visited 1956. It was simply a test, it wasn't real.
That's what she kept reminding herself when she found herself directly across the street from a bloodied 1956 Damon Salvatore.