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"Don't ask, then don't tell. Already know you're fucked up. And it's cool with me."
- Tove Lo
Chapter 3
Don't Worry, I Won't Tell Stefan.
February 2016
It was a week after Bonnie's 18th birthday party. Was it everything she ever wanted? Of course not, but if Bonnie knew one thing it was that Vicki really loves Nathan and nobody loves Nathan as much as his baby sister. So why wouldn't Vicki go on and throw her a surprise party? It may not have gone the way she intended, but as long as Nathan was happy that Bonnie was happy, and she was, then it didn't really matter.
It was Friday the 12th of February and it was going on 7 o'clock. Stefan and Bonnie had just been let out of school. On the ride back to the Salvatore home, all Stefan did was complain. It was his first month back at the school and he was already being made to do something that he never signed up for. No thanks to Bonnie.
"I mean, I don't know what else he could have wanted." He stated. Obviously still talking about their history teacher, Mr. Saltzman. "No human in their right mind cares this much about a stupid play."
The two were in school for four extra hours, working on props and the set for a newly developed play. Their new History teacher decided would be up to 75% of their grade. Which included everyone being in it. Whether it'd be acting, dancing, singing or a part of the crew.
Stefan didn't want any role that had to do with being on stage. He decided that he'd be fine with being stage crew instead. Stage crew and nothing else. Bonnie, being the opportunist that she was, saw her chance to make her friend be something more… epic.
Bonnie shook her head. "I do, I care." She begged to differ.
"You only care because Caroline is making you care." He pointed out. "Besides, do you really think I don't know that the two of you have a crush on him?"
Bonnie felt her cheeks flare. Touching a hand to her face, she looked away. "Okay, Alaric may be cute. But-"
"-Did you just call him Alaric?"
"-But, this project is a huge part of our grade, Stefan. So suck it up and… and make sure that your wig stays on..." Laughing to herself, Stefan rolled his eyes and groaned.
Their new teacher, Alaric Saltzman was one of the youngest teachers at Mystic Falls High School. Covering for their old teacher, Mr. Tanner, he took over the History department. As well as winning a few hearts. Including the heart of the drama and chorus teacher. Which led him in the final decision to go on with a play.
Stefan drove off the Main Street and onto the private road that led to Salvatore property. Upon arrival, Bonnie noticed an older make and model of a blue Camaro parked just off to the side of the entryway. Stefan pulled up beside it and shut off his car.
"Whose car?" Bonnie asked, getting her bag and exiting Stefan's car.
Stefan stepped out and locked the doors. "Damon's." He deadpanned. "Looks like he's home."
"As opposed to being where?"
"With Elena." He answered, the tone of his voice sounding like it was obvious. Except Bonnie wouldn't have known to think that he's normally somewhere else other than the place he grew up in.
Following behind her friend, the two walked into the house. A crash sounding off, coming from the living room made Bonnie jump. Stefan held his hand out in a protective manner. "Uh, let's go upstairs."
Bonnie tried keeping up with Stefan as he pulled her past the foyer and near the stairs. "What's happening?"
"Damon, calm down!" A frightened Lily exclaimed, yelling at her son who seemed to do anything but calm down. As soon as they were in front of the bottom of the stairs, Stefan let go of Bonnie's hand.
"Go up to my room. I'll be there in a few, okay?"
Though Bonnie wanted to listen, she didn't. Only wanting Stefan to believe she had heard him, she began to walk up a few stairs. Glancing back, she saw Stefan disappear around the corner. Walking back down, she followed his steps.
All Bonnie heard was more shouting. This time from Stefan and his mother, directed at Damon. "What the hell is your problem?!" Stefan asked.
"It's Elena…" Lily replied.
Bonnie stuck her head around the corner and could see the back of Damon's head. He was pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair.
"What about Elena?"
"Stop saying her fucking name!" Damon shouted, pushing his brother back- hard. Bonnie closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. If she remembered one thing about Damon and Stefan, it's that they were never ones to back down from a fight. Especially if they were fighting with each other.
A fight between the two brothers quickly broke out. Between them literally tackling each other and Lily's cries for them to stop, Bonnie wasn't sure what to do. Stand there and eavesdrop or go in and help?
Mustering up the courage to interfere, Bonnie set her bag and ran into the kitchen. Just as Stefan pushed Damon off of him, the young girl ran between the two. Damon, who was about to attack Stefan again, stopped. His risen hand started to fall when he saw Bonnie standing guard in front of his brother.
"What's going on here?" The voice of Malcolm Davis, Lily's new husband asked from behind them.
Grunting, Damon stared down the two teens in front of him and pushed past his step father and out of the front door. The door slamming hard behind him. Lily rushed to Stefan's side with a wet towel and held his face in her hands. "Are you okay, honey?"
Bonnie looked at Malcolm who was approaching her. Giving him a small smile, he patted her shoulder. "Boys will be boys, huh?" Not really sure what to say, Bonnie just shrugged and stepped away from the scene that just played out in the kitchen. Stefan moved his mother's hands off of him and walked right past Bonnie and up the stairs.
Seeing that Bonnie was still there, Lily walked over and handed her the towel. "Help him, please?"
When Bonnie entered Stefan's room, she witnessed him looking at his face through his mirror, wincing every time he touched the wounds.
"You always have to be the hero, huh?" She asked, settling down beside him on his bed. Stefan ignored her, still looking at his face. "Let me help."
"I don't need your help."
"Yes, you do. So stop being a dick and let me help you."
Bonnie nudged his face towards hers and began wiping the blood with the towel. Each time Stefan tried looking away, Bonnie's grip on his jaw only got harder. "What do you think happened?" She whispered.
"Elena probably dumped his psychotic ass, that's what." Giving Stefan a look, he sighed. "Honestly, I don't care. I try to help and get him to calm down and he what? He attacks me. So I don't give a fuck what happened."
"You're so hostile." Grabbing the towel from Bonnie, Stefan went and threw it away.
"Back to being a hero, what the hell was that with you? Hm?"
"Your mother wasn't doing anything and you were getting hurt."
"You could have gotten hurt, Bonnie. He could have hurt you."
Bonnie shook her head, falling back on Stefan's bed. "Damon would never intentionally hurt me."
Stefan joined his friend on his bed. "Damon's an asshole. Intentional or not, he's bound to hurt anyone that comes his way." Looking at Bonnie, she looked back at him. "With that being said, please stay away from him. With him and Elena on the outs… again… I don't need him seeing a rebound in you."
"A rebound in me? What-"
"-Which he will because he's an-"
"He's an asshole, I… I got it."
It was hours after the showdown that had went on prior to and Bonnie kept dozing in and out, trying to pay attention to the movie Stefan had put on. With hazy eyes, she looked over at Stefan and scoffed. That man was already falling asleep. Rolling her eyes, Bonnie stood up. "You okay?" Stefan asked her, coming out of his daze.
"Yeah… Yeah, I'm just going to get a drink. Want anything?"
"I'm good."
Walking on tired legs, Bonnie traveled out of the television room, past the downstairs bathroom and into the kitchen. Once Bonnie retrieved a cup and had gotten herself some water, she leaned against the island.
Buzz… Buzz… Buzz
Reaching behind herself and into her pocket, she pulled out her phone. It was going off like crazy. Bonnie had missed 2 calls and 5 texts from Caroline.
dude! there's a craaazy fucking party at Whitmore and we're going!
R u and Stefan still together?
Helloooo?
Bonnie! Answer me!
Matt & i are coming to get ur asses now!
"Fun night?"
Gasping, Bonnie held her chest. "You scared me."
Damon shrugged. "Sorry." Looking around Bonnie, his eyes fell back on her. "Where's my brooding brother?"
"Asleep in the other room."
Damon chuckled and walked over to the cabinet. He opened it and grabbed a bottle of Bourbon off the highest shelf. "How's his face?" He commented.
"How's your Elena?" Bonnie unexpectedly snapped back.
Damon shook his head. "Probably fucking some other guy." Unscrewing the cap, Damon took a big gulp of the hard liquor.
"So she cheated on you?"
"Why the fuck do you care?" He jeered, his words practically spit venom at her.
Bonnie scoffed. Fuck trying to be nice to him. Stefan was right; he's an asshole. "Got it. Enjoy your night, Damon."
Grabbing her bag from the ground where she had left it earlier in the night, Bonnie started walking to the front door. Since he was asleep and knew that parties weren't really his scene, she decided that she'd just text Stefan tomorrow.
"Wait, Bonnie." His hand grabbed her and he pulled her back. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."
"And I'm sorry about Elena…"
Damon had yet to let go of Bonnie's arm and she had yet to pull away. Something about his stature, attitude and personality captivated her and Damon didn't exactly have a likable personality so what was it that made her… want him?
Bonnie on the other hand was nothing like Elena… But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She was nice. Bonnie cared about people when she didn't have to. She cared about Damon when she didn't have to and he snapped at her for it and even after, was kind to him. Elena was nothing like her.
Bonnie's eyes were glued to Damon's lips. She never noticed just how plump they were. His upper lip more than the bottom. She felt his gaze on her and his hands on her. His grip was tight yet gentle. His demeanor was still dark and cold.
Elena was nothing like her, so maybe that's why he did what he did.
Leaning down, Damon captured her mouth with his. What started out slow turned into so much more, so fast. Backing her into the kitchen again, Damon wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her up on the island.
His lips mashed with hers, his mouth using Bonnie's as if she were his last meal. Her hands traveled to his hair, his hands glided down her back. Their tongues dancing with one another as Bonnie deepened the kiss. She could taste the alcohol on his tongue and she wanted to bask in it.
"With that being said, please stay away from him. With him and Elena on the outs… again… I don't need him seeing a rebound in you."
Stefan's remarks from earlier made her stop.
Noticing her sudden lack of motion, Damon pulled away. His lips stained by hers. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I…"
"Bonnie?"
The two never pulled apart faster. Footsteps were approaching them and Bonnie jumped down from the island. Rushing over to her drink, she held her breath.
"Bon, what are you doing?"
Turning, she lifted her drink. "I wanted a drink, remember?"
"Who were you talking to?"
Looking back, both Damon and the bottle of bourbon were gone. "Caroline. There's a party at Whitmore and she's coming to get us."
Stefan's eyes narrowed towards her and she smiled. Is he going to say anything? "Oh cool. I'm just going to get my jacket. I'll be back, alright."
Seeing her friend wander off, Bonnie finally breathed. Her phone buzzed again. Looking down, she saw a text from a number she didn't have on her phone
Don't worry, I won't tell Stefan. -D
Bonnie scoffed and replied. She was anything but worried.
It doesn't matter because it will never happen again.
Within seconds, she got a reply.
Sure it won't.
Biting her lip, Bonnie looked around the kitchen. Walking back towards the foyer, she turned. Damon and her made eye contact before he sent her off with a wink. Watching his stroll up the stairs, her gaze was then met with Stefan who was jogging past him. Giving his brother a glare, Stefan joined Bonnie by the door.
"He say anything to you?" She shook her head. "Good. God, he's the worst."
Walking past Stefan, he opened the door for her. Once they stepped outside, Caroline's car was coming up the driveway. As the car got closer, the two of them went towards it. "Who's ready time party?!" Caroline cheered, patting her hands on the steering wheel excitedly. "Oh! Stefan, you're the DD." She reminded.
Once they were in the car, Caroline spent know time speeding off. Another buzz from her phone got the attention of Stefan. "You gonna answer that?"
"Yeah."
Enjoy your night… Bon-Bon.
Locking her phone, Bonnie brought it up to her chest. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, it was just Nathan. Told me to let him know when I'm on my way back." Nodding, Stefan smiled at Bonnie. "What?"
"What? A boy can appreciate his best friend now?" Smirking, Caroline glances back at the two.
"You guys are so gross, it's adorable. Just remember, if you're thinking about fucking each other at least use protection."
Stefan chuckled and shifted awkwardly The arm he around Bonnie's headrest fell. The last thing on Bonnie's mind was getting into bed with her best friend. Especially when she can't stop thinking about her best friend's brother. Except… A kiss did not make Bonnie a "rebound". But if it did, so what? What was it about being his rebound that made it feel so good?
I wanted to use this chapter as another flashback for a bit more insight to the odd start of Damon and Bonnie. As well as the sort of awkward relationship between Stefan and Bonnie. But this is the last chapter based on the past for a little while.
The next few chapters will be in present time with short flashbacks here and there.
Thank you so much for the reviews I've been receiving. I'm glad you're all enjoying it. Let me know what you think!
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