A/N: I do NOT own this story. I wish I did own Damon and his sexiness. But, the ideas and all that crap are mine, so please; ask me before you jack 'em.

A A/N: I am SO sorry I haven't been updating, but my real life outside of FanFiction(Yes people there is a real world) has gotten out of whack, so I try to update more frequently!! On to story.

Damon POV

Why the hell does human school even last this damn long? I thought to myself. But seriously, I've been watching Bonnie for what-6 fucking hours?! I think that this makes me a stalker now. Thankfully, this prison is over and I picked out Bonnie from the large crowd leaving…whatever the hell that school was named. Finding her wasn't difficult considering she is the only person with a lavender/fire starting witch scent. I flew after her little blue car to her home. She got out of her car looking glorious as ever in her dark wash skinny jeans and plum camisole with a gray shawl. This is when I decided to make my little appearance.

Bonnie POV

Yes, school is finally over, now I can stop seeing Stefan and Elena giving me looks of concern out of my peripheral view. I kept getting the feeling that someone was watching me while driving home. I shook it off thinking I was over-reacting. But lately I've been over-reacting a lot. Getting out of my car I felt a very familiar presence of evil, cockiness, and death. That could only mean one person. Damon Salvatore.

"Hello, Bonnie, long time no see."

I turned slowly, not even wanting to look him. But I did, and quickly regretted it. He was all about 2 feet away from me. Staring into his piercing blue eyes made me stumble a bit. He grabbed me by the waist to steady me, and I nearly passed out. I looked into his eyes-again- and there seemed to be true concern hidden under pain and anguish. NO! Bonnie, he killed your Grams. Damon Salvatore is a grade A douche. Turn around and run into your safe house where he can't kill you. DO NOT SPEAK TO HIM!!!!

As much as I wanted to listen to my head screaming at me to take my chances and make a run for it, I couldn't help my verbal vomit.

"Yeah, well, while I was weeping over my dead Grams, you were out somewhere getting drunk while weeping over some Elena doppelganging bitch," I blurted out. Damn it, there I go with the verbal vomit.

"I am going to ignore what you just told me so you can keep your life. And catch up. How's it been? Wait, no that was a bad question," he responded.

"Damon, what the hell do you want? If you are here to mess with me you're making a big mistake because I won't hesitate to set you on fire," I spat back, giving him the meanest, most accusing glare I could give him.

"Now, Bonnie, don't do that I just came here to talk with you. You know. See how you're doing?" he said.

"Go away" I said striding to my front door.

"Bonnie, wait," Damon called, grabbing my arm. He turned me to face him and then he did something I will never forget. He hugged me. Damon Salvatore hugged me. Of course, my body betrayed me and I started getting butterflies and my heart starting beating faster.

"I am so sorry about Shelia. She was an amazing woman. I understand it was my fault. I apologize," he whispered in my ear.

I reluctantly pulled away. I looked deep in his eyes and saw nothing but regret and sadness. Wow, he must really be hurting over Katherine. Should I tell him something? I don't wanna piss him off…

"Look Damon, your methods for doing what you did were wrong and I can't say I forgive you, because then I'd be lying to myself and you. And I know you don't want to hear it, but sorry the whole thing with Katherine didn't work out."

He froze for a moment, looked at me deeply, and faster than I could blink he was gone. It wasn't until I began to go to bed that night when I received the message.

Thank you, Bonnie. It means a lot. Especially coming from you.

Damon POV

I walked into my room all confused and fucked up in the head with a bottle of GreyGoose vodka. What the HELL is wrong with me? Getting all sensitive for the little witch. She is nothing to me. Just another notch in my bed post. Right? Why does she have to smell so good? Why does she have to be so beautiful? Augh. Here I go again. I need to find some chick and get my mind off that stubborn witch. I tried to walk out of the house but of course I was stopped by Holy Grail Stefan.

"Damon! I saw you at the school. What the hell were you doing?" he practically yelled.

"Well, little brother, I don't think that is any of your business now is it? I said it once, and I'll say it again, that is for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot…" I replied.

"What are you up to?" his forehead asked me. Wow, with Stefan this close in my face, I'm just realizing how big his forehead is….Why do I always have to be up to something?

"For your information, I wasn't up to anything. I was bored. So, leave me the hell alone." I snapped back, leaving the mansion to go find some Bonnie look alike-WAIT. WHAT DID I JUST SAY? I am officially losing my damn mind. And I need to regain it in blood and alcohol. With that, I continued walking to my car to devour some random girl.

A/N: Well there you go. I'm making this up as I go along, and to me it felt like Damon was so OOC but I don't care. =D I tried making this chapter longer but I doubt it's any longer than normal. I love everyone who reviewed thank you so much. And thank you to those who read it. So please click that green button and review(Damon says so.) =D