Bonnie woke up in her bedroom at the irritating buzzer of her alarm clock, informing her that it was time to get up for school. With a soreness that floated within the lower half of her body, she slid out of bed to begin her daily routine. When she was dressed and all ready to go, Bonnie was out the door and in her car, and soon enough, she was on her way to school. She had successfully pushed away all thoughts of how she spent the previous night, but as she approached the school, her instincts acquainted her with a dark presence in the vicinity. Bonnie parked in the first parking space she could find, and as she got out of the car, a familiar voice called her name. A voice which belonged to her best friend, Elena Gilbert.

"Bonnie!" Elena practically sang. Bonnie looked up as she shut her car door, and spread her arms out as Elena came closer, and the best friends greeted each other with a hug. "Where were you last night?"

Bonnie's eyes widened as Elena released her from the hug. Avoiding eye contact, Bonnie replied with a tilt of her head. "What do you mean? I was at the party."

"Well, yeah, you were, but then you weren't," Elena questioned.

Bonnie lifted her chin and looked into Elena's dark brown eyes, which was a similar shade to her own. "I had too much to drink, so I left early," she replied. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth.

"You drove while drunk?" Elena asked, with a deep tone of concern.

"No!" Bonnie shot back, in self-defiance. "I got a ride home."

Before Elena could ask another question, their conversation was interceded by Elena's boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore. Bonnie glanced up at him and smiled as a greeting, but quickly looked away, not sure if Damon had spilled about their night together. If he did, Stefan showed no signs of knowing.

"Hey," Stefan whispered to Elena softly, and then nodded at Bonnie to show that he acknowledged her presence. Stefan slid his arm around Elena's waist, instigating a giggle to escape from her lips, and Bonnie automatically tensed up.

"Guys! Over here!" a voice that belonged to Caroline Forbes shouted from across the parking lot. The three of them turned their heads in the direction of her voice, and found her waving frantically as she stood beside her car. They made their way to her, and Caroline greeted them all with tight hugs. "Did you guys have fun at my party last night? You two were so cute, everyone had their eyes on you the whole night!"

As Caroline spoke, her blonde hair which was styled in perfectly shaped curls today, bounced which reflected her bubbly personality. Caroline, too, was a vampire, but ironically, due to her change, she has become a better person. Bonnie was proud of Caroline, for how much she has grown in the past year. She was proud of her all her friends, really. Bonnie was lost in her thoughts when suddenly she heard Damon's voice ring through her ears.

"Hello ladies, and Stefan," his voice oozing with arrogance, "Shouldn't you all be in class, children?"

Bonnie looked at Damon, who was dressed in a simple attire of black V-neck T-shirt and jeans, accessorized with a brown belt. But even in such a simple outfit, Damon managed to look hotter than any other guy she's seen at school. Damon locked with eyes with her for a moment, and in that moment, the memories of the previous night rushed over her. Bonnie bit her lower lip, quickly dropping her eyes to the ground. Bonnie alienated herself from the conversation, mainly because her thoughts were too loud and she couldn't really hear anything they were saying. She knew that Caroline was throwing insults at Damon, and she could hear muffled "I love you's" being exchanged by Stefan and Elena. Throughout it all, she could feel Damon's eyes on her. Bonnie's thoughts were interrupted by the bell, and by the time she could react to it, Stefan, Elena, and Caroline were already heading towards the entrance of the school.

Bonnie's eyes slowly lifted in Damon's direction, and he captured her in another alluring gaze. A grin formed on his lips, which was both sexy and intimidating at the same time, and Bonnie returned it with a shy smile.

"Hi," she managed to get out.

"Hey," he returned, and took hold of her hand, bringing it to his lips.

Bonnie giggled without even trying to stop herself. "I-I should be going to class," she said, without making any effort to leave.

"No, no, you should stay here with me," Damon insisted. For some reason, these words woke something up in Bonnie, and she spoke the thoughts that came to her mind without giving it a second thought.

"Damon," Bonnie began, "I don't really know what happened last night, I mean, I was drunk, and you were drunk, and we were both lonely, but please don't make this bigger than it needs to be. I don't want to be a one-night-stand, booty call, or whatever it is that you want me to be. And with what I am, and with what you are, I'm pretty sure we're upsetting the laws of physics or something, because of what we did."

Damon just stared her for a moment, before bursting out in laughter. The second school bell rang, rubbing it in Bonnie's face that she was now late for class. This time, Bonnie started to walk away, but was stopped when Damon appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye. A gasp escaped her lips, and her hand flew to her chest, as her forehead furrowed in frustration. "Damon, stop!"

"That's not something you said to me last night," Damon winked.

Bonnie's hands flew to his chest as she attempted to shove him out of the way. Damon hardly budged, which caused Bonnie to try again. "Damon, please!"

"That's more like it," Damon smirked.

Bonnie rolled her eyes in annoyance, and crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you want?" she asked, only partially wanting to know the answer.

"I want you to know that last night was really something for me, and when I think about it, I don't think about it as a really good one-night-stand, I think about it as something I'd like to continue, and not as a booty call sort of thing either. I mean, come on, Bonnie, we had a really great fuck, did we not?" Damon paused for a response. Bonnie nodded, and Damon continued, "That's what I thought. We both enjoyed last night, and clearly it was good enough to remember, regardless of the alcohol in our system. So, what do you say? No hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings," Bonnie repeated quietly, weighing the options that Damon had just laid down in front of her. What exactly was he offering?

"No hard feelings," Damon said again, and then smiled that same sinister smile, "but I do have something else that is hard."

Bonnie's heartbeat quickened as she stared into the clear blue eyes that belonged to the guy who was responsible for the soreness, and now the moistness, between her legs. Lust was overwhelming her, and without any premeditation, she replied with, "We should do something about that, shouldn't we?"