A/N's at the bottom. I do not own Vampire Diaries, obviously.

Distractious

Chapter 2:

She comes to school late, and she's less chatty than usual, but no one thinks anything of it. Her best friends are too wrapped up in their own drama to realize that something is definitely going on with her. She listens to Caroline complain of not spending enough time with Tyler, and Elena spending too much time with Damon. She feels sick when Elena mentions Stefan, and makes up a lame excuse to escape to the bathroom.

Part of her feels guilty because she doesn't tell Elena what happened. She doesn't even think to mention how Stefan bit her against her will, not once, but twice. She's too ashamed to utter a word on the subject. She feels completely helpless and absolutely used.

She exits the bathroom after splashing her face with water, but decides to skip the rest of her classes and go home.

She doesn't make it to the front door of her house because he's sitting on her porch. When she sees him her heart immediately starts to race, and she's quickly making her way back to her car. She makes it back around to the drivers side before she's pinned up against her car door.

"I love it when they run," he whispers against her ear. She can almost feel the smirk that she knows he wears.

"Get off of me Stefan," she bites, trying to sound like she's not scared.

"Fiesty aren't we today."

"Get off."

"Say please and I'll think about it," he retorts.

"Hell no."

"Okay," he lets out lightly, not the least bit perturbed. "Have it your way."

He grabs her two hands and holds them firmly behind her back, before pulling back, and moving back towards her house. She struggles to free herself as he ushers her up her driveway like a policeman. He reaches in front of her to throw the front door open and she is instantly reminded of last nights attack. He walks her inside and she is terrified of a possible repeat.

"Relax a little, damn it, your hearts bout to jump out of your fucking chest."

"Well maybe if you quit manhandling me I could calm down," she snaps.

He's quiet for a moment, before he ushers her into her kitchen. Her front hits the side of her island counter before he releases his hold on her. She turns around, but his hands are placed on either side of the counter, trapping her.

"Do you mind?"

He smiles. "Actually I do."

She sighs trying to calm her fear, and also her anger.

"What do you want Stefan?" she tiredly asks.

He looks down at her, his face scrunched up in a theatrical way. "You know Bonnie, I'm not quite sure... all I know is Elena left with Damon this morning and I came here."

"Well you came to the wrong place Stefan. After what you did..." her eyes close and she trails off for a moment before opening them again. "You're no longer welcome here."

He laughs at the raw emotion her words emit before moving even closer to her. "I don't give a damn, Bonnie," he let's out huskily. "If you only knew how much I really don't fucking care, you'd be amazed."

His eyes close at their proximity, and at her smell, as his head tilts back to that familiar crook of her neck. She tenses.

"Relax, I'm not gonna fucking bite you."

"How would I know?" she lets out angrily.

She feels his lips play at her neck. His mouth nibbles along her skin, and he wonders why he's torturing himself. Even her skin taste good, not nearly as good her blood, but pleasant, and on some level, natural.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie lets out. She feels his mouth on her skin, she feels his small kisses and she doesn't know what to think. This is Stefan. All she can think is 'what the heck is he doing'. She freaks. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" he chuckles against her skin, before kissing her shoulder.

"That. Stop doing that," she commands.

"Don't think I want to," he absentmindedly lets out as his right hand moves from the counter to under her white blouse.

His cold hand meets her warm skin and she shrieks. "Don't touch me."

He ignores her, his hand moving further up her skin and cupping one of her bra-covered breast. His breath hitches at this. "I was thinking about Elena...and Damon," he darkly lets out as his gray eyes meet her green ones, holding her gaze. "About what they do...when I'm not there." He groans. "Do you think she lets him touch her like this?"

"Stefan please stop," her eyes plead with his. His gray eyes seem somewhat dazed and she wonders if he even hears her. "Elena has done nothing but kiss Damon, Stefan. She still loves you. She doesn't want to hurt you."

"But she already has Bonnie," he replies, and she sees the sorrow in his eyes. She hears the hurt in his voice. "She already has," he whispers against her neck before he bites into her skin.

A little noise escapes her mouth and her eyes close as she just takes it. She just stands there and listens to him swallow her blood, moaning when he moves away a moment later.

"I'm sorry," he pleads with her as his eyes meet hers once more. "I just couldn't help myself." Her blood is all over his mouth and she wants to turn away from him but she doesn't.

He looks so broken, and she just wants to ask him what's wrong. What's happened to him. Where is the Stefan that she used to call friend. "Stefan-"

"Don't," he cuts her off, looking vehemently down at her. "Don't even fucking go there Bonnie. I don't need your pity, in fact I don't need anything from you except for your blood." His eyes are hard as he looks her over, and she shivers. "I think you're bloods the best I've had," he whispers, though she can tell it wasn't meant for her to hear. He presses his lips to her neck once more, pressing a soft kiss there before pulling back though. She's more than a little relieved.

"I'll see you around Bennett." He pulls away from her all together, strolling casually to her door.

"Stefan," she hesitates when he turns around but she finally gets the courage. "Please don't do this again. Please, I can't take it. Just leave me alone," she begs.

"Bonnie, I'm sorry but that's completely out of the question," he replies. "You see Damon has my Elena right now, and I just can't accept that. It fucking kills me," he lets out. His finger hits harshly against his chest in emphasis. "But if he's gonna have her, than I'm gonna have someone too, you."

"But Damon actually has feelings for Elena Stefan, you..." her eyes meet his, "I feel like you're just using me, to escape your pain."

He stares back at her, his face void of emotion, before turning around and making his way out of her house. "That's exactly what I'm doing."

A/N: Thanks for reading! I sincerely hope that this chapter did not disappoint! And I also hope that you guys will be kind to me and review. Only one more chapter! Yay! It's funny because I'm totally just writing this as I go. No plans really, but some general ideas. Hope you guys like how it ends.