Damon pulled the car over to the curb outside of Bonnie's home. "Well this is you", he said as he put the gear in park. She looked out of the window to the home she inherited from her grandmother. This particular home was one that she actually grew up in part time while her parents were battling in a nasty divorce. She had liked to stay with her grams to get away from the drama of being yanked back and forth between her mom and dad.

"Yep. This is me", Bonnie was much mellow now, as opposed to earlier. She picked up her jacket that she had lying on her lap and she put it on to cover up the dried blood that was on the collar of her shirt. She looked over at Damon who had glanced at her at the same time. She figured that she couldn't be mad at him anymore, not now. Not after everything they had gone through in the day.

For once, Damon Salvatore had risked his own life to save hers. Six months ago he probably would have sacrificed her life for a new bearskin rug to place under his coffee table. She wanted to smile, but she didn't. She wasn't going to show him that he was completely off the hook. After all, she was convinced that he really had no clue why she was mad.

He didn't understand how she was feeling inside, about him. Hell, she didn't even understand why the certain appeal to him either. She was irritated previously because she thought their kiss would have cemented the deal, but she only ended up hanging off of a weak limb. She caught herself thinking, Damon really is making the effort to be a good guy. Then she realized that it was all for Elena.

Damon reached his hand out for her to shake. "Friends", he said.

Bonnie looked at his lone hand extended at her. Then she thought about the way he looked at her when he said the word "friends". It was adorable the way his eyes lit up. His dimples were irresistible, and made it so hard not to squeeze his cheeks. It was like they were two preschool kids that just bonded after teaming up to triumph over the schoolyard bully.

She smirked, "You don't get off that easily". She decided she was going to play this whole thing up. She couldn't become vulnerable to Damon, she just couldn't. She had to protect herself, her feelings.

She opened the passenger door and got out. "Goodbye Damon", and she closed the door. He shook his head as he started the car. He had been alive almost two hundred years and he was beginning to think that he'd never understand how women work. Bonnie was being nothing short of a Rubik's cube and he could not figure out her pattern.

Then she forgot something. "Oh Damon, wait", she bent down and leaned into the window of the car. "What's up", he asked. She chose her words wisely, "Umm… Let's not mention certain things about this weekend to anyone, ok"?

Damon winked, "Of course not. We're on the same page".

"Good", and she walked away. Damon started his car and drove off.

Bonnie headed down the long concrete path through the yard and up to her porch. Through her left ear she heard the rumble of Damon's car turn the corner and through her right ear she heard somebody calling out to her, "Bonnie".

She looked over to see that it was her on-again-off-again ex-boyfriend Jeremy. In her mind she cursed the moment. His timing couldn't have been any worse. He ran up the porch steps and right into her personal space.

"Bonnie, was that Damon's car? Were you just with Damon". He marched over with his arms flailing in a heap of disappointment. His approach was indication enough that she was about to go on an emotional wild ride.

"Why does it matter Jeremy? I don't owe you an explanation".

"Damon is an asshole, you don't need to be dealing with him". Bonnie had found this to be very ironic. The fact that her ex was the most selfish, controlling, insecure, and inconsiderate individual to ever have two legs to stand on. Not to mention he was abusive mentally and physically as well as a routine drug user.

In fact, he was high off of some type of substance at the very moment. This was evident through his choppy speech and glossy eyes, and the guy could barely hold himself up.

"We're not together anymore Jeremy". Bonnie was trying to keep her cool. However, she didn't know how long she would be able to keep it all together. She ultimately had reached her breaking point with Jeremy months ago when she last saw him.

"We agreed we're taking a break, but I don't like the idea of you hanging out with him. That just isn't right", It was clear that Jeremy really didn't have a valid reason for his disapproval of her spending time with Damon, other than the fact that Damon had a penis of his very own and the slightest chance that Damon attempted to use it on Bonnie did not settle good with him.

"Well Jeremy, if I could just be honest. I don't think we need to ever be together again. I'm ready to move on. I'm over all of the bullshit I have to go through with you. I'm tired of it and I want to move on past this, without you". Bonnie figured this was the most straightforward way to lay this onto him. She was praying that he would take this all in stride.

"I thought we were getting through this". All of his efforts were just pointless at this point. He was beating a dead horse.

"Getting through this? Look at you"! Bonnie threw her hands out at him. "You're fucking high. You're always on some type of drug. You have been since Anna died. I'm not going to just be an instrument to use to be able to cope over your dead previous girlfriend. You're never going to recover from it and I'm sorry, but I have to think of myself for once".

"That's not true Bonnie".

"But it is Jeremy. And then there's the cheating. I catch you with a new girl every week".

Jeremy sighed; he couldn't respond because it was an undeniable fact.

"I'm not going to look past it anymore", Bonnie continued.

"You know I love you Bonnie, and no one else".

"If you loved me Jer, you would come be with me every night. Not with some other girls where you can't even manage to remember their name".

"I swear to you Bonnie, this new year I'm going to get my shit together. It's all about you. I'm going to change for you".

"You said that last year Jeremy. I'm done hearing it. Leave! Good-bye"!

Bonnie attempted to end the conversation and head into her house, but Jeremy grabbed onto her arm before she could completely turn away.

"Let me go", she tried to pull away from him.

"I'm not done talking to you", he started to squeeze hard so that she would submit to him.

"Ouch Jeremy. Stop! I don't want to hurt you", she threatened him.

Jeremy kept squeezing.

"Jeremy, I'm warning you". The two of them got into a tug war. The only way Bonnie was going to break from this was if she resorted to harsher measures. With her free hand she palmed Jeremy right in the nose, enough to make him holler. "Bonnie, you bitch"! Next, with a flick of her wrist she sent Jeremy soaring into the air. He was projected several feet landing flat on his back in the front lawn, bloody nose included.

Bonnie stood atop of the porch looking down at what she had done to this feeble minded boy. He remained on his back with his arms and legs spread out. His current state of intoxication only weighed him down even more. She truly felt bad. This was the first time she ever decided to retaliate against Jeremy's abuse, but she was fed up. She turned away to go into her home, hoping that he'd just sober up and leave.