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My Beta is somewhat busy right now, so all mistakes are mine. I apologize in advance for them. Chapter is a bit shaky, but I hope you enjoy it anyways. Feedback is always appreciated.
IIIII
Bonnie had always be an attentive student, listening to the teacher, jotting down notes - you name it. Only it was very difficult to concentrate on the lesson when she was too busy trying to stifle memories of last night's events whilst channelling anger at the same time.
Plus Damon Salvatore was it? Wasn't making it easier for her. The guy kept rolling up his sleeves, pushing back his hair and generally being gorgeous. Yes, he took an adjective and made it a verb, that's really how good the guy was. And Bonnie? In her rage she just wanted to rip his shirt off and run her tongue over his chest. It was the only why she could fathom expressing her anger right now.
How could she have been so irresponsible? Granted her mistake was a good looking, sex god but it was still a mistake nevertheless. The kind of mistake that should have her left shamed face and appalled instead of uncomfortably hot and on edge.
Her musings were interrupted when a none to gentle shove from Caroline, nearly dislocated her shoulder.
But before she could voice her displeasure, Damon directed his next question to her.
"Miss Bennett, I'm quite tolerant but I really don't appreciate talking in my class while I'm giving a lecture," Damon said sternly, but Bonnie would bet her left lung he winked at her.
Gaping at the accusation, she began to retort, "But I-"
"Back chatting too?" he asked as he pulled out a small notebook from his back pocket. "I do believe two transgressions warrant a detention?" Damon asked as he glanced over his book at her.
Bonnie couldn't believe the nerve of him, was this some twisted game? She didn't do detention. Detention and Bonnie didn't coexist period, "But I wasn't talking!" she exclaimed, "Ask Caroline if you don't believe me!"
But Damon only shook his head a frown on his face, "Now you're trying to get your friend to lie for you?"he asked, "Really Billie, I expected more from you."
"It's Bonnie!" Bonnie snapped.
"Thanks, wouldn't want to misspell the name on the detention list," he drawled making a note before turning back to the board, "Now... where were we before Miss Talkative disrupted us?
Slumping into her chair, Bonnie folded her arms over her chest. She couldn't believe the injustice of it all. Silently she swore her vengeance.
"That's it, I'm changing subjects!" Bonnie declared, eyes narrowed and fists clenched as they walked to their lockers after History.
"Why?"Elena asked, looking at her with concern.
"You even have to ask?!"Bonnie demanded.
Had she been the only one to notice the unjustified detention?!
Elena sighed, "Come on Bonnie, I doubt he's really going to give you that detention," she said.
"That's beside the point Elena, he was totally out of line," Bonnie said angrily, "Reprimanding me like I was some disruptive teenager!"
"Well that's what you get for being so noisy," Caroline chided, "I gave you a soft nudge and you all but ate my head."
"I turned my head for just a second," Bonnie exclaimed. That creep had probably been eyeing her. She concluded mentally, "It was so fast it even gave me whiplash."
"And me a hair slap," Caroline said sardonically, "Thanks for the breakfast by the way, Garnier cuisine is right at the top of my favourite foods."
Bonnie rolled her eyes, she had bigger problems to worry about than why Caroline had been sitting in class with her mouth open.
"Well my mind is made up, he's a vile teacher and I don't think I can stand to be in his class for a year," she stated yanking open her locker.
"But Bons, he's a great teacher," Elena tried.
Caroline nodded, "I've learnt more about history in his class then I did my whole school career," she added.
"That's because you slept through all your previous classes," Bonnie deadpanned making sure to shove her history textbook at the furthest corner of her locker.
"Because he was entertaining," Caroline said, "Which you would have realised if you weren't busy whipping your hair back and forth!"
Bonnie knew exactly how entertaining her history teacher could be, the love bite near her jugular was proof enough. There was no way she could tell Elena about last night now, it would be too awkward. Now she just had to find a plausible reason besides her dislike for Damon to change classes, without Elena getting suspicious.
"Besides I don't like history," she lied.
"What happened to history being the very thing that shaped our present?"Caroline asked in a wary tone.
Bonnie mentally kicked herself, she'd forgotten that.
"It's in the past, it became history!" she retorted as she grabbed her Maths books. From the corner of her eye she didn't miss the looks Elena and Caroline exchanged. "Besides he is obviously an unfit teacher," She added.
"Bon's aren't you being a bit dramatic?" Elena asked her, ever the voice of reason.
Bonnie shook her head, mind already made up. Elena and Caroline couldn't begin to understand the predicament she'd found herself in and she'd make sure they stayed oblivious. She'd never live it down otherwise.
"So I just have to tick the box next to the subject I'm transferring too?" Bonnie asked hours later at the Principle's secretary's office. She was having a hard time containing her glee, her problem was about to become history. No pun intended.
Miss Brown nodded, "And get signatures from both teachers, "she said.
"Both teachers?" she asked dumbly.
"Well yes, the one whose class you're leaving and the one whose class you're transferring too," she patiently explained, "Though I'm quite surprised you're leaving history..."
Bonnie gulped. Somehow Miss Brown must know, it must be written all over her that she had sex with her teacher. Granted at the time she hadn't known he was her teacher, but no one would care about that. They'd just see her for the one night slut, she'd become.
Oblivious to Bonnie's inner turmoil Miss Brown continued, "We've been having trouble with students wanting to transfer into that class rather than leave it," she paused to release a wishful sigh before adding, "Can't say I blame those students. Mr Salvatore is quite the good looker," she added with a wink.
Bonnie tried not to barf in her mouth. Miss Brown had no right to be winking suggestively like that. It was wrong and it gave her the creeps.
"Er okay, thank you Miss Brown," she said as she held the slip in her hand. Now all she had to do was get those signatures... that's all. She mentally told herself. Yet she couldn't quite stave off the doubt that lingered at the back of her mind. Somehow she doubted it would be that easy.
Fixing her bag strap she walked out the office and into the corridor. Thankfully as it was lunch time, not a lot of students were loitering in it. But those that were hanging about, made her feel uneasy. Every time someone glanced at her, she felt as if they were judging her. That somehow they knew she wasn't as innocent as she looked.
After all, students who slept with their teachers were wicked. Well that's what Bonnie used to think until she fell under that statistic. Was she wicked now? Would she have to change her denims for short inappropriate pleated skirts with thigh high socks? Chew bubblegum in class while throwing Damon provocative looks?
Bonnie this isn't a Britney Spears music video. She mentally chided herself as she neared her history classroom. Nothing has to change. You made a mistake and now, now you were fixing it. She exhaled slowly.
Yes, she could fix this.
With the slip clutched in her hand, Bonnie took one last calming breath before walking to the door that was slightly ajar. After a brief knock, she peered behind the door.
"Really?" she blurted in disbelieve.
Damon who'd been lazing in his chair, a flask in hand didn't even start at her intrusion, instead he threw her a grin, "You just couldn't stay away from all this," he said wagging his eyebrows suggestively, "I don't know about you, but I'm game for another round."
Glaring at him, Bonnie shut the door behind her, "Do you want the whole hallway to hear you?"she hissed. What if someone was passing by? Didn't he know that all rumours originated from gossips who had mastered the art of eavesdropping?
He leered at her openly, "I just love when you talk dirty."
"The only thing dirty is your mind," Bonnie snapped, "besides I'm not here to talk about that."
Damon arched an eyebrow, "No?"
"No, as far as I'm concerned it never happened," she stated calmly. And maybe if she repeated it a million times, she'd also be able convince herself.
"Oh I get it," Damon began as he stood up, "You're here for a refresher course."
Bonnie blinked, "A what?"
"Refresher course," Damon repeated, inching forward with each word, "You know, like a redo of last night..."
Bonnie bristled, the nerve of the man! Squaring her shoulders, she took a calming breath before she spoke again, "No, I came to give you this," she said thrusting the slip of paper at him.
If Mr Salvatore refused to be mature about this, then she'd be the reasonable adult. And adults don't allow themselves to get baited into meaningless banter.
Damon rolled his eyes, "Seriously a love letter?" he asked before he ran his eyes over said note.
Bonnie observed him from the corner of her eye, noting how his eyebrows arched higher the further down he read. She was certain had he continued reading they would have disappeared into his hairline.
"So basically you need my permission as well?" he asked her, far too calmly. Bonnie didn't like his tone at all.
"Apparently," she muttered.
"Well isn't that unfortunate," Damon said as he began to tear the sheet of paper up.
"What the hell?!" Bonnie demanded, eyes wide with disbelieve.
"I'm simply getting rid of this ridiculous note," he said as he walked to the wastebasket and threw the pieces inside.
It was like watching her last shred of hope being shredded then discarded. Her eyes bore witness to this, but her brain had yet to catch up. Did he just...did he just refuse for her to exchange classes?!
"You can't do that!" she managed when she regained her voice.
"Tear up paper?" he asked nonchalant, "There's really no trick to it, all you have to do is-"
"Don't play dumb," Bonnie snapped, cutting him off. "You know what I mean."
Damon stepped forward, a crooked grin on his face, "And what exactly do you mean Bonnie?" he all but purred as he traced her quivering jaw with a finger.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Focus Bonnie! You are better than this... this delicious torture. Clenching her teeth, Bonnie slapped his hand away from her face, "I refuse to be in a class where I'll be sexually harassed," she gritted out.
The jerk laughed, "Sexually harassed?" he asked, clearly amused, "What a dirty mind you have Miss Bennett. See I simply thought you'd be getting a purely academic education. But obviously your Sex Ed teacher is a slacker. Fear not, I'm willing to tutor you," he said, inching his face closer to her's, "But only if you ask nicely."
It was a game to him. Bonnie realised as she stared him down. He thought it was amusing, pushing her buttons like this. She scoffed, taking a step back.
"You're delusional, Mr Salvatore," she spat out, "I have no intention of pursing a sexual relationship with you."
"And you Miss Bennett are a horrible liar," he quipped as he walked to his desk, picking up his flask, "Good thing you're much better at..." he paused from dramatic effect, "At other more solicitous behaviour."
"Fuck you, Mr Salvatore," Bonnie hissed. Usually she avoided cussing out her teachers, but she felt this was an exception.
"Oh but you did... repeatedly," Damon said with a grin.
Curling her fingers, Bonnie shot him a glare before turning on her heels and storming towards the door. She needed to leave, her blood was boiling. She felt hot, uncomfortable and too damn confused.
The man incensed her or was it excite? What was wrong with her? She wondered, trying to calm her racing heart.
"I have this fantasy my little succubus," Damon said stopping her in her stride. Bonnie paused and looked at him over her shoulder.
"And in order for it to play out, I need you in this class on my desk...naked."