A/N Okay so I originally wrote this story without the prologue but I wanted you guys to understand the complexity of Bonnie's and Damon's relationship! It is gonna be one hell of a rocky ride, but then, TV dramas have always been…dramatic. So the story is no different, because it's based on it

So, on with the story!

Bonnie's POV

"And then… he just gave me back the friendship bracelet I made him," Elena wept. "He was so… in your face! About it!" And Katherine and her friends were there and they saw what happened and they kept laughing at me and… Bonnie, it was awful!"

I plastered a sympathetic smile onto my face as I patted Elena on her shoulder. It had been nearly six months since I had to do a 'comforting' session with Elena like this, but luckily, I was well-prepared.

Like how I always stocked the kitchen with low-fat lemon sorbet and chocolate milk whenever we ran out.

Elena sat on my bed, a soaked tissue in one hand and a glass of chocolate milk in the other. She blew her nose, drank all the milk in one gulp and continued tearfully with her tale of woe. "Well, maybe I should have suspected something when I saw him flirting with Katherine! But I thought since we had been together for so long, it was a sign that he was more or less ready to settle down into a proper relationship, and so the flirting meant nothing. But then…" she set the glass down onto my dressing table with a clang and started furiously spooning lemon sorbet into her mouth. "What did I do wrong, Bonnie?"

I poured out a fresh glass of chocolate milk and handed her a clean tissue. She took it, tossing the dirty tissue onto the floor and blowing her nose loudly on the new one. Well Bonnie, you're in for one heck of a cleaning up job…

How did my speech go again? I frowned, trying to remember. Every month or so, Elena always turned up on my doorstep crying and sobbing like her entire wardrobe had caught fire and she had lost all her clothes. Up till then, I had always assumed that that was the only situation that could move my clothes-crazy friend's icy, cold hear and make her wail so piteously. The first time she showed up like this I had nearly called the police, convinced that a mad serial killer was murdering her family and that she had somehow escaped and ran to me for help.

But when I tried to get her to tell me what had happened, she simply stormed into my kitchen, still wailing. And when I entered the kitchen and tried to approached her, her back was too me and she was making a weird, gurgly, choking, snuffling sound. For a moment I thought she was possessed. Uneasiness settled into the pit of my stomach. I grabbed a carving knife and crept towards her stealthily. I don't know whatever made her turn around, but she did, and when she did, I saw that she had been pigging out on a tub of low-fat lemon sorbet that my mom had recently bought. There was sorbet smeared all around her lips, and there was snot and tears all over her face. It was the only time when I had seen her face the slightest bit blemished. If I had taken a picture of her then I could have made a fortune selling it to my fellow students at Robert E Lee high.

But anyway, when she spotted the knife, her mouth dropped opened and the whole tub of lemon sorbet, as well as the spoon, when crashing to the floor.

"B-B-Bonnie!" she choked out, eyeing the knife nervously. "W-What are you doing?"

I blushed, lowering the knife sheepishly.

"I, uh…" I mumbled.

Elena looked at me, her famous baby blues round with fright. Okay, make that lapis lazuli blues. They looked swollen and red from crying. Her lips were pinched, as though trying to stop them trembling. She didn't look like the coolly beautiful Elena Gilbert that set the fashion trends of Mystic Falls at all. For once, she looked weak, defeated and vulnerable.

I immediately set the knife down. "Elena?"

She gave me a watery look, then ran forward to hug me, sending the melting sorbet on the floor sliding across the once clean kitchen tiles in every direction. As she sobbed bitterly in my arms, I patted her soothingly on her back. "There, there, Elena. What's wrong?"

Between heaving sobs, she told me that she had broken up with her boyfriend of that time, a jock whose name I could no longer recall. As I tried to comfort her, we went through another tub of lemon sorbet and a whole carton of chocolate milk.

We ended up sitting on the sticky floor until nearly 11pm at night. After Elena had finally stopped crying we cleaned up the mess and disposed of the garbage. That day, she spent the night in a sleeping bag by my bed.

"Look, Elena, Derek is sooo not cool if he dumped you like this. And maybe your relationship lasted six months, but you should really find a guy that can commit to more than that. And hello, you're Elena Gilbert. You so call the shots in any relationship. Are you going to let this little obstacle stand in your way?"

Elena looked blank. "Obstacle?"

"The fact that you may be thinking about abstaining from boys because someone dumped you." I folded my arms. "Do you think your relationship with Derek could have last?"

Elena stared woodenly at the glass of chocolate milk.

"Elena?"

She hiccoughed, then thought for a moment.

"No, not really," she said, shaking her head regretfully. I knew Derek, or I thought I did. But even then that was enough to tell me that Derek was scared of commitment. So no, I guess I didn't really expected the relationship to last."

" Good," I said firmly. "it means you are not yet totally lost in the throes of love."

Elena blinked at me. "You did not just say that."

"Oh I did," I muttered. "Feeling better now?

Elena sighed and nodded. "Thanks for the food and comfort, Bon." She rummaged through her cosmetics bag for her eyeliner and eyeshadow, since hers had been cried all off. I cleared the snotty tissues and the empty glasses. "Anytime. I'll follow you home if you want?"

"Are you sure?" Elena asked. "It's late."

"I'll be fine, you should be more worried about yourself. What if some mad serial killer came when you decided to break down again in the middle of the street?"

Elena rolled her eyes. "Silly Bonnie," she grinned.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Dafty Lany."

"Dafty?"

"Silly?"

"That isn't even a word, Bon," Elena said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her coat. "Honestly, Bonnie. You don't have to follow me home. I'll be fine."

"S'alright, really. My mum wants me to drop by the 24 hour super mart anyway. We do need more milk for tomorrow."

Elena blinked. "Bonnie, I highly doubt that I would have hooked up with a guy and broken up with him by tomorrow night."

"I'm so sure," I muttered, then added in a louder voice. "My family needs the milk for breakfast, doofus."

"Ah. Right. Of course."

We walked silently down the empty streets, until Elena broke the silence.

"Speaking about boyfriends…"

"Were we?"

She ignored my jibe. "Have you ever thought of dating, Bonnie?"

"What?" I asked, appalled.

"I mean, like, get a real boyfriend. Someone that you can only date exclusively."

"Ew, Elena, I don't think that 's a good idea."

Elena looked exasperated. "Is it because of your parents' and my influence?"

"Won't you like to know," I muttered, though what she said was true. My parents were divorced, and Elena switched boyfriends so quickly it made me wonder if people who were married really could commit to their partner at all. It was largely due to this reasons why I preferred not to date.

"Why don't you just try to date someone anyway? Like Matt Honeycutt?" Elena pressed. "He's decent."

I blinked at Elena. "No offence, Elena, but I rather not date the guys you used to go out with. If I wanted to go out with someone, I want to be their first choice, not their second. Okay?"

Elena thought for a long, long time after that. "What about Damon Salvatore?" she blurted. "I haven't been out with him before!"

"Are you serious?" I nearly yelped. "I don't even know him! And besides, he's in a gang!"

Even though I hardly knew Damon Salvatore, I had heard a lot about him. Practically everyone in Mystic Falls had heard of Damon Salvatore. He and his brother Stefan were the two totally hot sons of the principal of the most affluent private school in Virginia. Because of their father's high status, they could do whatever they want in school and get away with it. It was partly this that they formed a gang consisting of them and two other boys- immunity from prosecution, so to speak.

"They aren't those gang types. It's not like they carry knives or spot tattoos or anything. They just have this group thing to rule the school, that's all. And you could get to know him. I used to date on of the guys on his gang. They call themselves the 'Salvatores.'

I rolled my eyes. "How distinguished."

Elena sighed. "Fine, forget I even asked."

We walked in silence till we came to her street. "Nigh, Bonnie," Elena called as she walked up the path to her house.

"Night, Lany."

She flashed me a smile as she ducked inside her house.

I continued my journey to the super mart. It was late at night and very, very dark. The streets were totally deserted. I glance at my watch and swore under my breath. It was nearly eleven. I quickly ran the rest of the way to the super mart, but to my horror, it was shut? What the fuck? The super mart was supposed to be opened 24/7. Then I saw the note taped to the door. The owner had had to run his son to the hospital because of a skateboard Ollie gone wrong. Great. I sighed. I now had to walked all the way back to my place, which was a 15 minute journey. But…

I stared at the dark alley opposite the super mart.

The alley- it was a scary place. Elena and I usually avoided it, even in the day. It looked totally scary at night, a total wall of darkness in front of me. But then, the other way was to skirt around the posh estate of Mystic Falls. It will take longer and I certainly didn't fancy being out so long. Also, it was cold.

Okay, Bonnie. Let's do this.

I walked briskly towards the alley, my teeth chattering a little. Goodness, it was cold! I swore the mercury dropped a little more as I entered the dark domain. There were a few broken streetlights as I cautiously navigated my way past the general junk littered on the ground. People tended to use this alley to dump their unwanted furniture of trash.

I had barely walked a few steps when I heard a voice. Deep, dark and menacing. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I focused on the voice. There were more than one. I quickened my footsteps, stumbling forward a little.

Then I saw them. Four boys standing in a circle around a hunched figure on the ground.

"More Derek, or do you know your mistake by now?" I heard one voice asked. Derek? Elena's ex?

Derek glanced up at his tormentor, clearly in pain. But the look on his face was defiant. "I thought you and Katherine were over now," he spat.

SLAP

The standing guy had slapped Derek across the face and I flinched. My instincts were screaming for me to run, but I seemed rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away from the terrible scene before me. It seemed so degrading, like kicking a dog.

The tormentor was now leaning very, very close to Derek's face. "Katherine is mine," he snarled

Derek smirked. "That's what you think."

The bully gritted his teeth. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be screaming for mercy."

Derek smiled. " I'm not the only one who will be screaming."

"What do you mean?" the bully asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Last night, I managed to have Katherine screaming my name in ten minutes," he said, clearly enjoying the look on his bully's face. "Oh man. She fucking gave me the best blow job I ever had in my life. And I …returned the favour…"

There was a silence. Thenn-

"You're. Dead."

It was like a signal. Suddenly, all four of them attacked Derek, punching and hitting every part of him they could touch. I gasped in horror as he writhed in pain. Although I hated him for cheating on Elena, I couldn't just leave him there. He may get himself killed.

"STOP!"

I was acutely aware of my own voice, but it did the trick. The boys stopped hitting Derek, who lay on the ground, barely clinging to consciousness. I watched with terrified eyes as his tormentor straightened slowly. He turn to me, and I finally recognized him.

Damon Salvatore shot me an evil smile. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

A/N how was it? Please tell me your opinions in a review!