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I bet you guys thought I was dead or something. I honestly didn't mean to leave you guys hanging. But I was trying to figure out the best way to go from there. If you had watch the show, the heroine throws money at the hero as payment for the CLEANING of the shoes. But I think I want Bonnie to do something different, hmmm…

So put away your pitchforks and torches and wait for me to finish this story before killing me or something. If not, who will do the writing? xD

BPOV

The moment the ice cream touched his disgusting face, he went down, mostly due to the shock of my assault.

I expect, with the fact that I had reduced the great Damon Salvatore to a messed up heap by my feet, I will be feeling all-powerful and exhilarated or something of that nature.

Instead, what I was thinking of was: Ugh, what a waste of ice cream.

I mean, I wasn't exactly going to cry over the fact that Damon Salvatore had been utterly humiliated by a girl a good head shorter than him in front of his three friends, all of whom were supposed to look to him as a leader or something. As such, I was actually feeling pretty satisfied. I had pretty much struck a blow for bullied kids everywhere (namely, Tyler). If only I had a camera with me at the moment. The expression of his face with the ice cream slowly dripping down onto his stupid, expensive coat was priceless, literally. Who would have expected the son of such an affluent business man to be reduced to such a pathetic heap? The paps will have a field day.

I drop the sticky cone onto the ground. Having served its purpose, all the ice cream was now on my nemesis' face and hair and the only part salvageable about it was the cone. I was tempted to force it into the ice cream in his hair, but when I looked at his expression, I decided that that was not wise. I wasn't afraid of bullies- from young, all those lectures about bullies simply being cowards with low esteem had been severely drilled into me by my over protective mother, who was very worried that I wouldn't be able to handle the teasing about my petite frame. And Damon Salvatore and his friends, judging by the way they went about treating people, were bullies. So I kept telling myself that when I forced myself to look him in the eye.

Like those weird out videos showing flowers slowly opening their petals, Damon's face went from pale white to an embarrassed flushed red, before turning into a deep plum color that contrasted oddly with the melting ice cream all over his T-zone. His eyes, already as black as midnight, seemed to burn through me like lasers. My mind was telling me to feel scared, but I simply felt disgusted.

"Now, I hope you don't want me to lick your face clean for you."

The words hung in the air between us. The tension solidified into a thick, impenetrable block as Damon glared at me from the ground, with what seemed like hate in his eyes. And a flicker of something else. Something that seemed like…respect.

Then the flicker was gone. It was so quick; I thought I had imagined it.

"Because," I continued remorselessly. "I usually prefer to keep my mouth away from slime. And I don't mean the ice cream."

Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out some tissues, the swimming cap and the pair of goggles Elena had bought to school for me to wear earlier. I had used them for swimming, and both were still damp. Without taking my gaze of Damon, I flung the items down next to him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Elena give me a quizzical look.

"I'm not going to pay for the shoes, because you ruined my ice cream and my day in general, so we are even," I very nearly growled. "However, you can have the tissues to clean yourself up. And if you think they aren't good for your sensitive skin, try disguising yourself with the goggles and cap. I pretty much guarantee no one could tell who you are. And if you want to go home incognito, I suggest you get rid of this three." I pointed at Sage, Stefan and Shinichi. "That's way too conspicuous. Now, if you don't mind, Elena and I are going to salvage what's left of our so far extremely miserable day. I very much hope we don't see each other again."

Before Damon could give a response, I grabbed Elena's elbow and stomped off briskly, in the direction of the exit. But after a few steps, I paused and turned to the three boys who were now helping Damon to his feet. Stefan stared at me, but Sage seemed to be fighting back a grin, and Shinichi gave me a small wink. I was guessing that they had been highly entertained by what had happened between Damon and I, and it gave me the impression that maybe they just weren't mindless slaves of Damon Salvatore after all. Because present in all their expressions were new found respect. Even Stefan. There was a twinkle in his green eyes that made him seemed like he was silently thanking me for what I did to Damon.

"By the way," I said, blithely speaking over Damon. "I want my cap and goggles back after today."

They didn't reply, but Stefan gave a tiny nod that none of the others noticed.

Hiding my smile, Elena and I continued towards the school's exit. Once we were safely out of earshot, Elena suddenly burst out into uncontrollable giggles. My cheeks were hurting after trying to contain my laughter for so long. We held onto each other helplessly as we laughed our fill. Whenever Damon's face surfaced in my memory I would be so overcome I burst into laughter once more. Luckily, there seemed to be nobody around to notice our behavior. Finally, Elena and I leaned against the gates of the school, giggling feebly and wiping the tears from our faces.

"My stomach hurts," gasped Elena, still chuckling. She dabbed at her eyes with a damp handkerchief. "Oh, Bonnie! I can't believe you stood up for me!" She screamed the sentence and whirled around to face me. "You just stood up to Damon Salvatore! Ohmigoshohmigosh, I can't believe it."

"Woah, calm down, Elena," I rolled my eyes. "It was time someone did something. People just let him get away with things all the time."

Elena sobered immediately. Her lapis lazuli eyes dimmed, and a shadow of worry fell over her pretty features. "I'm really glad you did that for me, Bonnie," she mumbled. "But…he's not going to forget or forgive this in a hurry, Bonnie."

"I know that," I said, trying to feel brave, but the rush of my behavior was gone and now I felt worried, especially since I had witnessed firsthand what had happened to Tyler AND Derek. "I don't mind, Elena, honestly. I just have to make sure I have an ice cream cone with me all the time." I tried to make a joke out of it to calm both her and myself down, but the fear on her face remained.

"You have to keep a low profile now, Bonnie. I don't care how much he and his friends provoke you. They are vicious. You saw how messed up Derek and Tyler was."

"Well, not all of them," I said, remembering Shinichi's wink and Sage's smile. "Honestly, Elena, it sorta looked like Shinichi and Sage were enjoying the fact that I had embarrassed their leader."

Elena frowned. "Yes, I saw that but that doesn't mean that they are nice people. It's their reflex reaction. They enjoy seeing anyone in trouble or in pain. It's like some twisted form of entertainment to them. Listen to me this time, Bon. Stay away from them. Hopefully, they won't think of getting back at you for this because you are a new student and all, but even then, the chances are slim."

"Gee, I'm glad you have so much confidence in me," I huffed. "I can take care of myself, Elena. Remember my roundhouse kick?"

Like I had expected, a smile spread over Elena's face. My roundhouse kick was famous throughout Mystic Falls. Nearly every boy that had hurt Elena had experienced it. It had became my signature move over the years, perfected after hours spent in from of the television, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer do it over and over again. I may look petite, but I know how to deliver a kick with style. Swimming helps.

"Alright," she sighed. "C'mon, it's late and I want to do some art. Let's go."

"Art?" I asked curiously as we set off. "What art?"

Her eyes twinkled. "Oh, just a certain boy's reaction when someone threw ice cream in his face."

I thought for awhile. "Okay then. Let's hurry."

We were nearly two hours late returning home though, because we were lost in the unfamiliar posh neighborhood. Every single house seemed identical. The limo had bought both Elena and I to school so we hadn't have noticed the surroundings. After wandering around for ages, I finally saw the alley that the bordered the upper class neighborhood and the lower class, the same alley I had first seen Damon. It led almost directly into my neighborhood. Elena and I stumbled through. Luckily, it was still light so they alley wasn't as scary as it should have been.

After biding Elena good bye, I trudged towards my house, where my mom was anxiously waiting for me in the kitchen with her arms folded and a frightening expression on her face.

"Hi, Mom," I said tiredly, falling into a chair and resting my head against the table.

"Where have you been, young lady?" my mom's voice was icily calm. The calm before the storm.

"I…was at school?" I mumbled, making it sound like a question. "Where else would I be?"

My mom looked at the clock. "It's nearly seven. You said you will be back by half past five. Explain yourself."

Uh oh. Suddenly, I felt awake.

"Um…you see, Elena and I got lost…"

"And you didn't think to telephone your panicky mother?" my mom's voice had now reached a strangled pitch.

"Oh…" realization dawned on me as I reached into my pocket for my phone. There were 15 missed calls and 27 angry text messages, all from the same person.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about that," I mumbled, trying to make myself look as apologetic as possible.

My mom closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. "I'm going to forget about this because this is your first day at a new, prestigious school and I don't want to ruin this experience for you."

You didn't, but someone had already done it, I thought, but said, "Thanks mom. I'm sorry about that."

My mom shot me a tired smile. "Do you need my help getting to school tomorrow?"

I shook my head. "No, Elena and I will be going together."

"If you're sure," she replied then left the kitchen.

After I dragged myself to the bathroom for a shower, I sat on my bed and pulled my diary out of the drawer which I usually kept locked.

I didn't write in my diary very often, but after going through the transition from child to teenager I realized that this diary was a very good outlet for my feelings. Especially with all the craziness between Elena and her boyfriends, the stress of divorce between my parents and my teenage hormones, I really needed somewhere to vent all my frustration.

I flipped my diary open. It had been a gift from Elena. She had designed the cover herself, and then had stitched the book together. It was made off what she said was elephant dung paper. It isn't as bad as it sounds. The dung paper felt nice to the touch and it also ensured I was more careful when I was writing. I tend to get carried away sometimes.

So today, a surprise came in the form of a scholarship to Salvatore High School.

I supposed it was really great that both Elena and I made it there, but we both know the real reason as to why.

I really detest those corporate big shots like Giuseppe Salvatore. He is so obviously trying to buy silence with his wealth and power. This was something that went against my morals so I guessed that's why I was so reluctant to accept the scholarship in the first place. I know! It seems stupid of me especially since this school was so awesome and all and there's also this amazing swimming program. But I rather go back to Robert E Lee High instead if people at Salvatore High School were like Damon Salvatore. Honestly, this whole thing was his fault. If he hadn't decided to beat up Derek I wouldn't be at this hell hole of a school.

Okay, maybe that's not totally fair since I kinda accepted the bribe (it looks horrible when I see it this way) but still. He's still the root of the problem.

I can't believe he actually tried to do what he tried to do today. I don't even feel like writing it down, it was so degrading. But anyway, when Elena accidentally spilt ice cream on his fancy shoes, he went all bananas and asked her to lick it clean. So I smashed my ice cream into his face. What a waste of ice cream. Especially since I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. I had to waste it on his pretty (HAR HAR) face.

Needless to say I'm probably screwed now, with his reputation on all. He could be plotting my downfall even as I write this. Well, to hell with him.

Other than that, the school isn't too bad. And I must say, I met the female version of Damon too, aka Ginger. She and her bitchy friends Miranda and Sunny…there's no words to describe them. You could tell from their behavior that they were F4 (Salvatore's gang) groupies. When Elena and I arrived at school this morning there were a huge crowd of groupies screaming Damon's name and waiting for his arrival, ugh. How can anyone like someone who' so MEAN all the time?

It must be his looks. What he lacks in compassion, he makes up for in looks. I mean, even I have to admit he's pretty good looking, and I don't even like that guy.

Yeah, that must be it…

DPOV

"Stop the car, Brooke," I commanded the chauffeur.

Brooke the chauffeur blinked at me. "Sir?"

"You heard me Brooke," I snapped. "Stop the car."

The limo immediately came to a standstill.

I shrugged out of my filthy jacket and handed it to Brooke. "Dump it there, by that bin. Maybe some vagrant will find it and make a fortune with it."

Brooke stared at me in shock. I knew even a dimwit like him could guess how much my jacket had cost. He probably would have kept it and tried to sell it had I not been there with him. Sighing, he got out of the limo.

Sage whistled. "Feeling charitable today, Damon?" he asked, his voice heavily colored in the Italian accent I despised.

"Stop it," I snapped. "You and I both know you can speak English perfectly."

Sage rolled his eyes and smirked. "You like it too, Damon. Admit it," he retorted in a perfectly normal voice.

"Do you want me to lie or tell you the truth?"

Sage shrugged. "No difference."

"Fine. The truth then. No, the accent is not something I like, so quit it."

"You're just jealous because the ladies like it."

"Shut up Sage, or you'll be walking home alone."

Sage shut up.

Stefan and Shinichi ignored us. Shinichi was texting- a girl, it seemed like, because he was grinning at the screen. I wondered who it must be this time. Judging from the size of his smile, it must be someone rich AND pretty this time. While I mentally went through the list of rich and pretty girls that he hadn't taken to bed yet, my eyes fell upon the items that girl – Bunny? Becky? Bonnie- had given me. I glared at the stupid swimming goggles and cap angrily. I knew she had asked me to return them, but I wished that I had remembered to ask Brooke to dump them with my jacket. Looks like I had to wait till I get home.

"Stefan, shove this somewhere where I can't see them," I commanded my brother, handing the two items to him. Stefan, who was staring at something that I couldn't see in his lap, looked up like he had forgotten I was there.

"What?" he asked, blinking rapidly.

I didn't like repeating myself, so I simply threw the stuff at his head. It landed on his lap.

Stefan jumped in his seat as though I had thrown boiling water at him. "Hey!" he protested, snapping out of the stupor that he seemed to be constantly drifting into nowadays. "Watch it!" He hastily shoved whatever he was holding into his pocket and stared at the cap and goggles in disgust. "What do you want me to do with this?

"Burn it, throw it, keep it, gift it, whatever. I don't care. As long as you get it away from me," I snapped.

Stefan rolled his eyes. He stuffed it under the seat and resumed his blank staring outside the window. I stared at him impatiently. He had been very moody lately, almost like a girl with PMS or something. Except maybe he's less irritated and just simply vaguer when spoken too. Luckily for him, this was something which I knew the solution too (unlike a girl's monthlies).

"Hey Stefan, have you heard from Caroline lately?" I asked conversationally.

Stefan whipped around to stare at me, his green eyes wide. "What?"

Sage saved me the trouble from repeating. "Yeah, you never mention her anymore." He grumbled. "I miss her. I thought she said she'll remember us little people when she was famous!"

Shinichi actually tore his eyes away from his cell phone to add his two cents. "Ah, Caroline," he said, putting a hand to his heart. "She's like wine-gets better with age."

Sage stared at him with disgust. "Look, Shinichi, when we need you to sprout corny quotes like that, we'll ask you. You didn't have to tell us."

Shinichi shrugged. "Whatever," he said dismissively, and went back to texting.

"Actually…" Stefan hesitated.

"Well?" I prompted.

"She told me she's coming back to Mystic Falls soon," he blurted.

I sighed in satisfaction while Sage and Shinichi let out a shocked gasp. "No way!" Sage whooped. He high-fived Shinichi, who nearly dropped his phone. You'll have to excuse their exuberance. They honestly admired Caroline, and it wasn't just because she was like hotness incarnate or anything. She was like a big sister to them, having known us since childhood. Caroline was the only one who could effectively control us four boys (with the exception of my elder sister) without any difficulty, and that was saying something. Privately, I thought it was a good thing that she and Stefan got together three years ago and were dating exclusively. She was a soothing influence on him. I mean, not that he was nuts or anything.

"Speaking of which…isn't your sister due back from Japan today?" Sage said slowly, looking at me.

"My sister…AH FUCK!" I screamed, suddenly remembering. Sage was right. Meredith had emailed to say she was returning to America with her husband, Alaric today. And if she was back at our family home…

"I won't be able to hold the meeting tonight!" I hissed.

"What meeting?" Stefan asked.

"How to get revenge on Becky, of course!"

"Bonnie," Stefan corrected, raising an eyebrow. I didn't really forget her name. I just pretended too. For God's sake her name had been splashed over every single newspaper and tabloids in Mystic Falls and then some. How could I possibly not know her? That stupid, annoying, nosy idiot.

"We are getting revenge on Bonnie?" Shinichi asked, looking up again.

"Yes," I snapped. "Do you think I should let her get away with it? People would say I've gone soft."

Sage frowned. "But…she's a girl."

"And your point is?" I asked impatiently.

Sage stared at me. "Nothing," he said finally.

"Whatever Dammit, Sage, did you remember to take those stupid Playboy magazines away the last time?" I hissed. Not that I read Playboy. Sage did. But if Meredith found it, she'll assume and then…I don't even want to think about it. She was going to really tan the hide outta me.

"Erm. Nope." Sage had the decency to look shamefaced.

"Brooke, step on it!" I yelled towards the chauffeur.

Brooke turned around. "We've reached, Mr Salvatore."

"Thank God," I said fervently, getting out of the car. But then, Sage put a hand on my arm.

"You know, you don't really have to work too hard on a revenge plot," he said quietly, so Brooke or maybe Meredith wouldn't overhear. "It's pretty simple."

"Oh really?" I asked. "And what may that be?"

Sage smiled devilishly, which suddenly reminded me why he was my best friend even though he was a douche who read Playboy.

"The Red Card, of course," he replied.

Okay, this one's done.

I'm really sorry for the lack of Bamon interaction so far, but I'm taking their relationship slow. I hate those stories where the two hated it each at first and two chapters later they are best buddies.

Anyway, Meredith is Damon's sister. WOOTS! That'll be interesting! :D

Caroline is Stefan's girlfriend, and yes, Sage and Shinichi have a little bit of a crush on her.

Anyway, a short preview for the next chapter:

I remembered how Katherine had been treated in the hallway and held back a shudder that rocked through my body. Images of myself being pelted with books, been pushed and ridiculed by the student body and my lunch being thrown in my face tormented my mind. The Red Card hung from my locker door. I was a marked man, the next intended victim. The new social pariah. Every single kid in school will hate me because the F4 did.

I tried to tear the card off, but before I could do, a high, nasal voice rang through the hallway.

"Bonnie McCullough's gotten the RED CARD!"

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