Letters to My Ex-Jerk

Chapter One- Late

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the wait… I was busy updating my other stories! Thanks so much to all who reviewed/alerted/faved… I really appreciate it (:

Anyway, here's chapter 1!

Lily xx

Bonnie's P.O.V

Dear Ex- Jerk,

Damn you! Elena's crying her eyes out because you didn't come. She thinks you stood her up; I do too. She's an awesome friend and I know she's a great, loyal girlfriend so I don't think what you're doing is right. She's been wiping her eyes with Kleenexes for the past 10 minutes, and I can't concentrate on any studying from all her bawling. She loves you. She loves you almost as much as I loved you; nobody can love you as much as I did. Note the past tense.

I don't have feelings for you anymore. That stunt with Rose you pulled freed you of all my love; at least within a couple of weeks of it. But Elena's still in love with you and right now she's my best friend; I care about her.

I swear if you break her heart, I'll break your face.

Bonnie x

I signed my letter with a flourish and headed into my room to place it in my box which contained all the letters I would never send, but wrote anyway. I heard Elena bawling louder, so I headed out to the living room.

She was sitting on the couch, knees folded to her chest, her big brown eyes red rimmed and full of tears. She was ready for a date with Damon; dressed in a red camisole with a V-neck (she liked to wear shirts that complimented her chest) and a black knee length skirt. Her platform heels were thrown on the floor and her straight hair was messy. She was a wreck.

I hurried over to her, bringing over some more tissues and she took them, smiling gratefully at me. I sat next to her and put my arm around her. She looked at me for a second, wiping her eyes before leaning her head on my neck.

"He stood me up," She said, tearfully.

"I know. He's a loser," I informed her, causing her to erupt into some more tears.

"No, he's not. Don't say that," Elena protested with her eyes wide.

I sighed, "You know he isn't coming. He's a jerk, Elena. There's no good way to describe what he's doing to you," I told her, knowing that no matter what I said she wouldn't see the light. It was a routine. He'd stand her up every once in a few weeks, then he'd buy her some sort of gift to make up the next day and they'd be back to normal. I honestly didn't know why she didn't dump him. I suggested it to her one day, and she stared at me like I was insane.

"What? So another girl can have him?" She'd said, scornfully.

I'd given up trying after that. She was under her spell; enchanted even way more than I had been. When he'd cheated on me, I'd ended it with him. I don't think Elena would break up with him if he treated her badly. She had hardly any dignity and it was one of the things I didn't like about her.

"Give me your cell phone," I told her, and she nodded and handed it over.

I scoffed at her wallpaper; her and Damon, heads squished against each other; dark brown straight hair against slightly wavy black hair. He was kissing her cheek. I felt a little wave of jealousy but pushed it away reminding myself of how he'd treated me like trash.

I opened her phonebook and searched for his number. When I didn't find it, I looked over to her.

"Do you not have his number?" I asked, confused.

"Who? Dammy Bear?" She replied, and I rolled my eyes and found his number under 'Dammy Bear'.

"'skay. I found him," I murmured, before pulling out my own cell phone and dialing the number. Maybe he wouldn't reply if it was from Elena's number, but he didn't have my new cell number.

I hurried away from Elena, placing her cell phone-a pink iPhone- on the coffee table. She hugged her knees closer to her chest and just pressed her eyes shut. I pressed my cell phone to the side of my face and listening to the beeping of it.

After a few beeps he picked up. "Hello?" Damon's voice sounded confused.

"You'd better get your butt over here if you care even a little about Elena. If you don't, I'll make sure to find her a new loyal boyfriend who actually cares for her," I snapped, before hanging up. I swore I heard him chuckle as I snapped the cell phone shut.

"What did you do?" Elena was wide eyed and confused.

"Something I should have done a while ago," I replied, watching her confusion become even more evident.

"How about some waffles from The Waffle House?" I told her, smiling. "I know you like their Belgian waffles and I could use some chocolate ones,"

Elena sighed, "I'm not hungry. I'm too sad to be hungry,"

I let out a cry of exasperation. "Elena, you can't let him rule your life," I replied.

"But he's my Dammy Bear!" She cried, sounding more pathetic than ever.

"Whatever. I'm getting my double chocolate waffles. Suit yourself," I murmured.

I hurried into my room to search for the take out menu from The Waffle House that was supposed to be in my bag. I rummaged through it, grunting as I pulled out an old photo of Damon and I, one that I'd forgotten to throw away. It was of the time we'd visited LA. He'd saved up with his after university job to make it a treat for us, and this photo was of us standing on the street in front of the 'Hollywood' sign.

Damon had his arm around me and I was grinning like an idiot. He had his tongue stuck out, looking cute and silly at the same time. I sighed, pushing the picture back into the bag. I couldn't throw it away; something inside me was not letting me let go of some things for some weird reason.

I found the paper for the Waffle House, and hurried outside. Elena was sitting upright, brushing her hair. "I've decided to listen to you," She informed me with a small smile.

I nodded, "Good, well I'm about to order, so you'll have the Belgian waffles?" I asked her.

She nodded, "Yeah, they're my favorites," She grabbed the remote from on the coffee table and flicked the TV on. I watched out of the corner of my eye, as she started to watch intently an episode of Glee; she loved that show for some reason and was always singing the songs from it.

I dialed the number and ordered some double chocolate covered waffles for me, and some Belgian ones for Elena. We were pigging out but it was worth it. Elena was finally going to take my advice on Jerkmon Salvatore. The guy told me the order would be at our apartment in 10 minutes; The Waffle House was just up the road.

I hung up and sat down next to Elena who was gushing over how cute a couple Rachel and Finn were, and I listened to her rattle on and on about it, happy she wasn't obsessing over Damon. Something inside me told me I was glad that their relationship wasn't working out because I didn't want them to be together because I wanted him, but I pushed that thought away, not wanting to dwell on the fact that it might be actually true.

The doorbell rang, and I jumped up to answer it. "Yay, the waffles!" Elena cried out, sitting up.

I grinned, "It's about time…I'm starving," I murmured.

I grabbed my purse with the money, and headed to the door; the waffles would be my treat for Elena. "Finall-," I opened the door and stopped talking as I realized it wasn't the delivery guy from The Waffle House, who was actually kind of cute, but was Damon Salvatore.

He smirked at me, ice blue eyes sparkling. "Hello Bonnie,"

I rolled my eyes, and then glared at him, "Oh great-it's you. I was hoping it was the waffles," I snapped.

A/N: Short? Yeah I know. I'm sorry, but I couldn't think of anything else to write and I thought that this was a good ending to the chapter. Anyway, I'll try to update soon!

Peace and Love and REVIEW!

Lily xx

Damon: You almost forgot the disclaimer.

Lily: No, I didn't. I was just about to write it.

Damon: You were not. You were going to stop writing.

Lily: No, I wasn't. Tell him Key (Key's my best friend :P)

Key: *shrugs* I'm not sure. *turns to Damon* Who do you think you are? Edward Cullen?

Damon: What do you mean? I hate Twilight.

Key: I mean that you're a mind reader.

Lily: FINE! I disclaim. I don't own The Vampire Diaries or The Waffle House!

Key: Ooh, the Waffle House? Yum, let's go get some waffles!

Lily: Sure…Later, Damon (: