Letters To My Ex-Jerk
Chapter 12- The New Girlfriend
A/N: Hey everyone (: I wanted to thank all of you who reviewed. I'm glad you're all liking Stefonnie, and this one is just full of the Stefonnie goodness! (: Stefan is a little OOC like one reviewer mentioned, but that's just because I wanted to make him a little funner than the regular Stefan, so I hope that's okay ;)
There's going to be some Stefonnie time now with a side of Bamon friendship….
Enjoy it. :D
Lillian CullenSalvatore xx
The next day at University was better in some ways but worse in some others. It was better because I had Caroline and Matt to hang around with between classes to joke and have fun with. I felt happy I'd finally found friends who weren't lying to me and backstabbing me like a certain Elena Gilbert I could mention, and because I'd told Caroline about the whole Damon thing (minus his name though), I had nothing to hide from her either. We were on a clean slate; a fresh, new, honest start.
It was worse because Elena not only hung around with Aimee Bradley and glared at me, but I caught her crying in a bathroom while I was retouching my make-up. When she saw me, she snuck out, eyes all red and her nose sniffling. I'd also failed a Criminal Justice test I didn't know I had; thanks to being so distracted from work by the whole moving out slash Elena slash Damon drama. I knew I should have reread the chapters last night.
"Come on, aren't you going to buy anything?" Caroline asked, nudging my arm. I looked up, breaking out of my daydream and noticing that we had reached the front of the burger line. Caroline had picked up some fries with low fat oil (who knew such a thing existed?) so I bought myself a greasy cheeseburger, some potato wedges and followed Caroline, who had her hair in 2 very cute pigtails, to a table in the food court.
We sat down and I noticed Elena pass by with some books in her hand, and Aimee, looking close to tears for some reason. I heard the words 'Tyler' and 'Bonnie' among others and frowned- what the hell were the she-bitches talking about that included me and that ass/ player Tyler?
"Where's Matt?" I asked, so I wouldn't be tempted to go and punch the living daylight out of Aimee and Elena.
"Oh, he has class this period," Caroline said, brightly, as she picked up a French fry and put it into her mouth. I opened a couple of sachets of ketchup and smeared them over my burger with a small smile. I took a big bite, loving the tomato filled taste of the ketchup. There was no doubt about it; I was a ketchupholic!
"Mmmmmmm," I closed my eyes as I took in the lovely taste of the burger. That burger was summers on the beach in California with my dad when I was little, building sandcastles and watching my dad sip his Stella Artois like it was the best drink in the world. He'd always buy me a big burger full of ketchup and we'd walk hand by hand by the side of the water and he'd tell me that I would always be his little princess. I hadn't seen him since the summer before last when I'd gone to visit him. That burger was sitting with Sarah Abuallail, my best friend since childhood who still lived in California, on the pier and swinging our legs above the crystal blue waters and planning our futures with our handsome princes and small houses with white picket fences. That burger was pumping loud music on Sarah's yacht and having a giant party with tons of food which would include burgers and dancing till the break of dawn.
"Do you know how much calories that are in a single drop of ketchup?" Caroline asked, breaking me out of my reverie for the second time that day- my head had been in the clouds.
"I love the ketchupy goodness," I wrenched open my eyes and Caroline stared at me for a second before laughing.
"What?" I demanded, and she passed me a tissue from her purse.
"Your chin has 'ketchupy goodness' on it," Caroline giggled a couple of times and I snatched the tissue from her and hastily wiped my mouth so it was ketchup-free.
"So do you still have your date with Stefan today?" Caroline asked, once I was done with my lunch. She pulled out a diet Mountain Dew from her bag and took a big gulp of it.
I nodded, "Uh-hmmm," I muttered, pulling a wet wipe out of my bag and wiping my face just in case it was still dirty.
"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom," I told her, getting up.
Caroline got up too, grabbing my arm, "Let me come with you," She stuffed everything into her purse and got up too.
She gasped and I shot her a questioning look.
"Your skirt!" She covered her mouth, "It has er…. Blood on it," She hissed.
"What? But I don't have my…" I shifted my bag so it was covering my butt before hurrying to the ladies room, Caroline following me. I headed into a stall, locking the door behind me, and pulled my skirt off to see the alleged blood on it. I laughed when I realized it was only ketchup but it was in fact covering my white skirt like I'd had a little 'accident'.
"It's only ketchupy goodness!" I called to Caroline, "But what am I going to do? It looks like blood,"
"We could try washing it," Caroline suggested.
"It'll be too wet, and besides, my skirt is white so the ketchup has probably stained it forever," I realized I was being a little dramatic but I couldn't walk around with a wet skirt. I realized in horror that I had Stefan's date today after university too.
"I have a plan then," Caroline exclaimed, then I heard footsteps and the door slamming so I assumed she'd left the bathroom. I heaved the skirt onto the floor and put the cover of the toilet down and perched onto it in my tiny white undies, legs crossed. I closed my eyes and hoped Caroline would find a way to get me out of this dilemma.
I opened my cell phone and logged onto 'Facebook'. I contemplated changing my status to 'chillin' in the bathroom' but thought it might give off a wrong idea to some horny freaky guys I might have in my friends list. Half the people I had on Facebook, I'd never actually seen before. I'd found them through the friend finder and I just had mutual friends with them.
I heard footsteps again and a knock on the door, so I closed the webpage and slipped my cell phone into my purse, getting up off the toilet seat.
"Open up, I got you a skirt," Caroline sang happily, and I opened the door a crack and took the skirt from her. It was a little black miniskirt with a wavy sort of bottom. It was actually quite stylish and matched my baby pink tank top. I slipped it on, zipping it. It was only slightly too big. I folded my little white miniskirt into a square and placed it into my purse.
Then I straightened my hair and made my way out of the stall, thanking my lucky stars. Caroline was reapplying mascara. She put the rimmel away as I approached.
"You're my savior," I exclaimed, slipping an arm around her waist and hugging her.
"You should thank your old roommate, Elaine was it?" Caroline's forehead crinkled as if she was trying hard to remember, "Eleanor?"
"Elena," I corrected, "Why would she do that?" Why would she be so nice? Maybe this was some sort of trick or something. Maybe the skirt had itching powder in it.
"What do you mean? She found me fretting around asking for skirts and told me she had a spare one," Caroline explained, looking down onto my new skirt, "It's hot,"
"I know… never mind," I muttered, trying not to confuse my mind with Elena's weird behavior.
I looked down onto my watch, "Oh crap, I'm 10 minutes late," I cried, before straightening my bag and hurrying out of the bathroom and towards my Rhetoric class. I just hoped the teacher wouldn't kill me for being late.
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A couple of hours later, I was in the bathroom in Starbucks, about 20 minutes early for my date with Stefan. I had just finished brushing my hair and reapplying eyeliner, mascara and some light pink lip gloss to match my tank. I fastened a silver barrette in my hair and I was ready.
I hurried back out to the store and my jaw dropped as I took in Damon standing by the counter with a pretty girl with honey colored hair, green eyes and an easy smile. They were ordering drinks by the looks of things.
I thought of hiding back into the bathroom but Damon spotted me and called me over. I reluctantly pasted a smile on my face and walked towards them. How did he have another girlfriend already? What a womanizer…
"Bonnie," Damon greeted me, his tone warm. "How are you?"
"I'm great. I'm actually here for a date," I said, trying not to sound too smug.
Damon's eyes dimmed a little but his smile stayed warm, "Great, it's about time you got back onto that horse," He congratulated, patting my shoulder lightly.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" I asked, my voice challenging.
Damon nodded, "Of course. This is my new girlfriend Andie Starr. She's a journalist major at the NYC; she just transferred from UCLA," He explained, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her close.
"I'm a Californian," She smiled at me.
My eyes widened, "Oh really? Me too; at least I used to be before I moved to New York," I cried, smiling at her.
"Well, Pleased to meet you…" She trailed off.
"Bonnie," I supplied, "And the pleasure's all mine," I took the hand she offered to me and shook it.
Andie then suddenly looked at her watch, "We're going to be late," She pulled their drinks off the counter and handed Damon his.
"Well, I'd love to stay and meet the new beau, but we've got to dash," Damon winked at me.
"Okay. Bye bye," I called, as chirpily as I could. I watched him take a sip of his drink. They started to walk away.
"Chocolate Macchiato?" I asked him, curiously.
Damon nodded.
"I knew it," I smiled, simply, before heading for the nearest table.
Damon and Andie took off, waving at me one last time. She seemed like a nice girl but that didn't mean I wasn't jealous. How could he have a girlfriend already? You turned him down, Bonnie. That annoying little voice in my head reminded me as I sank down into a seat at a 2 seated table.
Now I was going out with Stefan, but he was no Damon. I sighed to myself and picked up a menu and started flipping through it, deciding what I was going to drink. Stefan arrived a few minutes later, a small smile on his face.
"I'm late, I'm sorry," He sat down, and took my hand before kissing it gently.
I smiled, "Nah, its okay," I informed him, taking my hand back and placing it on my lap. Stefan called over the waiter and we ordered; Stefan got a Mocha and I got a Caramel Mochaccini, one of my favorite drinks.
"So how have you been?" I asked, smiling at him.
Stefan returned the smile easily; making him look pleasantly attractive. "I've had a good day. I had a last minute presentation though; that's why I was so late," He apologized for the second time.
I leaned down onto the table, resting my chin on top of my hand. "You weren't that late, just five minutes," I assured him.
"How was your day, Beauty?" He asked, straightening his hair.
"It was okay. I totally failed my Criminal Justice test though," I complained, feeling a little sad, but not enough to be depressed.
"It'll be okay. You'll make it up," Stefan smiled at me, and I felt that that smile came straight from his heart, and that made me happy; for once, I felt that someone cared.
The waiter then brought our drinks and we sipped on them and talked about our lives. Stefan asked me about my family and I told him the truth; that my parents were divorced; my dad lived in California where I used to live before and that my mom lived in England with her new family which consisted of my Step father James and their daughter and my step-sister Amber. Stefan told me that his parents were not divorced but that they lived back in Mystic Falls, Virginia. He told me that he had a brother who was older than him by one year and that he roomed with him but they didn't have a very good relationship. He told me about his life in Mystic Falls with Caroline as a friend; they'd always been close. They'd tried dating back in the day, but it didn't work out. We talked until I knew everything about him and he knew everything about me; I even told him about Damon though I changed the name. I couldn't bring myself to soil his reputation among our peers especially now that I knew that Rose forced herself on him.
Then I looked outside and saw it was dark, so I told Stefan we had to head back. He walked me back the apartment, and gave me a warm hug. I hugged him back, feeling that I really liked him.
"So what are you doing tomorrow night?" Stefan asked, a devious look in his eyes.
I shook my head, hugging my arms to my chest. "Nothing," I smiled, knowing he was going to ask me out again.
"So do you want to go out to the movies with me?" He asked, looking hopeful.
I nodded, "Sure, Stef," I told him, and he took my hand. He squeezed it gently before patting my shoulder.
"Good night, Beauty," He whispered, and I bid him goodnight before he disappeared into the night. I watched his silhouette, leaning across the doorframe as he made his way down the steps. He turned and waved at me and I smiled and waved back, before opening the door and going in.
Caroline pounced on me as soon as I locked the door behind me and stepped into my room. I put my bag onto my bed and looked back at her.
"How was it? Did you kiss? Was he romantic? Was he sweet? What did you do?" She fired a million questions at me.
"Good, yes, yes, yes, drank coffee and talked," I replied, sitting down on the bed and pulling off my shoes.
Caroline sat beside me, in flannel Pj's and a big smile. "You 'talked'? Is that code for something?" She teased, blue eyes shining.
"No, it's the truth," I sank onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, and sighing.
Caroline lay down beside me, smirking. "You like him," She sang.
My cheeks flushed a little, "Yes," He's no Damon. A voice in my head sang over and over again.
Caroline sat up, "Cool! So we need to celebrate. I've got ice-cream, Ben and Jerry's!" She taunted, wiggling her eyebrows.
I laughed, "I need to study," I reminded her.
"Screw the studying. We have spring break in a few days, live a little," Caroline pleaded, pulling me up.
"I failed the test we had today,"
"It's one little test, who cares?" Caroline asked, "Don't be a spoilsport,"
I sighed, feeling very much like a pushover.
"I got Caramel dream," She played on my love for caramel.
I groaned, "You don't!" I replied.
"Yes, I do. I'm going to go eat it," Caroline stuck her tongue out at me, before hopping off the bed and running out of the room. I got up after her and started running too. She giggled and collapsed on the couch, a tub of ice-cream and two spoons in it. She handed me one and we started to eat, melting in the glory of the creation called ice-cream.
A/N: I hope you guys liked that! I've been writing it all day… (: Sarah will become a very important character later so remember the name…
Leave me a REVIEW please! ;)
Lily x
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or Starbucks.
Damon: And I was hardly in that chapter.
LilyCullenSalvatore96 [LilyPad]: Shut up. I heard you talking bad about Edward Cullen a few chapters ago…
Lily: Oh yeah, he did. He dissed him bad.
Damon: Are you talking about that sparkling in the sun 'vegetarian' loser pathetic excuse for a vampire? *smirks*
Lily and LilyPad: HE IS NOT! He is a gorgeously sexy sparkling in the sun awesome totally hot dreamy vampire god!
Damon: *snorts* yeah right… He's sexier than me?
Lily: Er….
LilyPad: Ummmm….
Damon: Didn't think so….
LilyPad: But he's like a perfect Adonis with his copper hair-
Lily: dreamy topaz eyes (previously green) and his crooked smile…
LilyPad: Yes, that sexy crooked smile that just says kiss me!
Damon: How can a smile say that? *dubiously*
Lily: Wouldn't you like to know? *smirks*
LilyPad: You know nothing…. Nada… zip….zilch… gettit?
Damon: Me?
Lily and LilyPad: No me! *burst out laughing*
Damon: You two are weird.
LilyPad: Shut up, you don't even sparkle!
Lily: Stupid non sparkling evil blood sucking vampire…
LilyPad: agreed :P Let's go discuss how hot Edward is…
Lily: Totally! Hope you guys enjoyed this…
*walk off singing 'I'm in Love with a Vampire' by Saving Jane*
Damon: Strange, strange Lily's. Who in their right mind would think Edward is hotter than me? *shoots them a dazzling smile then winks* See you guys next time!