Letters To My Ex-Jerk
Chapter 13- The Apology Note
A/N: This is way overdue, I'm so sorry and I know that! The results for the winner story will be revealed soon so keep your eyes peeled. Thanks to all those who reviewed on the previous chapter(s), you know who you are ;)
Enjoy this,
Lily (:
I woke up on the table for the second time this morning. I'd been exhausted thanks to studying most of the night for a Laws of The Union test I had in a few hours, fueled only on caffeine in the form of Starbucks coffee cups. They were scattered all over the dining table. Caroline had given up studying a little after 11 but I'd kept at it until 3 in the morning. Now, it was 7:30 but I didn't have classes till later on, so I was revising so that I wouldn't fail another test.
I grabbed the cup of coffee that was still half full and took a long sip of it before staring back at my book. I'd memorized the look of the pale white pages with tiny black writing on them and I tried to remember why I'd picked such a challenging major. Law was no piece of cake.
I was startled out of tired concentration by the ringing of my cell phone. I grabbed it and answered right away, "Hi," I said sleepily into it. I pressed it to my ear and leaned back against the chair.
"Hey Bonnie, its Damon. How are you?" His voice was way too bright and energetic for my liking; he'd probably gotten way more sleep than I had.
"I'm fine, tired from studying though," I groaned, tiredly.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Damon said, in a quiet voice, "But Andie and I decided we wanted to double with you and the new bf. I want to meet the Damon Salvatore replacement. He better be awesome,"
"Har Har," I spoke drily, "Very funny. I'd love to though. How about the cinema tonight?" I asked, remembering my date with Stefan. It would be like hitting two birds with one rock. Or was it two rocks with one bird? I was too tired to remember.
"Great. Is 8 okay?" He asked, sounding pleased that I'd agreed.
"Sure, see you then," I hung up and instantly felt a little sick in the stomach. Did I really want Damon to meet Stefan? What if he messed things up with him like he had with Tyler? Stefan was one of the best guys I'd ever dated and I wanted to make it last a little longer with him.
I turned back to my book, propping it up on the table as I started to read again through the lecture. I heard the opening of a door and the clip clop of Caroline's heels banging against the laminate flooring. She was dressed in dark wash skinny jeans and a colorful tank top, her bag slung over the side of her body. She clutched a notebook to her chest.
"Why are you not dressed?" She asked, gesturing to my Tom and Jerry pajamas.
"I don't have classes till 1," I murmured, looking away from the book.
"Lucky you. Well, I'll see you on the flip side then," Caroline laughed before waving at me and making her way out of the door. I was too tired to even lock up behind her. I turned to the book for the umpteenth time, feeling bored out of my mind.
I slouched down onto the table, intending to close my eyes for only a few seconds, however when my hand slammed onto my coffee cup exactly 3 and a half hours later, spilling it over the table and onto my hands. I jerked upright, crying out in disgust as I moved to mop up the spilt coffee. I grabbed a dishrag and wiped the table so it was squeaky clean. I couldn't believe that I'd wasted almost 4 hours of quality studying time.
I wiped my eyes tiredly and decided to go change my clothes so that I could maybe refresh myself before class. I quickly changed into a green cashmere sweater, a knee length jeans skirt and some cute brown boots Elena had bought for me on my birthday last year; they were designer, Christian Louboutin. I brushed my hair back and smoothed it down my back, clipping my fringe back with a green barrette. I added make up so I looked natural then headed out of my room just in time to hear the doorbell ring.
I hurried towards it, taking a peek at my watch. It was little after 11: 30 by now so I wondered who it could be. I looked through the peep whole remembering my mom warning me about always doing so and smiled as I noted Damon leaning against the doorframe clad in a black leather jacket, black jeans and a Metallica shirt. I flung open the door, and let him in.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, offering him a playful smile as I closed the door behind him. I led him into the living room area, and we sat down on armchairs beside one another.
"What a warm welcome," Damon noted, teasingly. He reached forward to ruffle my hair and I pulled back uneasily.
"You just surprised me; we're still on for the movie, right?" I asked, looking down at the ground.
"Yes, why? Are you trying to get out of it or something?" Damon smirked, looking a little amused.
"No, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to have to kick your sorry butt for blowing us off," I replied snippily, angry at his comment.
Damon held his hands up, "Whoa, down tiger. I don't have a lot of time so I'll make this quick. Elena passed by my apartment and gave me this note to give to you," He held out an envelope with the word 'Bonnie' written on the front in Elena's neat handwriting. I took it from him, curiously.
"Did she say what it said?" I asked, flipping it to the back but it was empty.
"No, and don't worry, I didn't look," Damon got up, smiling cheekily.
I stood up too, "You'd better not have. So why are you in such a hurry?" I asked, watching as he made his way towards the door.
"Well, I actually have a class now; I'm already late," Damon looked naughty as he shot me another smirk.
"Oh well, then you'd best be off," I muttered.
Damon nodded, "See you tonight. I know you can't wait," He winked at me then before leaving, closing the door firmly behind him.
I rolled my eyes as I looked at the closed door. I turned to the paper in my hands, eyeing it with interest. I tore open the envelope and saw a pink sticky note inside it with a few sentences on it:
Bonnie, I've been a big bitch. You're my best friend and I shouldn't have let a guy-no matter how hot he may be- get between us. I've been the worst best friend ever, and I miss you. Aimee's no you, Bonnie Bennett. I'm so sorry; if you forgive me, call me on my number. I'd love to hear from you.
Remember, Sisters before Misters… Chicks before dicks.
Love, Elena
I sighed, tossing the paper into the trash can and sitting down at the dining table. Should I forgive her? Should I not? She sounded genuine in her note and to be honest, I missed Elena Gilbert. I loved Caroline and all but Elena and I had been through too much together to let go of her completely. I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number of my ex-best friend, knowing I would have called her sooner or later.
"Hi," Elena's voice was quiet on the receiving end of the phone.
"Elena, hi it's Bonnie. I got your note," I stated.
"Hey Bonnie! You called!" Elena sounded happy, "Does that mean you forgive me?"
"I guess so. We shouldn't have let a guy come between us," I told her, smiling because of how happy she sounded to have heard from me.
"Damn straight. Two guys, actually. I didn't tell you about my ex-fiancé," Elena sounded sheepish.
"Damon told me about him; Dick was it?" I couldn't help but blurt out.
"Yes, I should have told you about him," She pointed out, a little sadly.
"Let's just forget the past and start again," I suggested.
"Good idea, do you have classes today?" She asked, sounding pleased at my suggestion.
"Yes, I have a test. I've been studying for hours," I informed her.
"Oh, well good luck," Elena said, "I don't have Uni today. I have a couple of tests tomorrow though, before spring break and all that,"
"Well, you study hard," I informed her, sounding very much like my mother.
"I'll try. We have to meet up soon, Bon." She persisted.
"Soon," I agreed, about to hang up.
"Okay, well later,"
"Bye,"
"Wait Bonnie," Elena cried, sounding desperate.
"What?"
"I missed you, sister," She said, before hanging up.
I hung up too, placing the phone into my pocket. I smiled to myself, happy that Elena and I had sort of made up or reached a compromise or something. At least I didn't have anyone who hated me anymore, unless Aimee Bradley did. I looked at my watch, noting I had about 20 minutes before my first class. I sighed and gathered my things into my bag, before hurrying out towards the subway, so I wouldn't be late for class. I crossed my fingers, hoping that I would do well in the test, and also that the double date at the cinema would go well.
A/N: Super short, I know! But at least it's an update. I'm swamped with homework this weekend and I need to be studying… which I wasn't while I was writing this (obviously)….
REVIEW please, it gives me inspiration!
Lily (:
Pretty Little Vampires: Well this update certainly took you long enough.
Lily: So what? I was busy…
Pretty Little Vampires: What could possibly be more important than updating fanfiction?
Damon: ME!
Lily: *rolls eyes* Why do you keep popping up out of thin air? It's creepy..
Pretty Little Vampires: Well, he is a vampire.
Damon: An evil unveil unvampire vampire undead dead unperson person…
Lily+ PLV: Huh?
Damon: You need to have a certain level of intelligence to understand what Im saying.
Pretty Little Vampires: Whatever, well, Lily was just saying that schoolwork is more important than fanfiction and YOU!
Damon: *grabs Lily from shirt and holds her up* What the… you little…? *trails off*
Lily: *pushes him off* What am I supposed to do? I have to maintain my grades you know… Thanks a lot PLV, I thought you were my friend.
Pretty Little Vampires: I am your friend…
Damon: NOTHING is more important than me!
Agree?