It's not her job to play moral compass and self righteous savior; Klaus Mikealson dumps the dark haired boy's - David? Donald?- soda on him and shoves him against the lockers. Bonnie shakes her head and looks away from the spectacle and continues digging books out of her locker. The teachers will deal with them, that's their job. Not that they do a very good job, she thinks as Klaus slaps the boy's books out of his hands and walks off, leaving the boy to wipe soda out his dark locks and scramble to grab his books so they won't be soiled by the carbonated beverage.

She leans against her locker and scans the almost deserted hallways for Caroline, she was late. They were supposed to meet here 9 minutes ago so Bonnie could drop Caroline home and Bonnie was going to go home and get ready for the meteor shower it was supposed to have tonight. She's probably caught up with one of her 'Go Green' projects. What a tree hugger.

Bonnie looks up as the dark haired boy curses and tries to squeeze soda out of his slightly long locks. They curl around his ears and the base of his neck. She looks at him - really looks at him- he's wearing straight cut jeans and a simple polo t-shirt and if it wasn't for the soda stains that donned the t-shirt she would have thought him neat. She's certain that no other boy she knows dresses like him.

Bonnie sighes, a low, long suffering sound and digs out a packet of tissues from her bag and walks over to him. "Here," She says and offers him the tissues. Hard blue eyes look up at her, liquid is clinging to his long lashes and they drop onto his high cheekbones and roll down, making it look like tear streaks.

"I don't need it," He says and Bonnie doesn't look fazed or bothered by his rejection. He knows her; ridiculously popular head cheerleader. She's alright he guesses, not one of the plastics like Elena whom he pined over for 3 years and who rejected him in a long, dramatic way and embarrassing him in front of the whole school while at it. He's seen Bonnie around, for a 17 year old she acts older and there's a wisdom about her that unnerves him but he bets she just loved to watch others suffer just like the rest of that 'popular cliche'

"It looks like you do," She says simply, her offer still outstretched. He eyes it distrustfully and then sneers at her.

"Don't bother helping me now, you seemed to be enjoying the show a while ago, please continue,"

Bonnie barely looks perturbed by his rudeness but her mouth tightens marginally and her forest green eyes harden. "It's not my job to help you,"

"I never said it was," He protests and his anger increases somehow. Her arm lowers and her face is a mask of neutrality

"Look Damien-" She begins, her voice low and cold and Damon swear the temperature around them drops. The hallways are now officially deserted.

"Damon," He corrects her but she continues on like she didn't hear him.

"- Don't get angry at me for simply watching you get bullied. If you want it to stop, stop being angry at the spectators and be angry at yourself for not doing anything. In this world if you don't look out for yourself no one else will,"

Damon gapes at her and is about to ask her why she had such a jaded view of the world when a bubbly blonde girl with glasses turns the corner and calls out to the cheerleader. She walks away, not bothering to spare him another glance.

"Hey!" He calls wanting her to cast those cool green eyes on him one more time "What about the tissues?"

She barely turns her head, to Damon's disappointment, calling "You're already dry," over her shoulder and linking arms with the blonde. They turn the corner and Damon stands staring at the direction they disappeared in