AN: I'd like to apologize to those who read the previous chapter for the first few hours it was posted. There were spaces between and within words that weren't supposed to be there. I am sorry to those who put up with it and left. A big thanks to those who still read through it and left me a nice review. Thank you.

Warning: this piece isn't particularly a happy one. Still, happy reading to you guys! :)

To be left alone with her milky scrambled eggs and bacon strips was the definition of 'The Life' for Bonnie. Since Django was still a wee little thing, she managed to sneak him in with a few of his emergency belongings. She felt like a new mommy with her new baby bag's strap still hooked on her shoulder. Even if she didn't like Damon buying things for her, she was grateful that he had enough decency to buy Django's essentials. After all, it wasn't a joke to have a dog out of the blue, to which Damon said, Think of it as an unplanned pregnancy!

Pushing thoughts of the elder Salvatore aside, Bonnie smiled fondly and resumed her perfect breakfast. Just as she scooped some eggs in her mouth, her eyes automatically landed to the diner's entrance where a certain someone appeared. Dammit, she cursed as she swallowed, There goes the peace. Letting go of the fork, her left hand slid inside her jeans' pocket and pulled out her list and pen. Watching the girl she grew up with scan the crowd, Bonnie tried to look inconspicuous as she wrote plain and simple: 4) Elena.

Even if she had been already expecting it, Bonnie still jumped when said brunette slid in the booth in front of her. She almost choked on her tongue as her fingers quickly shoved the list back in her pocket. "Hi, Elena. Nice to see you today." It wasn't really a lie, but it didn't feel like the truth either, and Elena didn't bother pointing it out. She was here for something else, most likely. Sparing her 'sister' a curious glance, Bonnie tried to ignore the regret that sparked within her. Gone were Elena's gentle eyes, the soft smiled that graced her features whenever they were together. Now, there were only sharpness and malice, that Bonnie actually felt terrified of her. Where was the Elena she knew? Apparently in front of her, but forever long gone.

"Where have you been the past two days? You haven't been anywhere."

Bonnie wanted to make a sour face at her; nice seeing you too, Elena. Taking a sip of her iced tea, she shrugged. Checking her wrist watch, she frowned. "Aren't you supposed to be in school right now?" So was she, but she called in sick.

Elena returned the favor and didn't answer her question. Instead, she gave Bonnie one thorough look and asked, "Why aren't you telling him off, Bonnie?"

"Lena." Her stomach felt queasy, and she knew it wasn't because of the flu or the eggs. Her fingers felt cold, her palms clammy. Hurt and anger danced a nasty tango between her lungs. Why? She didn't want to know. But she wasn't going to lash out and hurl because Elena was being a Grade A brat (bitch). "It's Damon; he's doing this to get a rise out of me, and he's doing this to make you jealous. It's obviously working."

Forced, fake laughter erupted from Elena's lips. Raising a brow at her, she sneered. "I am so not jealous." She folded her arms across her chest. "What I am though, is concerned for you. Even if you tell me that he's just pissing you off, I know Damon. He's bound to get to you sooner or later. I spent so long trying to fend him off, but look where that got me."

"I specifically remember you telling me that you were over him." Bonnie clenched her jaw. The eggs and heaven-sent bacon didn't look so appealing anymore. "But you know what's even more surprising? Your 'concern' for me." She felt parched, wanted to get her iced tea again, but her hands were clenched and shaking under the table."I don't even want to talk about this. Not now."

"I specifically remember you telling everyone how you hated vampires."

"Look, I haven't said anything against you, Elena." And it was true. Friends outside their circle have always wondered why she always covered up for Elena, why she always gave her 'sister' a way out. "So please, don't judge me now."

"Yeah right, Judgey," Elena snapped, and the witch couldn't stop but think that the nickname didn't sound as right as it did when it came from a certain blue-eyed vamp. "One thing's for sure: he's trying to get in your good graces just so you'll help him change me back." Then she paused, as if gauging her reaction, and when Bonnie failed to respond with the same, quick intensity, she scornfully added, "Besides, he's been through Caroline and I; you're strike three."

Right at that exact moment, Bonnie wondered if in another universe, would she have slapped Elena's face all the way back to 1854? Did she not fight back because she was feeling sick? Was it because she was truly a doormat? Was it because she was afraid Elena's accusations were true? Because it hurt more than necessary? The answer could be yes to all of those questions, but all Bonnie could do was try hard not to cry. "I just wanted to eat my breakfast in peace," she whispered, her lower lip quivering. Simply said, she didn't want a fight, period. As much as she was ready to bawl her eyes out, she inwardly reprimanded herself that she had trained for years to be better than that. "Don't do this to me again."

"I might not like him now," the Katherine clone said, "But he's mine, Bonnie. So back off."

Just on cue, a little growl was heard from Bonnie's side. Her mini protector was trying to claw its way out of the bag, Django baring his cute, white incisors to the obvious attacker across the table. Bonnie didn't know if she wanted to weep or laugh because of her baby's cuteness. "Well... I'm his," Bonnie warned, a bit breathlessly, though regaining an ounce of confidence as she tilted her head towards the ferocious fluff, "So you... back off." When Django snarled, she couldn't help but giggle because of what she said, and just like that, all the emotions and insecurities that threatened to burst from her being felt corked and contained.

"He gave that thing to you?"

"Let's go, Django," Bonnie mumbled quietly, and tried to push the fur-ball down the bag, but Elena called her name. When she gazed at her former best friend out of surprise, she was shocked to see an expression of pain on the resident damsel in distress' face. Gone was the Petrova glare, and what seemed to remain was Elena. But in a breath, the familiarity had gone, and what was left was an empty shell.

"No, no, finish your meal," Elena said all of a sudden, her voice breaking. She shook her head, as if deep in thought. "I'm sorry, Bonnie. I'm so sorry." She motioned to grab Bonnie's hand from across the table, but she retreated when Django gnarled once again. Without another word, she slid off the booth and left the diner.

Bonnie exhaled loudly. What the fuck just happened? Was it strange that none of it made sense? A part of her wanted to run after Elena, but she remained where she was, frozen in place with her own thoughts. Honestly, she hated having loved Elena so much all these years. It's as if she had been trained to forgive her, see through the disrespect and disregard, turn a blind eye to all her shameless flaws. She always liked to think that Elena was just a victim of circumstance.

And as expected, the poison began to run its course through her system, because how could Elena's words not sting? Bonnie felt like a hypocrite. She wasn't special, she was just a detour. Hell, he probably dated at least a hundred witches before. It was almost a given that Damon slept with all the women who crossed his way. Though Bonnie could give his amorous past a free pass, the fact remained that Elena was Damon's greatest love. For all she was worth, Bonnie didn't understand why Elena felt the need to terrorize her and consider her competition.

Elena, Elena, Elena. There was a time when she used to love everything about Elena.

"I'm OK," she remarked to Django, seeing him pacing inside the bag restlessly. The pup whimpered and fell down, akin to an exhausted warrior who had finally put his sword down to rest. Bonnie mirrored her pet's fatigue, but she still had the strength to pull her list back out in the open and jotted after Elena's name at number four: 4) Elena, etc.

"Thank you, Django," she whispered, and gave his snout a kiss. "My little hero." While he wagged his tail and licked her chin, the insecurities and sadness ebbing away into nothing, she exploded inevitably because of the contact.

"Aaaahhh-chooooooooooooo!"

AN: I know I could have inserted so much details into their bitch fight, but don't you think that sometimes, arguments happen that way, where only a few things are said, and monumental revelations are only thought about after the confrontation? Well, Bonnie tried her best (so did I). Like I told a friend here in FFN, I try so hard NOT to paint Elena in such a bad light, but for now, I couldn't resist. It had to happen, I guess.

On a lighter note, we'll finally have Bamon interaction next chappie, so stick around! :)