A/N: Wow! Thank you all so much for the reviews, follows, and favorites! I know I sound like a broken record lol, but it really does mean a lot to me. I know a lot of you are wondering where Matt is and it will be explained in a few more chapters. Hope you enjoy! And thank you all for sticking with this story, it really means a lot!

Distraction

Sweat dripped from Bonnie's skin as she stepped off of one of her favorite distractions from being in this place…. the treadmill. An hour of cardio was definitely needed after seeing Elena. Though she missed her friend dearly, it was too much right now… too hard. It brought back memories that in that moment she didn't want to bring up or she would shed her tears right in front of her. The only people who saw her cry here was Rebekah and Damon. And even his viewing was limited.

"After we shower, do you want to meet me in the cafeteria? They are having Italian tonight." Rebekah beamed.

She valued her new found friend's cheeriness. When the days got harder here to bear, Rebekah's friendship and comfort was extremely needed. And since she wasn't feeling any jitters today or out of her element, she agreed to meet her.

When they parted ways, Bonnie walked towards her room. Her attention was elsewhere when she accidently bumped into someone.

Hands instantly gripped onto her shoulders to keep her from falling.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." A male voice said, causing her to look up.

Bonnie's emerald eyes connected with hazel, as she looked at the man who ran into her. The first thought that crossed her mind was that he was insanely good-looking. She would be blind not to notice.

"I-I wasn't paying attention either." She stated, straightening herself from what would have been an embarrassing fall.

Pure white teeth showed as he smiled at her, "I guess we're both at fault."

A small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes appeared on her face.

"I'm Marcel by the way." He said, holding out his hand.

Bonnie hesitated for a moment, but then shook it. "B-Bonnie." Her voice was a little shaky, because the only people she ever really spoke to here were Rebekah, Damon, and her nurse at times. But his smile was holding her captive a bit.

"It was nice to meet you, Bonnie," He smiled, "Hope to see you soon." And then he walked off, giving her one more look.

Bonnie couldn't help but glance at him one more time as he walked off, before making her way back to her room to take a shower.

"I am stuffed," Rebekah Mikaelson announced to her new friend, as she sat back in her chair and rubbed her stomach. "I don't think I've ever been this full here in my life… nor had this great of food."

Bonnie had to agree. The idea for Italian night was one of the best ideas this facility had. She was stuffed and now incredibly sleepy. She probably would have gone back to her room to go to sleep if she didn't have her session with Damon in thirty minutes.

Once thinking about Damon, her heart did some type of flutter, or did it skip a beat? She didn't know. Upon all of the sessions every day, whether she spoke or not, Damon interested her. Yes, he was attractive, that was more than a given, but he was understanding, compassionate, and easy to talk too. The fact that she was able to open up to him, which it was more than she could say during her group sessions with other therapists, was also a reason for her thoughts to be solely on him at the moment. Even though she was still a little broken from everything that brought her here in the first place and other things that had been done to her, she still couldn't stop thinking about him.

Well, that was until Rebekah pulled her out of her thoughts. "I don't believe it."

Bonnie's attention went towards the entrance of the cafeteria, where Rebekah's eyes were now hooked.

In walked the man she met earlier, Marcel. His eyes instantly went to both her and Rebekah and the jaw dropping smile he gave Bonnie earlier was plastered on his face again.

"Marcel! What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Rebekah smiled, standing up and wrapping her arms around him.

"Baby Mikaelson, why else would I be here?" Marcel smiled, looking her over. He sure did miss her.

A small blush couldn't help but creep among Rebekah's cheeks. It always seemed to happen with him, even when she was young. But then she realized introductions were in order.

"Where are my manners, Bonnie this is my friend Marcel, Marcel this is my new friend Bonnie."

"We met earlier." Marcel smiled, and then sat down in front of them.

It was almost ridiculous how immaculate his smile was, Bonnie thought.

"You still haven't explained why you're here….. again." Rebekah added, catching Bonnie's attention.

"I fell off the wagon again," he shrugged.

Bonnie couldn't help but wonder why he spoke so nonchalantly, because she couldn't imagine getting out of this place and then coming back. Yes, it was a nice facility and they took care of you, but she already didn't want to be here to begin with. And just thinking about finally recovering, and then messing up again and having to come back is something that she probably wouldn't be able to deal with.

As Rebekah and Marcel continued talking, Bonnie glanced at the clock and realized it was 7:05pm. Crap, she was late.

"I have to get going. I'm late for my therapy session." She stood up, and was surprised when Marcel stood up with her.

"Hopefully next time I see you, we can spend more than five minutes together." He unexpectedly kissed her hand.

Bonnie had to admit that she was a little taken back, and though she tried to smile at his kind gesture, it never quite reached her eyes. She informed Rebekah that she would see her later and then left the cafeteria.

Rebekah grinned as her friend left and then looked back at Marcel, "What was that about."

"She's cute. Maybe I could…"

"What happened to Meredith?" She cut him off before he said something out of line.

His signature shrug was back, "Eh, we're taken a break."

"How long has it been this time?"

"Two months, but she's still coming back for the ten inches below my…."

"Okay," She playfully shoved him, "I don't need the visual. Plus, I'm sure it's you who tries to beg your way back into her knickers." She laughed.

He then grabbed her hand, "But you know you're the only one for me."

"I'm sure," She kept her hand in his, feeling comfort from his touch, "Why are you really here Marcel? I know you, and I know that when you were dealing with everything and when you came here for your recovery you were 23, you're 26 now. And I know you haven't touched the stuff again, so why are you here?"

Rebekah was right. Marcel hadn't partaken in any drugs or alcohol since he went through his recovery period. Those were the days that he really didn't like to think about, because he was a different person back then; a person that he vowed to never go back to. And when he recovered and left the facility at the age of 23, it killed him to know that Rebekah was barking up the same tree as he once was on. He tried to help her and guide her on the right path, but her stubbornness surpassed any help he could give.

He grew up with the Mikaelson's, and he treated Rebekah like his little sister, so seeing her here after almost a year, he couldn't lie and say it wasn't hard.

"They miss you, Rebekah. They want you to come home." His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

Rebekah rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, "I knew it. Marcel, I'm not ready to leave here yet. Klaus and Elijah don't want to see me, not after everything I've done."

"If they didn't want to see you, they wouldn't have told me to check myself back into this place to help you reconsider. Rebekah you have been here far too long. We know that you have recovered. Why won't you let Klaus and Elijah see you? Better yet why won't you come home?"

Rebekah then stood up, and her angered expression was not missed… neither were her tears, "Marcel, I love you, I really do. It's good seeing you…it's insanely good seeing you. But I'm not leaving here... not right now. So, tell my brothers to leave me alone, because I'm fine."

"That's right, you are fine, Rebekah!" His voice rose as he stood up, causing a few people to glance their way. "So come home. They are losing their mind without you there. Elijah is getting married soon and he wants you to be there. And Klaus… Klaus is unbearable without you around."

"Do you know what Klaus told me the last time I saw him? Do you? He told me he never wanted to see me again! He told me that I was dead to him… that he did not have a sister. So please, just stay out of it and leave me alone." And then she stormed out of the cafeteria, not caring about everyone's eyes on her.

Damon sat patiently in the chair provided for him when he did his sessions with Bonnie. It took every ounce of him, through his better judgment, not to walk into that cafeteria and yank her away from Marcel's pathetic attempt at flirtation.

The last time he saw Marcel was about a couple weeks ago when he came back from Paris exhibiting some of Klaus's artwork. So, why he was now here had to be because Klaus and Elijah wanted him to try to convince Rebekah to go home. And if one person could do it, it was Marcel. They had all grown up together, him, Stefan, Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Finn, and Marcel, but other than her siblings, Rebekah had been closer to Marcel. He could even remember the small crush she had on him when she was younger.

But pushing that memory aside, he mentally kicked himself for getting as upset as he did by seeing Marcel kiss Bonnie's hand. And he was only able to view the revolting scene because he was running late to their session and glanced into the cafeteria where he saw them.

He was actually glad he had to reschedule from this afternoon, otherwise he wouldn't have witnessed what he did.

He figured he had Elijah to thank for that.

"Damon…."

Damon stopped before he walked into Manhattan's Rehabilitation Center at the sound of Elijah's voice.

He turned around to face his long- time friend and employee. "I knew it wouldn't take you long to figure it out."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

Before they both decided to walk across the street and sit on a bench, Damon called Pearl to inform Bonnie that he would have to reschedule for 7 tonight.

"Stefan wanted me to help one of his college friends out, who was just admitted to this place. I'm helping her out with her recovery." He answered his question.

Elijah stayed quiet for a moment, "How is she?"

He knew he was talking about Rebekah. "She's okay. I think she's ready to go home, but she says she's not."

"I just want to see her. I don't think she understands that everything that happened wasn't her fault."

"I don't think she does either. But I'll keep an eye on her for you."

Elijah nodded.

They end up talking for a little while longer before Damon had to go to a meeting with the Board at Salvatore Industries. Even though he was supposed to be taking a little hiatus from his job, Elijah needed the day off to do something with Katherine, so of course he would step in to go to the meeting…. especially since he was the one who scheduled it.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I lost track of time." Bonnie explained as she walked in, bringing Damon out of his thoughts.

She seemed a little brighter than the other days he counseled her, and he wondered if that had to do with Marcel.

And that left him annoyed… though it shouldn't have.

When Bonnie sat down across from Damon, she didn't miss the look of agitation on his face as he stared at her. In a way it was making her uncomfortable.

"These sessions are to help you; If you don't want to come or if you're going to be late just say so, so I don't have to waste my time."

Bonnie's eyes widened a little in shock, unaware if she was imagining his sudden coldness.

"I-I'm sorry…" Her apology was just a bit above a whisper as her eyes connected with her knees. The relaxed feeling that consumed her after she exercised was now gone, and she was beginning to feel small and feeble.

"Whenever you're ready." He said not looking at her, but jotting down notes.

For some reason the feeling of despair left her and in filled an emotion of irritation. Why was she sorry? She didn't want to be here in the first place. And as her therapist, he had no right to snap at her the way he did.

"Actually, since it seems like I have a choice, I'd rather not do these sessions anymore." Her voice was level, and it brought Damon's eyes to look into hers.

He could see the anger hidden behind them, but he could also see the sadness, the distress she bared. And he mentally kicked himself again for causing that. He shouldn't have lashed out at her… hell he didn't even know why he did. But seeing her features brighten today and the look of relaxation on her face pissed him off because he wasn't the one who placed it there. Almost every day she came into these one-on-one sessions with him, and yes she may have been opening up, but it was barely, and the light in her eyes never showed, like today.

"You don't have a choice." He didn't mean for his voice to sound hollow… emotionless. Jackass of the year award definitely went to Damon Salvatore. His mother would be proud, he thought sarcastically. She was probably rolling over in her grave because he was being rude to a patient that needed his help. This place was for recovery, not to criticize and make them feel low and worse than they already did. No one treated him like that when he was in her position years ago.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and stood up. Since she didn't have a choice she would have to get another therapist. "I'm out of here."

He stood up and gently grabbed her arm to turn her around. It was unprofessional… he knew that, but he was Damon Salvatore… he really didn't care.

Though his hand was soft and gentle upon her skin, a lot of not so pleasant memories invaded her mind, and when he quickly let go, she took a breath of relief.

"Bonnie… look, I'm sorry." He apologized. "I didn't mean to talk to you that way. It was unprofessional and disrespectful of me."

Her eyes connected with his and she saw the sincerity behind them.

"Please sit, we at least have thirty minutes left. You can talk if you want too, if not, that's okay too."

Bonnie found herself sitting back down across from him. And for the first five minutes there was nothing but silence as she tried looking everywhere but his eyes. Eyes that were so blue, she almost wondered if they were contacts.

"Do you wear contacts?" she asked, breaking the silence. She hadn't planned on asking him, but the word vomit thing happened, and here she was, asking her therapist if he wore contacts.

"No," He gave her a smile that made her wonder if a blush crept among her face. "Trust me you're not the only one who asks that question."

Silence enveloped them again.

"I don't know if I can do this…." She spoke softly. "It's hard…. Being here, reliving memories that are painful. Some days I feel like I'm okay…that I'm getting better, but then others…"

"Feels as if you're back at square one…" He finished her sentence. "You feel like one moment you could be getting better, one step closer to leaving this place, and then you start craving the things that put you here. And it pisses you off, because you thought you were so close to recovery… to never having to come back. And then you may go through a withdrawal or two a day. And you wonder will you ever leave? What if you think you're better, get out, and then have to come back?"

Everything he said was exactly how she felt.

Bonnie didn't know when she focused her attention solely on him, but the look on his face as he spoke was as if he were reliving a memory. "I guess you've helped several people like me."

"You would be my first."

That shocked Bonnie a little. She knew that he was new to the facility but the way he was with her, it really seemed like he counseled people in rehab for a living.

Before Damon realized what he was doing he stood up from his chair and knelt down in front of Bonnie. Her eyes held him captive, as he grabbed her hand gently. "I know what you're going through Bonnie and I am going to help you. I'm going to help you get through this, and in no time you will be out of this place and never have to come back. But I need you to trust me, and meet me half way."

It felt as if electric shocks were shooting through her body at his touch, and yet it felt comfortable… almost right.

Damon knew that he had passed the line of professionalism. But he didn't care. He didn't care that someone could walk in on them at any moment and bust his ass. But, the fact that he donated a lot of money to this place would probably make them turn away.

"How do you know?" she asked, feeling the slight squeeze he was adding onto her hand to assure her. "How do you know what I'm going through?" It was a crazy question because he was a psychologist with a PH, D. So, of course he could understand people. There was just something about the way he explained everything to her. Almost as if…

"Because 10 years ago it was me sitting right where you are."

It was 9:30pm when Bonnie found herself walking back to her room. She didn't expect to run over her session. Hell, she didn't even know that it was allowed, but after Damon revealed that he use to be in rehab, it made her look at him in a completely different light. And that made her open up more without any hinted fear.

When she got to her room, she was a little surprised to see Rebekah lying on her bed. Well, actually she wasn't really that surprised because Rebekah usually stayed with her some nights.

Since Rebekah's back was facing towards her, she assumed she was sleep. Bonnie didn't even bother taking off her hoodie because the facility liked to freeze you at night, as she climbed into bed.

"It's about time you got here. What kind of session last two hours?"

Bonnie hinted an attitude in her tone, but when Rebekah turned around; Bonnie noticed hertear stained face.

"What happened?" she asked with concern. Bonnie wrapped her in her arms when more tears began to fall. "Bexs, what's wrong?"

After a few minutes, Rebekah was able to calm down a little and the tears ceased. Bonnie stayed silent, waiting for her friend to speak. She would wait all night if she had too, especially because Rebekah had done the same for her.

"Marcel is trying to get me to come home." Her voice was soft… distant.

Bonnie was confused.

"Marcel grew up with me and my family. He is like a brother to me. And my actual brothers want me to come home. So, they got him to check himself back in just to convince me to leave."

"Why don't you?" Bonnie asked Rebekah once before why she was still here, when she recovered almost two months ago. But the only answer she got was….

"I'm not ready yet…" Rebekah was now leaning against the headboard, staring into space, as Bonnie looked at her. "I was young when I started, just like you. I met this guy, and got in with the wrong crowd. I became distant from my brothers. And we all use to be so close. I told them I was leaving for college when really I was going to live with the guy. He treated me like a queen and we always got high and drank from morning to night most days. It was heaven. I felt weightless… beautiful… wanted. It's what all girls want, and I wasn't any different. When my brothers found out that I took the money from my tuition to build a life with him, they were furious." She paused for a moment, and Bonnie held onto her hand, providing her comfort, "Especially Niklaus. And though they tried to stop me, I am stubborn, so whatever they said, it went through one ear and out the other. And then one night, everything took a turn for the worst…."

Rebekah eye's drifted open slowly as she turned over in bed, reaching for the love of her life. A small pout formed on her face when he wasn't there.

"He's gone."

Her brother's voice sounded in her ears, causing her to sit up and pull the cover closer to her, "What are you doing here, Nik?"

"Rebekah, it's been fun…" He stated, reading from a piece of paper, "It's been fun, but I think we should see other people. You're nice and all… really generous. But I don't think it's the right time for me to get involved in anything serious. Thanks for the cash."

Tears escaped Rebekah's eyes, as Niklaus threw the piece of paper at her.

"How much did you give him, Rebekah?"

She ignored him, rereading the letter several times. This couldn't be real. Alexander couldn't have left her. He proposed to her last night.

Before she could comprehend anything else, she was being pulled by her arms, to come face to face with her brother, "HOW MUCH DID YOU GIVE HIM, REBEKAH!"

Rebekah cried. When her brother yelled it was almost like another World War.

"All of it…" She whispered through sobs

He let her go, causing her to fall back on the bed. He took the liquor and beer bottles that were around the room and started throwing them, watching as they shattered everywhere.

"Nik, stop!"

"You want me to stop! You put yourself on this path! You did this!" His eyes connected with hers, and the look he gave her was more than just a slap in the face, "From this moment on, you're not my family, you're not my sister. You. Are. Nothing." He threw one last bottle, and walked out of her life.

Rebekah's heart felt as if it were yanked out of her chest as she cried. She didn't know what to do, how to handle it. Alexander wasn't picking up his cell phone and Nik had walked out on her.

She didn't know how long she sat in the bed; she and Alex bought together, before Kol and Finn were walking through the door.

"Get your things, we're taking you home." Finn said, upon seeing his sister.

Rebekah stayed silent as she grabbed a few of her things. She was about to grab the bag of coke she left in the drawer from last night, but Kol was immediately yanking it out of her hand.

"I think it's best if you leave it here, sister."

Her eyes connected with his, and there was more than just anger behind her brother's eyes… there was hurt, betrayal.

Everything else that happened that night was just a blur of memories; getting in the backseat of Finn's car as Kol sat in the passenger's seat. Driving in the dark night as the rain mounted the earth, tire's screeching, and her head coming in contact with the glass window until everything went black.

Rebekah hadn't realized she was crying as she told Bonnie her story, "When I woke up a few days later, I learned that Kol and Finn didn't make it. A semi- truck crashed into us, and they didn't survive. And it was my fault. I did this."

Bonnie couldn't help but have a few tears in her eyes from what her friend just revealed, "No, Rebekah, it's not your fault."

"It is… if I would have let them help me, if I didn't lie and move away. And now my brothers are dead because of me. I did this…"

Bonnie held onto her as she cried in her arms.

Minutes passed before Rebekah was able to calm down. Her voice was barely there when she spoke, "I really did believe Alex when he said he loved me. He promised we'd be married. I trusted him with my heart… with my money. I let him start a bank account for us, and all my funds that I grew up with were in that bank account. What kind of hopeless fool does that?"

Bonnie loosely treaded her fingers through Rebekah's hair, providing comfort…. security.

"They will never be able to forgive me. And I don't blame them, because I can't forgive myself."

Bonnie held onto Rebekah as she fell asleep. Rebekah had always been so strong for her being here, and she was still fighting with demons of her own. She only hoped that soon she would be able to forgive herself for everything that happened.

As she continued holding on to her, she succumbed to sleep herself.

Past

For a moment Bonnie had no idea where she was or what was going on, all she knew was that someone had turned on her light and jumped on her bed.

"Wake up, sleepy heads!" Caroline beamed, letting the whole world know she was back in town.

Matt groaned from beside her, and she honestly couldn't remember Matt staying with her after they left Haley's this morning. All she could remember was taking a shower and lying on her bed and passing out.

Bonnie yawned, forgetting that Caroline was coming back today. Before she could say anything, Elena jumped on her bed, joining them. She was glad to see her friends, she really was, but she had a searing headache and just wanted to go back to sleep.

"It's like Five in the afternoon, why are you both still asleep?"

"Trying to get in the last bit of sleep before classes start tomorrow," Bonnie lie came off the top of her head.

"Okay, well we're back now, so get up! I have pictures and I got Henry Cavil's Autograph." The excitement in Caroline's voice was not missed. "And he even said I was pretty. I'm thinking a December wedding."

No one noticed Matt roll his eyes. He didn't want to partake in girl talk, all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

"Could you guys take this in the living room?"

"Someone's cranky." Elena said.

"I'll be out in a minute, guys." Bonnie gave them a small smile, as her friends walked into the living room and began talking about their Christmas Break.

Bonnie checked her phone and frowned a bit when there weren't any new text messages; which meant Shane hadn't tried to contact her. She quickly scrolled through her phone and clicked his name. The phone rang about three times before it went to voicemail. She tried again, because usually there were more rings before it went to voicemail, but this time it didn't even ring. Instead, the sound of Shane's voicemail invaded her ears again.

She tried not to make a big deal out of it as she left Matt to go and join her friends in the living room.

"So, Katherine's supposedly met a guy." Elena said, as Bonnie sat down beside her.

"How long do you think this one will last?" Caroline asked.

They were all aware that Katherine's relationships lasted no more than a month. She would grow tired of them and be on her merry way to the new guy.

"They've been dating for about three months. She was on her phone more than she was with us over Christmas."

"What does he look like?" Bonnie asked.

"He's actually kind of gorgeous. Not more than Stefan though." Elena quickly added that in, "And he has a British accent. Katherine introduced me via Skype."

"Well, go ahead Katherine." Caroline said, "Let's hope she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Yeah, I just felt like I was in the twilight zone this Christmas. Katherine wasn't that big of pain when we were together… a lot more bearable."

The girls laughed.

"So, Bons, how was it here? I still think you should have come with me." Caroline asked.

Bonnie loved her friends dearly but there was no way she was going to tell them certain things that happened during the break. She couldn't even bring herself to really believe that she participated in drugs and lost her virginity to her professor. Her heart sped up in agony, just thinking about it.

"Not much, Matt and I… um, we hung out most of the time. I made dinner, and just been lounging around watching movies."

"Yes, next time you are definitely coming with one of us." Elena announced.

As the girls continued talking about the ups and downs of their break, Bonnie zoned out. All she could think about was Shane and the fact that she had really gone there with him. How could she have been so stupid? She wanted so much to blame it on the drugs, but she had to own up to her actions. Yes, the drugs and alcohol made her feel carefree, weightless… on a whole different level, but when Shane was giving her this attention that she never got from anyone else it just set something off inside of her. She wanted to be daring, and experience what everyone else had.

And now, now he wasn't returning her calls. Granted, she just saw him this morning, and he probably had to get ready for class tomorrow, but still. She really just wanted to hear his voice.

"Earth to Bonnie," Caroline said, bringing Bonnie out of her thoughts, "Where were you just then?"

"Sorry, just thinking about class for tomorrow." That wasn't a complete lie.

"Well, the cafeteria is open; do you wanna go with us to get something to eat?" Elena asked.

"I'll past this time, I have this crazy headache and I just want to lie down."

Once Caroline and Elena left, Bonnie went back into her room and lied back down next to Matt.

"I know you're not sleep."

"Well, if you guys didn't laugh like hyenas, I probably would have been able to go back."

Bonnie shoved him a little before laying her head on his chest and falling back to sleep. She would see Shane tomorrow and everything would be okay.

When Bonnie walked into her 11:00 class the next morning, the only familiar face she noticed was April Young, the girl she met at Haley's. She wasn't going to sit by her until April waved her over.

"Bonnie, Hey! I'm glad I know someone in here." She smiled, but then whispered, "Well you know, other than Professor Shane."

At the mention of his name, her heart jumped. Even though she was still tired from last night, due to Caroline wanting everyone to stay up and watch a few movies with her because she couldn't sleep and that included Matt and Tyler, who had returned back to the dorms a couple hours after Caroline and Elena did, she was still ready to see Professor Shane.

And when he walked in, closing the door behind her, her heart sped up. Even though it had only been a day, he looked even more gorgeous to her.

Shane's eyes caught hers for a moment, but then he looked away to the rest of the class, "I am Atticus Shane, but you all can call me Shane."

Bonnie could hear a few girls whisper how hot he was behind her, and she instantly rolled her eyes.

"This is Philosophy 1101. I'm already going to inform you all that this isn't going to be an easy class, there will be a lot of discussions and papers, but you will learn a lot. If you don't want me as a teacher, please leave now, I will not be offended."

Everyone stayed in their seats.

As he began passing out the syllabus, Bonnie's phone vibrated. She mentally cursed because she thought she put it on silent.

She quickly turned it off, but not before Professor Shane had a few words to say, "I do not tolerate cell phone use in my class. Take that as a warning." He then placed the syllabus on her desk.

Bonnie's heart continued to pound. A few eyes were on her, and she was never one for attention. She almost had a fear of everyone paying sole attention to just her.

When class was over, Bonnie told April she would catch up with her later, even though she wouldn't. She didn't really want to have any connections with the people she did everything with… well except Shane. But that was for different reasons.

When all of the students left the classroom, Bonnie walked up to Professor Shane's desk.

"Can I help you with something, Miss Bennett."

Miss Bennett? She thought they were on a first name basis. "Um…are you mad at me or something?" Her voice was a bit shaky, because she wasn't use to dealing with situations like this.

"No, why would you think that?"

"I called you yesterday and I just…"

"I'm not mad, Bonnie. Just busy," He explained, "I have another class in a few, I'll call you later."

Bonnie found herself exiting the classroom. A small tear escaped her eye. Of course he was busy; he was a professor after all. They would talk later, and everything would be alright with the world again, she mentally noted as she joined Tyler in the cafeteria for lunch.

One Week Later

Bonnie tried covering her reddened face with make-up to hide the fact that she had been crying. It had been a whole week and Shane hadn't contacted her once. She knew he was busy but he could have at least sent a text message or responded to anyone of hers. She only had his class Monday's and Wednesday's and when she tried to talk to him after class Wednesday, he had to meet with someone.

And now a whole week had gone by and it was Monday again. She remembered confiding in Matt last night about what she did with Shane, and she was glad that he held no judgment towards her. He just held her while she cried, explaining that Shane was a 'First class Dick' and that made Bonnie cry harder.

Today she had dressed in a pink sweater dress and leggings that hugged her curves. She normally would have never worn anything like that to class because she believed in sweat pants or yoga pants, a t-shirt or hoodie, and her hair in a ponytail to be comfortable in class. And now her hair was down letting the loose curls fall down her back.

When she walked into class a few guys had their eyes on her, and she even heard someone whistle. An instant blush appeared on her face. She didn't like to stick out, but hell today… today was different.

April was the first to say something, "Wow, you look hot Bonnie,"

"Thanks," she said.

"So, later on Haley and I are going to a little house party, you down?"

Bonnie was about to answer but Shane walked in, laying a few papers down on his desk. He began calling out everyone's name one by one to get their graded homework assignment.

After several names, he finally called Bonnie's and she walked up to him. He only looked up because he heard a slight whistle coming from one of his students. When his eyes found hers, he began to look her up and down, but had to stop himself because he almost forgot he was in a classroom with his other students waiting to be called.

Bonnie grabbed her paper, smiled at her grade and sat back down. She made an A and that almost made her forget about her dilemma.

When class was over, Bonnie was the last one to walk out, but before she did, Shane called her name. "Bonnie, can I speak to you for a moment."

She turned around and he was standing right in front of her. Her breath caught in her throat a little as she looked into his eyes.

"I know I haven't called. But every time I plan too I get swamped with more work."

Bonnie's heart rate slowed down, "It's alright, I understand."

"What are you doing tonight, maybe we could hang out…. Talk..."

She couldn't help but smile, "Sure. Tonight is perfect." Even though she did have a test she needed to study for tomorrow morning. She usually studied way in advance, but this weekend she pretty much spent the whole weekend in her room, letting her emotions run wide over the man standing in front of her. But oh well, she would hang with Shane for a little and then just pull an all-nighter.

He then told her his address. "8:00?"

"8:00 is perfect." She smiled.

Present

Bonnie's eyes shot open, and after a moment glanced at her clock. It read 4:00am. She was no longer holding Rebekah, but sleeping at the end of her bed. She hadn't even realized that she moved.

She then thought about her dream. She could remember that night like it was yesterday. That was the night she went over to Shane's. He apologized for being so distant and she found herself sleeping with him again, and doing a line of coke. She didn't wake up until the next afternoon, completely missing her test and not being able to make it up.

And it didn't get better from there….

A/N: What do you think? I know, not that much Bamony goodness and I apologize, but I really am trying to not make them jump into anything, because come on he's her therapist, and half the stuff he did in here was completely unprofessional. But hey, it's Damon. But you can tell that there is an attractiveness going on in there, and Damon has some conflicting feelings that he shouldn't be having.

Also, I'm sure you all noticed that scene with Rebekah and Klaus had parts from 4x04. I know if you all are Kol and Finn Fans, you are probably cussing me out. But trust me, I am a big Kol fan, but they were only needed for the scene I had them in. And knowing me and my new love for Kennett, it may have not been a Bamon fic anymore lol.

I know Bonnie may seem weak, or wishy washy but it's all a part of her recovery. And in the past, it's obvious that Shane is blowing her off, but Bonnie is so absorbed with just losing her virginity and everything is just conflicting. But trust me when I say our strong Bonnie will develop back in this story.

But enough of my rambling. I value you each and every single one you for reading and sticking with this story. It really means a lot.

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