He's staring. He's always staring, but now, it's different. Maybe it's because he seen me naked. Maybe it's because I seen him naked. Or, maybe it was because we were both seen naked, together, in his room, all night while Elena, his girlfriend, was away at college.

She said she wanted to start a new leaf and get away from all the "craziness" that has occurred ever since the first day that the Salvatore brothers stepped foot in this small town and I didn't blame her for leaving, even though she was the main reason why we had so many enemies and how I was the only one that died a couple of times just to save her. You would think that the way she was talking about being exhausted and taking a break, that she was the one who was always risking her life at the drop of a dime.

But now she's back and I'm happy because I missed her a little. I mean, why wouldn't I, after all we been through, especially after everything I did for her (even though, I still didn't get a thank you), she was still my friend. But I couldn't concentrate on her being back or the joy that I was slightly feeling because he's staring at me, hard. So hard that it feels like the heat of his glare would melt all my skin off. He wanted me to look at him so bad. Sorry, not gonna happen buddy.

I felt my phone buzz and I rolled my eyes. No surprise when the name "Bastard" popped up in a text message. If you guys haven't figured it out, the bastard was Damon.

{"You can't ignore me Bon-Bon, I always get my way"}

I snorted and rolled my eyes again. Does he not know that I could play the silent treatment game forever? I turned my phone off and focused on what Caroline was saying. We were all at the Salvatore mansion. It was sorta of like a "Welcome Back Elena" party with the usual crew,; myself, Caroline, Stefan, Matt, Elena, Alaric, Jo, and him. I wasn't gonna go at first and blame it on the flu, but I knew if I didn't come, he would show up and Elena would be upset because the attention wouldn't be on her, so I said fuck it, I'll go for a couple of hours, then I'm gone.

I secretly looked at them from the corner of my eye. Elena was whispering what I could assume, "sexy things" in his ear, while he was still trying to catch my attention. I smirked. Who knew I had it like that? Hell, I been knew I had it, but to make Damon look this desperate for little ole me, while he had the "love of his life" draped on him made me inwardly pat myself on the back.

I know what you guys are thinking,"Bonnie, you seem out of character, I thought Elena was your friend?", And she is, but after being treated like a doormat since the age of sixteen and dying more times than a nintendo game character would even make you have that "I don't give a fuck attitude". Since childhood, it has always been Elena. While sometimes Caroline would also get praise, it was always Elena. She got the most boys, the good looks, the innocence, everything. While all I got was the "Hey Bonnie, do you feel like giving up your teenage life to save America's Sweetheart, while we basically walk all over you until you have a mental breakdown and suicidal thoughts?."

Ever since I came back from that hell hold that was the "Other Side", I decided that the Bonnie, who would risk her life for the people she loved and would go through hell and back for, was dead and gone. Now, I'm the only person who I'm looking out for, no one else and if it seems a little selfish, then I guess the New Bonnie is a selfish person.

I'm more relaxed now. My hair grew back to the length that stopped at my breasts and I decided to dye it red. Not that bright red, but the dark, fiery one. I'm wearing clothes that actually frame my body, which has been looking right these days. One of the main reasons why Damon's eyes had been glued to me since I walked inside the house, especially on the lower part of my body. And, I have been going out more, with the help of Caroline who was finally happy that I was hooking up with other guys instead of pining after Jeremy. (That was the old me, Jeremy was so yesterday's news).

Although a small tiny part of me was worried that the gang would not like the new me, they seemed the most supportive, especially Stefan, who was finally happy that I was controlling my own life. The only person who didn't like it was of course, Damon. He felt like I was being too careless ever since he first found a tattoo on my lower back, then again on the side of my hip, and an another one going down my spine. He thought that I was turning into "one of those emo freaks" as he would put it. He also thought I was being too "loose" with "strange men". Like that one time, he almost ripped a guy's head off when he caught us making out in the bushes behind a club. I questioned why he was so worried about me, but his answer was always, "Elena wants me to check up on you", which sounds strange because the one time I did call her telling her to stop making Damon my bodyguard, she was a little confused.

It didn't take a idiot to know that she wasn't the one who was so interested in my personal life. Most of the time when Damon would "surprisingly" show up at parties where I was talking to other guys, I allowed him to whisk me away with me carried over his shoulder pounding on his back to let me down. While other times, it became extremely annoying. He had no right to tell me how to live my life, especially after all I've sacrificed to make sure that his "soulmate" was safe and sound. So one night, after being stood up from my date who called and said I never told him that I had a "psycho boyfriend" that threatened to rip his skin inside out, I got right in my car, drove to the Salvatore mansion, marched up the stairs and into Damon's room livid. He must of been expecting me because he casually looked up from his book and gave an innocent smile, along with the "fancy seeing you here", phrase. I walked up to him and gave him an aneurysm so bad that it made his eyes tear up from the sting of it.

He was on knees screaming as I bent down to his level.

"Stay the hell away from me and out my life. I had enough of you popping up and sticking your nose in my business. Enough is enough."

I turned around to storm out of his room, but I was slammed against the door, which had closed from the impact. I looked up and if I haven't lost all my fears after dying so many times, I would have shit my pants by the furious glare Damon was giving me. He had his vamp face with black veins surrounding his eyes as he growled and bared his fangs. Uh, oh.

"I have been trying to look out for you and make sure you're not giving it up to every guy in town and this is how I'm treated?" He gritted out.

His grip was tight on my shoulders, but not tight enough to the point that it was painful.

"I don't care Damon, if I needed your help, I would have asked, which I never have to do because I can take care of myself. Hell, I've been doing it as long as I can remember or have you forgotten?"

"And why do you think I'm here for you now? I'm trying to be a better friend."

I laughed bitterly. "Who the hell do you think you are? Do you actually think that by popping up everywhere and being 'Captain Save a Hoe' that I'm supposed to be honored by the fact that you're giving up your free time, that was originally the 'stuck up Elena's ass time?'

Damon was seething, but I continued anyway.

"Do you want a cookie Damon?, Or how about having me call Elena and telling her that you have been a very good boy? Do you actually think that when she comes back from school that you will earn some pathetic points and get your dick sucked?"

I can tell Damon was a little shocked and hurt by my choice of words, but he tried his best not to let it show. He narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer.

"Oh yeah?, You think that just because you changed your hair and started showing your ass that you're gonna get respect around here?"

He laughed darkly and I felt the heat of my anger rise up so high that it was on the verge of making my whole body explode.

"Face it Bonnie, No matter what you do, you will always be a doormat." He paused for a second. "No scratch that, a doormat is not what you are, you're more like scum, something that I have to scrape against the hard pavement to get off my Italian loafers. You're nothing. The only reason you're alive right now is because of Elena, she wanted you back home, not me."

Although those words were ripped through my heart like a machete, from the look in his eyes, I can see the immediate regret he felt once he said it. I knew that he didn't neccesarily mean it. He was trying to me hurt me like I hurt him, and it was working. I felt tears rush up, but I refused to cry, to let him think that he won.

I watched as he took a deep breath, his head down. He must be waiting for my reaction. I knew he saw the tears in my eyes because his cold denominar was replaced with compassion and regret, but I just stood there, still trapped between the door and his hard body.

After a short silence, Damon sighed.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean my words, you know that, but you drive me crazy sometimes and you said some real hurtful shit too. Plus, I hate to see you cry especially when I caused it."

I was still looking at Damon as he rambled on. Well, not really looking at him, but through him. I was thinking of something. He spent all his time claiming to protect me when he knew that I was as powerful as him and Stefan combined. He repeatedly made sure that I was home by sitting on my porch all night because although nothing dangerous has happen in Mystic Falls in two years, he feels like "just in case something does happen," he wants to be there so he could be the hero and tell Elena all about how he finally saved me for a change. He would send evil glares to almost every guy that has casually talked to me or even spared a glance. Hell, he even threatened my date by introducing himself as my "psychotic boyfriend." There were also times when I first started wearing tighter fitting clothes and I would catch his eyes travel up and down my body. I even heard low growls come out of him.

I knew that when we were both stuck over at the Other Side for a couple of months, our hormones were running wild. Epecially with the noticeable sexual tension that was always in the air whenever we argued, and trust me, there was a lot. During the nights when I was extremely horny, there were times when I thought about saying fuck it and letting Damon have me up and down in that house, in every position. I knew he would have if I gave in, but that was when I was the Old Bonnie and I honestly cared for Elena's feelings, although it seemed like she really didn't care for mine or even Damon's when she decided to erase her memory. Again, the attention always had to be on her.

When I came back, me and Damon did grow closer than before and we had a (dare I say it), friendship. Our once hatred filled arguments, turned into playful jabs and sometimes even flirting. Damon would sometimes spend the night at my house and me at his, while we watched "The Bodyguard". There were times when we would fall asleep on the bed and I would wake up in the middle of the night to him having his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his face nuzzled in my neck. There was also a time I caught him with his hardened dick pressed against my ass, which he blamed it on all men having morning wood.

I thought about the times when his face would twist up every time he heard me and Caroline talk about our sex lives. His face with disgust when Caroline would talk about her and Stefan, but with me, it was a hint of anger. I once watched as he stormed out and went straight to his bedroom while loudly slamming the door and locking it. I remember giving a look of confusion to Caroline, while she gave me an unreadable one, almost like she knew a secret. I was gonna question her, but Stefan came in and started being mushy, which of course made me gag.

I remember opening his bedroom door that was unlocked, (which was strange because he did lock it, which meant that he probably knew that I was going to eventually come to see what's up with him) and plopped down on the bed next to him, while I asked what his problem was. He responded that I shouldn't be explaining my "details" around the house, especially with his sensitive hearing. I rolled my eyes at his request, but decided that I should at least respect the man in his own home and agreed to only explaining my sexual "details" at my house. I meant it as a joke, but he looked annoyed by that and kept quiet. I was gonna get up and leave him alone, but he pulled me back down on his bed. He looked at me like he wanted to say something and the way he was staring had my insides feeling some type of way. Whatever it was he wanted to tell me, it went away along with the look and he instead asked me if I wanted to have "movie night " with him, which made me shrug in agreement because I was afraid I might say something awkward in the already awkward moment that we were having. Throughout the movie, I coudn't help, but steal glances at Damon, who was casually eating popcorn and "pretending" to be watching the movie. I wondered what was going on with him, but decided that he would tell me when the time came.

And now I knew. As I thought back to how he acted, every look, every touch that lingered a little too long. I realized one thing that has been in my face this whole time; he was jealous. He was jealous because deep down, he wanted me to all to himself and not just in a "friendly" way.

Damon, having stopped apologizing a while ago, snapped his fingers that brought me back to reality. As my eyes connected with his he braced himself, prepared to face another aneurysm or attack or some more hurtful words to come out my mouth, but all I did was laugh, which he responded by looking at me like I was crazy.

"Um, well this is not how this fight was supposed to turn out." He let out a breath that sounded like a sigh of relief, although he still looked a little unsure.

As my laughter died down, I looked at him again.

"I can't believe it, all this time." I shook my head.

Damon lightly grabbed my face to keep it still. "All this time what?"

"All this time, you have lied to me".

"What are you talking about?"

I sighed as I removed his hand of my face and leaned against the door, with a satisfied look as if I just crack the most secretest code in the world.

"The reason why you were acting like this, being a bodyguard, calling off my date tonight, you're jealous." I couldn't help but put extra emphasis on that word and I knew it was affecting him because his face changed as if he was a five year old,caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

Damon laughed, like a wealthy old man. Something he does when he's nervous.

"I'm jealous? of what?"

"Of me, being with guys. Dating them. You hearing me exchange stories with Caroline about fucking them."

I watched as his eyes got darker. I smirked. I slowly slid of the wall and walked the small space we had between each other until we were chest to chest.

"You don't like the fact that another man had their hands all over me, in me, among other things.

I pressed myself against him and slowly moved my hands up and down his chest until I slipped one hand under his shirt. I felt him shiver and I grinned widely.

"Come on Damon, admit it. It made you see red to visualize another man grabbing my breasts."

I squeezed his and then flicked his nipple. He let out a small groan as I continued talking.

"His hands moving up my skirt and his shock when he realized that I didn't have any panties on."

My hand traveling down his stomach. I unbutton his jeans and slid a hand inside. Of course he went commando. He closed his eyes as I slowly went down his hardened thick length. I got to the head of it and lightly squeezed.

"Oh shit." Damon groaned out as he leaned against me. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly pumped him.

"The moans I yelled out as he worked faster and faster against my clit".

My hand started pumping at great speed.

"Damn Bonnie." His voice getting rougher. I bit my lip.

"But even though he was doing those things to my body, you wanna know who's name I screamed out as I came, huh?"

My hand working faster as Damon let out a string of curse words. I knew his release was coming.

I got on my tippy toes as I made my mouth right next next to his ear. My hand still pumping him.

"You." I whispered. And with that Damon exploded. I smiled. There's no way he could deny it now.

As his breathing calmed down, I slowly licked my fingers clean. His eyes narrowed as I moaned in pleasure.

He slammed me back against the door and gripped my waist.

"You wanna play?" He growled as he lifted me up, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

"Bonnie Bennett, I'm gonna pound into that pussy so hard and good that every man you look at, you will see a vision of me. I'm gonna make sure everyone, including you knows that this pussy is mine." He growled in my ear.

To say that I was soaked would make the Mississippi River bow its head in shame. My arousal was so strong that I was sure if there were vampires in New England, they would smell it. Damon growled again as he inhaled it.

He moved me towards the bed and threw me on top of it. I looked up at Damon as he stood over me, slowly pulling off his shirt. I licked my lips as he showed me his delicious abs.

He made his way on top of me, but before he could kiss me, I flipped him over and straddled him. He looked a little surprised by my sudden strength, although he should be used to it by now. His hands immediately gripped my waist.

"Before we do anything, I want you to admit that you were jealous".

Damon rolled his lust filled eyes.

"Didn't that little stunt you just pulled by the door prove that I was?"

"Yeah, but I still wanna hear you say it".

"And if I don't?"

I smirked as I slowly grinded my hips agains his, while he groaned. I lowered my face until we were nose to nose.

"Then you can't have none of this kitty kat".

I was suddenly flipped over and Damon grounded himself hard against me. I let out a long purr.

"Fine, if you want me to say it so badly, then yes, I was jealous". He muttered out the last part.

I cupped my hand around my ear, "Louder". I saw a little red tint on his cheeks. Was he blushing?

"Oh no no, I already said it once, plus you're gonna be the one who's gonna be screaming louder.

"Oh yeah, I doubt it." I smiled and for the first time, I actually saw him give a genuine smile back. Then it was replaced by a devilish grin.

"You're gonna regret that coming out your mouth." He said as he placed his lips over mine, our mouths and tongues fitting together as if it was made for each other.

And I did regret my words because when Damon said something, he meant it. I was sore for a week straight. We tried to hide it from Caroline and Stefan, but eventually they did figure it out and I was surprised they didn't judge, especially since Damon was still in a relationship with Elena.

I knew I should feel bad about going around behind her back, but surprisingly, I didn't. Is that wrong? I mean, we only did it once... or maybe twice. I forgot.

When Elena did come home, she made the news that she planned on not returning to college because it "wasn't really her thing". (Of course it wasn't, she was a quitter anyway.) No Bonnie, that's your friend, you support her decisions, no matter how annoying it is.

A little part of me did expect Damon to tell her about us. Just so she could see that even the love-stricken puppy that used to follow her anywhere and everywhere, has set his sights on someone else, her best friend. The one who was never the attractive one, or the center of attention. She even had the nerve to look at my apperance and judge my hair, saying that it didn't fit my face. "Oh, I'm just so used to the black hair, that it kinda throughs me off, please tell me that the red is just a faze." She, right at that moment, deserve a slap to her face. But instead, I smiled at her because I had her man screaming my name louder than he has ever screamed hers, as if he even did.

I wasn't upset when he didn't tell her, although he should. I knew deep down he was still in love with her and I was not about to be in a love triangle because that's annoying and it would clearly waste my time. I wasn't even heartbroken when Elena told me and Caroline about how magical her sex with Damon was. (Hmmm I wonder if he changed the sheets or at least washed the scent of me off of it. I guess Elena was too naive to notice.)

Caroline and Stefan would give me looks of sympathy, but I would shrug, he was never my boyfriend to begin with. We were "friends". So just like I didn't mind that he slept with Elena and how he avoided eye contact with me when he knew that I found out, I hoped he didn't mind when he found out that I went back to sleeping with other guys. Hey, a girl has needs too.

To say he was angry and ready to rip me to shreds (and not in a good way) was the shorter version. That night, he came to my house. He screamed, I screamed, then we fucked. And he went back to Elena, while I did my own thing.

Now we are back in the present, (at Elena's party or whatever), and yep you guessed it, he's still staring. I think he might be mad because I called whatever we had (through text) off. I am nobody's toy and I refused to be used again. He wasn't exactly happy with my answer, but he did respect it. Until he started to call and text me promising that he only wanted to "hang out". I even banned him from my house because he kept showing up unannounced. We were definitely passed the "just friends" stage. Oh well, guess I gotta find another buddy to watch "The Bodyguard" with. (inserts long dramatic sigh)

As I laughed at what Matt was saying, I glanced over to Damon who's eyes immediately locked on to mine. From the way his face lit up, I guess he was happy that I was finally acknowledging him. (Awwww he thinks that I finally gave in to his creepy staring). Now just as I gave him more joy from that short eye contact than when his girlfriend first returned, I looked away and asked Matt if he could drive me home. I made up an excuse that I had a little headache, to which everyone seemed to understand. (I was still leaving if they didn't). As I waved bye to everyone (minus Damon), I linked my arms through Matt's.

I saw Damon's eyes narrowed. I winked, then the little veins started to pop out on his face, but it went away before anyone noticed. Don't be mad Damon, you got your girlfriend to comfort you.

As I sat in Matt's car on the way home, I thought about how my life got like this and if I even enjoyed it anymore. As we drove, we stopped abruptly. Matt got out the the car and saw that his tires were slashed. His face was held in confusion as he called Stefan telling him that he thinks that some vampire did it to trap us, but I only knew of one of them that could be as petty and insecure to actually slash Matt's tires because he was such a baby, I grinned to myself, dammit Damon, always had to be the one with the last laugh.