Letters to My Ex-Jerk

Prologue- Dear Ex- Jerk

A/N: Hey guys… this is a new Bamon ALL HUMAN fanfiction I decided to write because I was finishing up on Just Friends and because I got some inspiration from a fanfiction I read and wanted to write this… (: Anyway, I really hope you like it.. Please take time to leave a review if you do…

This is not really a chapter; it's just to let you have a taste of what's going on in the story and stuff. The whole story will NOT be written in letters; this is just the prologue.

Okay, Enjoy! Oh, and It's mostly all in Bonnie's P.O.V unless I say otherwise!

Lily xx

Dear My Ex- Jerk,

(otherwise known as Damon Salvatore, or Damon jerk Salvatore)

Anyway, it doesn't really matter. This letter is to the same person. You. You broke my heart. You tore it up and threw away the pieces after everything we'd been through. We were truly in love. You were my everything and I thought I was yours too. Turns out I was your nothing. You cheated on me.

I remember the day we got together. It was September 9th 2009. I had been in the NYU for about a week. You weren't even a student there. I was studying law; I still am. I had always wanted to be a lawyer. You went to the City University of New York. You studied Political Science. You claimed you weren't a 'rich kid' but you loved me anyway. You loved me more than anything you'd ever loved before. Or so you said. We met 'by accident' at Starbucks, that one near my University. You claimed that you needed time to think between your heavy study schedule. You met my eyes across the room with your amazing blue ones and you wouldn't leave my gaze.

You came over, asking me if I could sit. I let you. I smiled shyly, happy that you were talking to me. You were easily the most handsome guy there and you knew it. I know you did. That pretty brunette kept flirting with you; the one you pretended not to notice, but I know that you noticed how pretty she was. But your eyes never strayed. We talked about college. I complained about my new apartment roommate, Anna. I told you she was annoying because she put the music on way too loud. You had complaints about your college rooming too; said you didn't like the dorms at the Frat house you were supposed to be staying in. You said your roommate was a dog; I laughed. You were funny. You still are.

You fooled me with your charm and amazing physique. I thought you really liked me. You said you did. You gave me your phone number when you rushed off to class; told me to call if I wanted to go out with you. I hurried back to class too, flushed with pride. I held your number close to my heart and as soon as I went back home, I gave you a call. We arranged dinner at some place you said sold the best hot dogs in the world. Anna asked me where I was going; I was not close enough to her to tell. I told her I had a study date; and that was kind of true. I was studying…love.

We had a great time. You were right about the hot dogs. They tasted great. But not as good as your kisses. I got to taste one of those at the end of the night. They were amazing. You were a way better kisser than any other boy I'd dated before. You seemed a dream. To me you were my own personal angel, sent down from heaven to make me happy. I was a fool. I'm not any more.

We went out for a couple of months; at first, we went to the hotdog place, but then I started to get bored. Instead, I'd make a picnic. Anna and her weird emo boyfriend used to come too. And we'd make fun of them and laugh. Do you remember? Those were some of the best dates I'd ever been out on. We'd go for long walks afterwards, looking up at the amazing lights of the city. No unnatural force could tear us apart; we were soul mates. We didn't need an unnatural force to wreck it all; you did it in the blink of an eye.

January 23rd 2010. The first night we slept together, or 'made love' as you liked to call it. You were easy on me even though it wasn't the first time for me to have it. It was the night of my life. I thought we'd be inseparable after that. We were for a while.

Skip to April 12th 2010. It was Spring break. My parents invited me to go on holiday with them in the Caribbean Islands. I declined, knowing your parents couldn't afford to send you or your brother away; I wanted to stay with you. I was crazy in love. You weren't close to your brother; I'd met him only a couple of times. He was your younger brother; the same age as me. Stefan, I believe he was called. It was the worst mistake of my life not going on that trip. If I'd gone maybe we wouldn't have broken up so soon.

The tears are dropping down on the page of my letter as I write about the night of our break up. It was the night of a party in your dorm. You'd invited me over with a bunch of your friends. We were having a blast. That was until I decided to go to the restroom; I was having problems you see, it was my time of month and all that. I shouldn't have gone to the bathroom. I should have tried to hold myself.

When I came back, she was all over you. That same brunette from Starbucks. You had your hands in her hair and you were making out like there was no tomorrow. I felt my heart squeeze in my chest like I thought I would die. My heart was truly breaking. I felt no anger for you then. The tears just clouded my vision, and I ran out, refusing to talk to you when you yelled at me to come back. It was cold out. You ran after me but I ignored you. I didn't want to hear it. That was the first night I saw you cry.

I ran back home and Anna wasn't there to comfort me; she was vacationing with emo dude. I cried until the morning. My mom called me the next morning; I told her all about you. She told me I was better off alone; I screamed and told her she was wrong. I loved you. I still do. At least, I'm not sure. I went through the anger phase pretty quickly. I hated you. I didn't want to ever see you again. I wanted you to die so you'd never cause me pain again. I was being unfair but I was mad because you'd hurt me. I still am mad.

It took my months to get over you. I still feel the pain of your betrayal. I moved out from my apartment with Anna. She asked me about you, and she was still dating that weird emo kid; I couldn't room with her. It was too much. You had influenced me too much in that flat. Your presence was disturbing.

I moved in with Elena Gilbert. She is my age and she's studying Fine Arts at the NYU. She was a great friend and didn't cause a lot of trouble. The guys she dated were tolerable and after she set me up on a few double dates with her, I started to forget about you. I burned all our pictures and movie tickets and everything that reminded me of you. I didn't want to remember. I was finally getting better. I started hanging out with other boys, but our relationships never lasted very long. I'd always remember you and that night so long ago in your dorm room. It's hard to think about it even now.

That was until Elena brought home her latest date one night. It was you. At first I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe you were here and dating my new friend. But it was true. And I couldn't stop myself from crying that night. I never told Elena about you; I didn't want to remember. I haven't told her until today. I don't want to. She loves you and you love her. But you stand her up. That makes her cry. She's practically my best friend now, and I'm giving you up for her.

I don't love you any more. Then why am I writing this letter to you even though I'm not going to send it? I'm not sure. I'm going to put this in the box under my bed with all the rest of them and never look at them again. Writing letters to you is the only way I can express how I feel. It's how I connect with myself.

You're taking her out for dinner tonight, yet you still haven't shown up. She's crying in her favorite dress. My heart is breaking for you and for her. I'm going to go comfort her and talk some sense into her.

Sincerely,

Bonnie Bennett

A/N: Hey guys, I know it wasn't an awesome start, but it's kind of a taster for next chapter. So now you know Bamon's not so sweet history. What do you think is going to happen next?

I'll try to update soon

Lily x

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD.