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Life (Shit) Happens	By : Scorpio-Karma Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 3793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bonnie wakes up to her alarm blaring static. It used to be set to a station, but the dial broke and she hadn't gotten around to replacing it—it wasn't a big deal and she found that the static woke her up faster and kept her from being late. Today she didn't care about being late, so today she did not appreciate being wide awake due to her alarm. She presses the off button with no issue and turns over lying on her back sighing.
She doesn't feel like getting out of bed, and almost would give into that feeling if she didn't have something so important to do that required it. She groans as she throws the covers off of her and slides her feet over the edge of the bed while still lying down. When she finally sits up she slumps forward staring at her bathroom door. It feels like an impossible task to make it there, but she's never been one give up on any challenge even if it's with herself.
Bonnie has never been a morning person—always preferred the hue of the night—but waking up has never felt this difficult. Subconsciously she always knew this day was coming from the moment they met—she just decided not to listen. She decided to go against her instincts and live for once and now it has become more than what she intended and she can't take no for answer—no matter how much he tries to avoid the subject.
Bonnie gets into the shower in hopes that the warm water will help with the feeling of dread that had taken over. She knew the chances of him picking her, but she has to try—she has to remind him why they were at this point in the first place—why they fell in love.
They were all sitting at a table in the campus cafeteria. Elena was sitting in Stefan's lap on one side of the table—it was as though they were in their own world. Sitting next to them were Damon and Caroline having their daily argument. And there was Bonnie sitting across from them, alone, picking at her eggs watching everyone at the table.
"I don't care what you want to plan Blondie, I'm not giving you my schedule."
Caroline audibly growls. "If I don't have your schedule, I don't know when you're available, so I can't include you in any our plans this week."
"Now you're getting it—I don't want to be included in your plans. Besides, you don't even like me so why are you so adamant about me being included in anything with you."
"Because I have to think about more than just me and since others don't find your company revolting I have to make an effort to include you." She lets out a calming breath. "Also if you don't want to be seen hanging out with us, why are you even here?"
"Don't put words in my mouth, I just said I didn't want to be included in your plans especially since I know exactly what they are—they haven't changed for the last two years why would you change them now?"
"Because it's a new school year and it's important we stick together because someone has to make sure we don't drift apart."
"'Cause that would be so tragic."
"Don't mock me!" Caroline hits him across the chest.
"Don't hit me!"
"Alright children, stop," Stefan interjects and Caroline looks at him outraged while Damon just scowls at him.
"If he would just give me his class schedule I would."
"Damon, why are you being so stubborn about this? It's just your schedule which I'm pretty sure you're not going to follow anyway, so just give it to her."
"No, did you really think that would work?"
"Had to try, especially since you're being an ass for no reason."
"I don't need one—I'm just an ass."
Stefan lets out an exasperated breath and rolls his eyes. "You know one day you're not going to be so proud of that fact," he says and turns his attention back to Elena who kisses him sweetly, Damon just scowls further. No one else notices it except Bonnie, but a look passes between Elena and Damon that results in her looking guilty while Damon just gets angrier.
"Ugh don't make me throw up my breakfast," he says he gets up and walks off in the direction of his class.
Noticing the time Bonnie gets up also. "Alright guys I'm out, I have psychology in ten minutes and I don't want to be late on my first day."
"Bye Bon."
"Bye, Bon."
"See you later."
When she gets to her class it's packed. The only seats left are in the front much to her disdain—she always been more of middle or back of the class kind of girl. As she sits down she notices that there's no professor in the room, she wonders if he's late. The rest of the class didn't seem to care as they chattered loudly to one another. She didn't recognize anyone so, she just got out her notebook and pen and started doodling quietly while ignoring everyone around her.
When he walks into the room she thinks he's a student. He's a little overdressed in a blazer with elbow patches, but he still looked good. Although his clothes were neat and formal his overall appearance was a little messy. He had scruff on his face like he needed to shave, his curly hair looked unkempt, and his shirt had too many buttons unbuttoned, but it all just added to his appeal for her—she was instantly attracted and could feel butterflies in her stomach.
Looking at the empty seat next to her she looks up at him and smiles towards him in hope that he'll choose the seat next to her. He smiles back at her as he walks past her and stands in front of the podium.
Still looking at her he shouts, "Sorry I'm late everyone."
The classroom quiets down as everyone turns their attention to him. "Had some personal matters to attend to."
He turns his attention away from Bonnie and to the students in front of him. "I'm Atticus Shane, known to you for the rest of the semester as Professor Shane and this is Psych 3020: Mind and Behavior," he says as he clasps his hands together. "I'm guessing most of you knew that and if you didn't I'm sorry you got lost, but you're in the wrong class." A few students get up and quickly rush out of the classroom. "Happens every semester."
"So, Mind and Behavior, it's pretty self-explanatory what we'll be dedicating our time to this semester, but for more specifics, let me hand out the syllabuses."
After that the class goes over what will be expected from them and what they'll be graded on—he doesn't look at her once. She keeps willing him in her mind to look over at her, but just continues class and starts his lecture.
He starts the class off with a "fun" lecture about mind control. Most of the class is enraptured by the concept, but Bonnie doesn't put much stock in it—if mind control were real she'd be able to get him to look over at her again. She feels kind of silly about the whole thing since he's her teacher and there's not much that can come of it, but it's still always nice to be noticed by people you're attracted to.
Unsatisfied by his lack of attention to her, Bonnie takes to tuning him out and back to doodling in her notebook. She's so spaced out that she almost misses when he calls her out.
"You, drawing in your notebook!" She jumps a little in her seat and looks up at him with her full attention.
"What do you think about hypnotism? And be honest, don't give me the answer you think'll give you a good grade."
Bonnie looks around the room and feels mildly uncomfortable with being put on the spot, but she answers anyway. "I think…hypnosis only works if you believe it will—like the placebo effect."
"So you think that you have to be completely open to the idea for it to work."
"Yep," she says stressing the "p".
"So do you think that you could be hypnotized?"
"Nope, I'm not so easily manipulated."
"Really?"
"Yes, really," she says a little aggravated.
"Okay, so tell me, would you like to put your earring back on?"
Bonnie furrows her brows in confusion and the looks down at her desk where the earring she doesn't remember taking off lays neatly on her notebook. "How?"
"Well, I guess you'll have to come back to class next time to find out." He smirks at her and then turns to the rest of the classroom, "class dismissed."
Bonnie couldn't help but look at him in amazement as everyone slowly filtered out of the classroom. She was going to like this class a whole lot more than anticipated.
Bonnie is outside her apartment door locking up when she hears the door behind her creaking. Already knowing who it is she sighs—she has no energy for him today, not even snap back at him.
"Fancy meeting you here." He leans back on the doorway and crosses his leg in front of him.
Bonnie turns around giving him a halfhearted smile and nods in response.
His playful expression immediately falls when he sees the miserable look on her face. "Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?"
She cocks her head to the side. "Is that an actual expression?"
She asks that a little too monotone for his liking. "Yes, I heard on TV once, so it must be—TV doesn't lie to you."
"Yeah, well, keep believing that." She starts down the hall toward the stairs.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Huh?" she stops and turns facing him.
"You didn't answer my question and it's only fair since I answered yours and I asked first."
"Really, you want me to answer 'who peed in my Cheerios'?" She looks at him in disbelief. "No one, dumbass, but I'll be sure to tell you when someone does."
"Noted, and that still not answering my question. Someone or something's bothering you and I want to know."
She scoffs, "Why do you even care? You hate me—you make it your life's mission to annoy me with every chance you get, so why would you care if something's bothering me?" Her voice rises, "Is that something only you're allowed to do? Huh?"
"No, it's just not fun kicking someone while their down. Like seriously, what is the point if there isn't a challenge? I just want you back to you plucky self so that I can have fun again because this has been going on for a while."
"Maybe you just wore me down—ever think that?"
"You know I did, but it was just way too easy—you're more…resilient than that."
"And how would you know? You barely know anything about me."
"I know enough." He pushes himself off the wall and walks to his to his door. He opens it and before he goes to walk in he pauses. He looks over at her and says with complete sincerity, "Seriously, what's wrong?
"None of your business," she says softly. She then proceeds to walk to the stairs and descends them.
"Can't say I didn't try," she hears him say from a distance.
When she gets in her car she takes a moment to herself. She's not hiding her feelings as well as she thought if her neighbor was picking up on it. She just hopes her friends are too preoccupied to notice because she doesn't feel like dealing with their concern especially since she can't tell them anything. Although if the past is any indicator they're definitely too preoccupied to noticing anything going on with her which brings her more comfort than it should.
Bonnie takes a deep breath and relaxes her muscles. Feeling calm enough she opens her eyes and turns on the car. The clock on the dash tells her that her class has already started meaning she's late, but she can't find it in her to care. She's only going to worry about things that matter today and being late isn't one of them.
She's sitting in his office waiting for him to finally sit down so that they can discuss her grade. His office is filled with boxes as though he just moved in. He's hunched over a box trying to find something within it but is having trouble. After a few minutes, he comes up and huffs in frustration. "I'll look for it later." He stands and walks over to sit at his desk.
"Alright, what did you want to discuss?" He's sweaty, and a little agitated, but still manages to smile at her.
"My paper," she pushes the essay in front of him, "I want to know why you gave me a 'C'."
He flips through her essay and skims it over. "I gave you a 'C' for the reason I wrote in the corner it's too dense."
"I got that, but how is it too dense? I did a lot of research and I thought I analyzed myself pretty well." Her voice raises in protest.
"The research is fine, but the details about you are dense. I can't tell if the conclusions you draw are correct because there isn't enough information there." He turns to a page in her essay. "Here, where we get to how you were parented and how that affects your behavior," he points to a passage, "you tell me he was a permissive parent and then list the effects of permissive parenting on children and how that's similar to you, but you never go into detail about how he was permissive or what specific things he did that shaped the way that you think, you just went straight to the generalized terms. I needed more of you in this essay." He looks up at her with a small smile of encouragement in hopes that he hasn't scared her off.
Bonnie mulls over what he's saying to her but is still having trouble. "It's not a personal essay, why do you need more about me? It's not a diary entry."
"But it was personal—the assignment was about you and why you do the things that you do and you only gave me half of that, so that's why you go the grade that you did."
She huffs in frustration, "So I got a failing grade—"
"You didn't fail," he interrupts.
"It's failure to me, but anyways you gave a 'C' because I didn't get more personal?"
"I guess, yes, but that's better than being on the other side of things—you understand the terms, but I want you to apply them more."
"But I did apply them."
"You did which is why you didn't fail, but it was dense as I said. However, I have a feeling that this won't be an issue with other assignments."
"Why?"
"Because they don't involve talking about yourself which you have a clear issue with."
"What makes you think I have problems talking about myself? I did share details in that essay."
"You shared the bare minimum and quite honestly I was impressed at how much you were able to avoid telling me anything about yourself while telling me so much. I know who you are in textbook terms, but I couldn't tell you anything about you." He's smiling at her in amusement.
"It's a gift—keeps the mystery alive," she says in a lighter voice.
"Well consider me intrigued."
They stare at each other with smiles on their face for a beat too long—she's feeling butterflies in her stomach again. His phone interrupts the silence cause them both to jump.
"Well, I guess I'll go." She picks up her things and points toward the door.
"Yeah, come back if you have more questions."
"I will." She says as she gets up and leaves. She smiles as she's walking to her car still the residual butterflies in her stomach from their moment. She doesn't know how, but she's going to find a way to come to his office as much as she can.
She walks in through the back door as quietly as she can, but she still catches the attention of some of the students and Shane, who looks at her like a lost puppy. Her features immediately harden in response. He doesn't stare at her too long before he gets back to his lecture.
She's 30 minutes late to class, but she still sits down at her desk and takes notes—she still has to pass his class if she wants to graduate with 4.0 GPA.
Despite her determination to pay attention to what he's saying she finds herself distracted. She can't act like nothing's going on like she used to—he opened something in her that just makes her want to have her feelings known.
"What did I expect?!" He snorts though nothing about his tone says he actually finds anything funny. "Kate, I expected you to discuss it with me and listen to what I had to say, not go away with our son so that I'd spend Thanksgiving ALONE!" He's shouting through the phone.
Bonnie waits outside his office—she can tell he's not in the mood for visitors. Normally she would leave, but she was in need of some cheering up of her own and the only thing to make her smile lately was him.
Her friends, though have always been a little off in their own world, seemed to be more distant lately—there was a rift that she couldn't quite pinpoint, but she knew it had something to do with Elena. For all of Caroline's efforts, Elena was still the glue that kept everyone together and lately she had been distant from everyone including Stefan and it was affecting the group. Bonnie just decided to distance herself from whatever it was completely and focused on her studies—well her studies and Shane.
Since that first meeting about her grade, she had been coming by more frequently. They didn't talk about her grades much anymore, but mostly just talked—he wanted to crack her mystery.
"Hello? Hello? Did you hang up?!" He slams the phone back into its place. He lets out a deep breath massaging his temples.
Bonnie takes the silence as her cue to walk in. "Is it a bad time?" She asks timidly.
He looks up at her and his features soften a bit at her presence. "No, it's never a bad time for you. Go ahead and take a seat." He gestures toward the couch that's in the corner of his office. There are far fewer boxes than there were in their first meeting, but it still looked like he just moved in.
He gets up to join her. "So what's got you in my office this time? Boy trouble?"
Bonnie laughs, "No, nooo," she stretches out the word in disbelief.
He looks at her with his brows furrowed in confusion. "What's so funny about me thinking you'd have boy trouble? After all, you are a young beautiful woman." He looks at her probingly.
"It's just…I don't date much, so the prospect of having boy trouble just seems far out there I guess." She turns in on herself a little feeling uncomfortable talking about her dating life or lack thereof.
Sensing her nervousness he switches the subject. "Alright if it isn't boys what is it?"
She decides whether or not to tell him. Based on his phone call earlier it seemed as though he had enough on his plate already and she didn't want to add to it. She relents anyway. "It's my dad…he's not coming home for Thanksgiving, not that he usually does, but I guess I just idiotically hoped he would this year."
"It's not stupid to hope to see your family on Thanksgiving, Bonnie. Is there anyone else that's going to be around?"
"No, after my Grams died it was just me and him which meant mostly me, but I still have Friendsgiving which is nice, but sucks when everyone else will be going home after to be with their families on the actual holiday."
"Why don't you spend it with one of them?"
"I guess, I just feel too out of place there—they all have their own family and traditions and I don't know where I fit in there, so I'd rather be alone."
"Well, you could always make your own traditions—ones that fit you."
"I guess I could." She starts to clam up again—she rarely shares her feeling like this. "So, what's up with you? That sounded like a pretty intense phone call."
"I don't want to talk about that Bonnie."
"Aw come one, I tell you what's bothering me and in return, you tell me what's bothering you. Tit for tat." She leans into his side and bumps him.
"Alright, but it's going to be boring marriage stuff."
"So I gave you boring family stuff."
"It's just…I really don't like my in-laws. Like really really—they're snobby and rich and basically own me right now and I wanted one holiday where I didn't have to see them. Where we could make our own traditions and stay at home for Thanksgiving with our son and she just decided to ignore all of that." He gets this faraway look that makes Bonnie feel like she's lost wants to get him back, needs to get him back on the plane with her.
Without any warning, she kisses him. When asked later she'll say she doesn't know why she did it, but deep down she knows why—because she wanted to. And when his mouth isn't moving with her's, she pulls back in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that?" She grabs her bag and starts to get up when he pulls her back down and kisses her. She responds immediately dropping her bag and putting her entire body in it. The kiss intensifies and she's straddling his lap pulling at his shirt. His hands circle her lower back unsure about moving lower.
After about ten minutes he pulls back nervously. "I'm married."
"I know," she says feeling the guilt come over her.
"I have a wife and a family and…and I shouldn't be making out with my students." He groans as he drags his hands across his face.
"Oh God." This time she does get up and doesn't stop when he asks her to wait.
A few days later on Thanksgiving, he's at her door. She's very surprised but welcomes him.
"How'd you know where I lived?"
"It's in your file."
"Why are you here?"
"No one should be alone on Thanksgiving."
She doesn't even get out a word before he's kissing her and she's backing them into her apartment. It was the best Thanksgiving she'd had in years.
Later that night when they're in bed together, they're spooning, he's caressing her arm humming to himself. They're peaceful which is why Bonnie's hesitant to ask her next question.
"What changed your mind?"
"I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Underestimate yourself."
Everyone slowly filters out of the room while Bonnie stays in her seat—neither breaks eye contact. They both know what's coming.
When everyone is out of the room he locks it. She walks to the front of the classroom and plops down on top of the desk in front. He stops in front of her and traps her between his arms. "Look I'm sorry about yesterday," he starts. If it were any other time she'd welcome the closeness and his words, but she's gone this route one too many times.
"Stop right there. I didn't come for an apology. I came for an answer once and for all. It's either me or her?" Despite her nerves, her voice is clear.
"You don't know what you're asking," he says backing away from her.
"I know exactly what I'm asking. I'm asking is this going anywhere or am I just wasting my time. I'm asking was this real or was I just a distraction from your life? I'm asking why should I stay if I know that you're just going to leave me like everyone else?" She's almost in tears by the end.
"That's not fair. You know I have way more on the line than you. I could lose my family, my job, and even my house. What do you lose? What is on the line for you?" There was malice in his tone that he's never used with her once and it scared her, but she stayed strong.
"You, I lose you. The only person who's been there for me, thought about me and how I feel, the only person who's never ignored me, and up until a week ago you were the only person I was certain that loved me. I lose you and that's a lot! You have a lot of things you might lose, things that you could still keep! I don't have that courtesy." Her breathing is heavy as tears streak down her face. She feels so broken and vulnerable—she never used to show this much weakness, but he seems to have this effect on her. He was, and is, always able to get her to open up.
He wastes no time pulling her into his arms and rubbing her back gently. They stay like that until she's calmed down.
This, she thinks. This is why I love you. No matter what he'd always cheer her up even if it wasn't the best time. But now she's starting to doubt why.
"What am I to you?" She breaks the comfortable silence.
He looks like hesitantly. "You're my girlfriend." He stretches each word out awkwardly. "Words I never thought I'd utter after I said 'I do', but you're my girlfriend. I love you a lot. We talk. We have sex, so you're my girlfriend."
"Alright I'm your girlfriend, but do you want to keep it that way. Spend the rest of your life married to someone you hate, and keeping me as your girlfriend on the side."
"Of course not!"
"How am I supposed to know that?" she says flatly.
"You aren't." He sighs. "You're supposed to be young, live in the moment and take things how they are and not question things like the future."
"I thought you knew me better than that."
"I do, unfortunately, I do. You're Bonnie Bennett, You're smart, fierce, and a fireball in bed. But most of all, you need to be nurtured, someone to be there for you because your parents won't, and your friends barely try and…I can't take that on."
Bonnie never knew five words could hurt her so much. He was different, he was everything she needed and in five words all of that proved to be lies. "Why?"
"You know why."
"Because of her?! No, why did you keep this going? You had an out well before now, but waited until I fell in love with you to do this."
"Because I wanted you! I'm selfish and wanted you!"
"Well then have me!"
"I can't! I can't do that! I can't leave my life. Give up everything for some 21 year old who doesn't even know what she wants in life. I can't risk it. I'm sorry." That last part he says with complete sincerity, but that doesn't matter to Bonnie.
"Fuck you." She grabs her things and storms out on him for the last time.
"We can't keep doing this."
"I know but it's so much fun."
"I'm serious Bonnie. We can't keep doing this. I'm married."
It was as though someone had poured cold water down her back. It wasn't as if she didn't know this already, but it beyond their first kiss she hadn't been confronted with it. The last two months she had been in the ignorant bliss of having a boyfriend, being someone's priority. Granted one she couldn't tell her friends about, but that had barely been an issue.
"Why now?"
"I don't know, I guess I just realized a few things."
"Like what?"
"Like I have a son who looks up to me. That if anyone ever found out I would lose that and him."
Bonnie's eyes water thinking about what he just said. She was a homewrecker. "Not yet," she whispers.
"Huh?"
"I get it. I mean it was never meant to last, was it? You're married." Her voice cracks.
He goes to hug her but she stops him. "Stop." She grabs her things and gathers herself. "I guess it's good we ended this before it got serious."
"Yeah," he says softly.
"Well, bye." And with that, she leaves.
She feels like spending the rest of the day in her apartment crying, but she can't do that. Care would kill her for missing game night.
She pulls up to Stefan and Elena's apartment and finds Damon sitting on the front steps with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. It's almost February and freezing outside so she's surprised he's not inside with the rest of the gang. She gets out of her car and approaches Damon. The look on his face alerts her that something is very wrong.
"What happened?" He looks up from the ground to her.
"Ah, just who I wanted to see, Judgy."He sounds too exasperated for his words to have any bite.
"And just who I wanted to see, Demon." She rolls her eyes. "Serious, what's going on?"
"Why don't you go inside? They'll tell you everything." He laughs humorlessly.
"Because I'm asking you." She says warily.
"As you can see I fucked up again."
"It can't be that bad." Damon's not known for his good behavior, but he's never really done anything that hurt anyone. Broke a few girl's hearts, but nothing that warranted this reaction.
"Oh, trust me. It is."
"I'm pretty sure I've done worse."
"No, you haven't." He says sincerely and it throws Bonnie for a loop. They've never been on the best of terms and him acting nice in an sense is new.
She sits down on the steps next to him. "Try me." She grabs the bottle out of his hand and takes a swig from it.
"Alright." He grabs the bottle back for some more liquid courage. "I slept with my brother's girlfriend. Not only that, but I've been sleeping with my brother's girlfriend for the last four months and today he walked in on it. I'm the scum of the Earth."
"Hmm."
"That's it. I just told you that I'm the worst brother in the world and all you have to say is, hmm."
"I guess I'm just not surprised."
"Not surprised?"
"Yeah, well I noticed. Maybe not that it had progressed that far, but I saw the way you looked at her, but mostly I noticed when she started returning those looks."
"I guess we weren't subtle."
"No, you weren't but everyone was just too preoccupied to notice" She grabs the bottle again and takes another swig.
"I'm surprised you're not giving me a lecture right now."
"Under normal circumstances, I would, but that'd just make me a hypocrite."
He snorts. "Unless you slept with Elena too, I don't know how you'd be a hypocrite." He takes the bottle back.
"No, I didn't sleep with Elena, but I did fuck my married professor."
He nearly spits out his bourbon and gives her a skeptical look. "That doesn't sound like the Judgy I know."
"I've never been the girl you think you know."
"I suppose you're right."
They sit there in communal silence just passing the bottle between each other. They've never had much in common until today, but like the saying goes, misery loves company.
And it did for the next month they would spend time exclusively at Bonnie's apartment drinking their heartbreaks away. After the incident, Elena broke up with Damon saying it as too much to deal with.
"I lost my brother forever over a girl and didn't even get the girl in the end. How pathetic is that?" He says one night during one of their drunken stupors
"You didn't lose him forever. He may not talk to you for the next 50 years, but that's not forever."
"After what I did I don't see that happening."
"C'mon, your brother loves you. Remember when you flunked your Sophomore and Junior year of high school? He, while still disappointed in you, was also extremely ecstatic that he got to graduate with you, and eventually go to college with you instead of losing time with you. Your brother loves you, and that's not changing ever. It may be a long time before he forgives you, but it'll happen."
"I hope you're right Bon Bon."
Damon eventually gets the girl. She was feeling too lonely without him and with that their late drunken nights ended, but they still saw each other occasionally and were a lot more friendly. They now had an understanding of each other.
Things got worse for her. With the breakup, everyone separated and that left her in limbo. It gave her a lot of time alone to think. Think about school, what she wanted to do in life, her friends, but mostly Shane. He kept burrowing his way into her thoughts and she finally caved.
This time she went after him. She knocks on his office door and he answers. The moment he sees her he looks at her intensely.
"I missed you." That's all it takes before he kisses her.
They're quick to get in his office before anyone sees them. They start making their way to the couch.
"This is a bad idea," she says partially breaking their kiss.
"I know," he sighs.
Bonnie made her way to a bar close to campus. She wanted to drink her sorrows away. It worked the last time, almost. She stares at the broken peanut shells in front of her with tears streaking down her face. She feels so alone right now.
She takes out her phone and calls the one person who'd understand her right now. She waits impatiently as the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Damon."
A/N: Hello! It's been a while, I know and I'm sorry, and not at the same time because granted I didn't work on this chapter every day for the last year, but I was working on it and it was time needed. This was such an important chapter that explained so much backstory that my perfectionism kind of took over made certain things hard to write and still everything isn't exactly how I want it (their first kiss), but I'm glad I updated. I know it's frustrating waiting so long for updates and trust me I'm frustrated too. I have this entire story outlined and I add to it all the time, but writing is just so slow for me. So for any followers wondering if this is abandoned, no, none of my stories are, I'm just a slow updater.
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