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Summary: One-shot; Bonnie behaves "badly" because it's fun, and she feels like it. Bonnie's actions cause Damon to fear for his reputation as the badass of Mystic Falls.

Author's Note: Dedicated to the guys and girls who are sick of being nice but continue to do so, because really, the world would fall apart without your kindness.

Live, Rude Girl

Mystic Falls high school has it's annual carwash to raise money, and Elena feels like it would be a good idea for Bonnie to get out and experience that sun on her face, and the soap suds on her hands. Manual labor was a good way to exorcise all of Bonnie's demons.

Bonnie donned her bikini top and short shorts, and sat perched on top of a shiny, freshly washed car.

Bonnie has taken to throwing up the middle finger at cars that drove by. She was tired, and it seemed like a good way to express that she didn't want to wash anymore cars, damn it.

"Um, hi," a happy, sunny, Caroline wannabe interrupted Bonnie's view of the scandalized residents of Mystic Falls.

"Could you please stop giving people the middle finger." The girl asked timidly, added another "please," upon seeing Bonnie's annoyed expression.

"Screw this," Bonnie responded, not quite under her breath.

Bonnie hops off the car, and heads straight for Tyler, who was scrubbing half-heartedly at rain damage on the paint of a car.

"Tyler, let's go make out," Bonnie said, sounding more like an order than a suggestion.

"Uh, yeah, okay," Tyler immediately dropped the sponge in his hand and followed Bonnie to a semi-secluded area.

Anyone who wanted to get a fresh bucket of water could have seen Tyler's hands molding themselves to Bonnie's ass.

A bunch of six hundred year old vampires who seem to always mistake Elena for Katherine decide to attack the Salvatores for that very reason alone.

One vampire finds it particular enjoyable to stab Stefan's spectacular abs. One vampire believes that Damon's eye sockets are mittens for his thumbs. Elena fends off a vampire who wants to play tonsil hockey with his beloved "Katherine."

Bonnie has taken to wearing leather jackets, and didn't particular feel like getting vampire intestines on her.

Neither Damon or Stefan asks for help because they are either too stupid, or too knowledgeable of the fact that Bonnie can't stand them, so Elena does the right thing for all of them, "Bonnie, help!," which is promptly followed up be a "please."

The vampires are given vicious headaches, and are then set on fire.

Elena says "thank you," which earns her a genuine smile from Bonnie. Stefan says "thank you," and Bonnie ignores him. Damon says "thank you," and Bonnie gives him a glance that could actually cause pain to Damon if he were able to see it.

Damon wears sunglasses for a few hours because his eyes hurt like hell.

The next day, Damon sees Bonnie at Mystic Grill, and strolls over to her, wanting to thank her again for finally moving her ass to do something before they all died horrible deaths, to which Bonnie replied, "I only did it because Elena asked me to, and she said please."

"So you saved us in the name of friendship?," Damon asked, noticing for the first time that Bonnie was drinking what looked suspiciously like bourbon.

"I'm keeping Elena around not because she's my childhood friend, but because she's the only person who could keep you Salvatores in line without having to kill or maim you guys."

Damon's raised eyebrow prompted further explanation.

"Oh come on, you and Stefan are so whipped. All she has to do is pout her lips and you are driven to be a good man and not that big, evil monster that it is within your nature to be," Bonnie said, with feigned glee and awe.

"Are you mocking me. I mock people, not you. Nice jacket, by the way.

"Shouldn't you be chomping on cheerleaders."

"Aren't you a cheerleader," Damon delivers with a wolfish grin.

"I quit. There's something about all of those perverts staring at my ass that really made me think twice about the activity."

"You really only saved us because Elena said 'please'. You would have let us die?" Damon asked again because there was something about the witch not doing a thing to help them that greatly bothered him.

"I really couldn't care less if you or your brother died. And, I mean that with the most sincerity," Bonnie delivered with a smile, and Damon could not tell if she were serious or if she were joking.

"Did I turn you into a cold-hearted bitch overnight?," Damon asked, curiosity lacing his question.

"Normally, it would have taken years of disappointment and regret to get to this level of bitterness, and by the age of forty or so, I would have ended up a promiscuous alcoholic like Matt's mom. But you managed to ruin my life the minute you swooped into town. Good job." Bonnie pats Damon on the arm and walks away, effectively ending the conversation.

Damon bumps into Bonnie at a convenience store, and Bonnie doesn't say anything, so Damon won't say anything either.

Near the checkout line, Damon sees the pack of cigarettes on the counter and can't resist saying, "You don't smoke."

Bonnie looks at Damon as if she's just been made aware of the fact that Damon is standing next to her, "They're not for me, dumbass. It's for him."

Damon follows Bonnie's line of sight only to see a heavily muscled man, outside, sitting on a Harley motorcycle.

Damon turns to the pimply fifteen year old behind the register in a panic, yelling, "Aren't you going to card her!"

Back at the Salvatore residence, Damon was nearly inconsolable.

"She's wearing leather jackets, she's drinking bourbon, she's flirting with everything that moves, and she's cursing like a sailor. That is my job. Stefan, she's ruining my life," Damon whined.

Suddenly, Damon grabs Stefan's shirt, hanging on to his brother's lapels, and begs, "Promise me...promise me that she won't take my place as the bane of your existence."

Stefan stared at the elder Salvatore. Damon was obviously drunk, and it made much more sense to placate him, "I promise she won't replace you."

Bonnie has a pretty rough day, and she decides that complaining to Elena about everyone's stupidity is the best way to vent.

Elena is home but the Salvatore brothers are with her, acting like Elena's bodyguards.

Bonnie vents, Elena nods in agreement, and Stefan refills Bonnie's cup of coffee, to which Bonnie feels it is her duty to remind, "I don't care if you are being nice to me, I still hate your guts."

Bonnie considers her own statement for a moment, "But I'd hate you less if you took off your shirt."

Stefan actually considered doing that because he wants Bonnie to like him again. Elena frowns because Stefan should not want to take anything off. Damon laughs because sometimes, the little witch cracks him up.

Bonnie leaves, and Damon offers, "Can I walk you home?"

"Fuck off," is Bonnie's only reply.

"You guys have to cut her some slack. She's still in a lot of pain, and she's never really gone through teenage angst," Elena defends.

Later, at the Salvatore residence, Damon ponders aloud his new found attraction to Bonnie.

"Is it weird that I find Bonnie extremely hot?"

"Well, Bonnie is a really attractive girl," Stefan agreed cautiously, because noticing that your girlfriend's best friend is hot is not something a good boyfriend does.

"I mean, now that she's evil, she's totally irresistible."

"Bonnie is not evil, Damon."

"Yeah, she sorta is."

Damon keeps running into Bonnie like karma is playing a wonderful yet frightening trick on him. It never occurs to Damon that it is just because it is a small town, and Damon knows the same people as Bonnie. No, that doesn't occur to him at all.

Damon catches on, though. He understands that Bonnie is no longer on her a self-imposed journey of being a goody two shoes.

Damon wants to help any way that he can because he was always good at corrupting youth, "You know, the ultimate act of badness would be to kiss me," Damon taunted.

"No, the ultimate act of badness would be to strip off all of your clothes and make love to you. Right here, right now."

After a serious pause and a look exchanged between the two that could only be described as eye-fucking, Bonnie huffs, "But you'd enjoy that too much."

Damon hasn't done this rubbing, feeling, touching thing for a long while and he's pretty sure that the very essence of a good time involves kissing Bonnie.

He pulls her on top of him, and he lets her drive. He lets her wiggle her hips north, south, east and west.

But it's frustrating. The only clothing that Bonnie has shed was her jacket, and the only thing Damon took off was his shirt. She won't allow him to take off his pants.

Damon pushes and pulls on her skirt, he hikes it up, he snaps her frilly underwear against her lower belly. He runs his left hand on the front of her, on the back of her, and his right hand is crushed against her breast.

He changes tactics and drives on of his hands in her hair to hold her mouth to his.

Damon wants to bite her, but he senses that won't go over well. Instead, he settles for smacking her ass, and pinching her thigh.

Bonnie pulls away from his mouth and gives him a swift smack in the face.

If that is supposed to deter him from trying a move like that again, it doesn't. He thrusts his tongue in her mouth like nothing ever happened.

Just when it's getting good, just when Bonnie's warm hand makes its way between their bodies to pull at Damon's zipper, Stefan walks in with Elena, whose mouth opens with a little O of shock, when she sees Damon and Bonnie's entangled forms.

Bonnie wastes no time removing herself from Damon. She smoothes out her shirt, smoothes down her skirt, and picks up her leather jacket.

"Maybe we could continue this later," Damon tries for nonchalant, but he is sure he failed.

Bonnie shrugged her jacket on, "Maybe."