Not You Again

Prologue- Mean

A/N: So here's the prologue of the story that won the most votes. I hope you guys enjoy it… Bonnie is acting like a stuck up snobby bitch right now, but I promise she'll get better later on, and besides, she's just study obsessed. And Damon pissed. Okay, I'm giving too much away… ENJOY ;)

Lily xx

Bonnie's P.O.V

"Pssst, Bonnie,"

I gritted my teeth and leaned down onto the desk, staring at the quiz paper and trying to ignore the person who was calling me. Whoever it was, I didn't want to talk to them right now. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to remember how to solve the Quadratic Function that was on the paper in front of me. I had been studying it for a few days, if only I had a little peace and quiet to think. You replace the X with-

My thoughts were broken off by another hiss:

"Don't ignore me, Bennett,"

I pushed my hair out of my eyes and kept my gaze on the paper. I looked up for a second and looked around the classroom. Everyone was focused on their papers, frustrated looks on their faces as they tried to figure out the answers to Mr. Adam's complicated questions- everyone except for Damon Salvatore, that is. He was smiling at me; actually he was smirking, as he gestured down to his paper. His blue eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Number 4," He hissed, leaning towards me. I caught the whiff of a breeze of Drakkar Noir, and turned back to my paper swiftly, a sour look on my face.

"In your dreams," I whispered, hastily glancing at Mr. Adam who was reading a Motor magazine, looking heavily engrossed in it. When he caught me looking, he met my eyes for a second with his beady brown ones. I sighed uneasily and turned back to my paper, focusing on the question. I was just scribbling down the answer and getting ready to check it on the calculator when I felt a prod on my back from Damon Salvatore's direction.

I tried to control my anger- who did he think he was, cheating off of me when I had studied the whole night and he'd probably been out with whatever slut he was banging up this week- it was a different one every week. It was ridiculous and I was not going to help him out.

I felt another prod on my back and I turned back angrily to find him placing a number 2 pencil on the desk in front of him. "Number 4," He repeated, meeting my eyes with a hard stare.

I scoffed at him, "I said no," I hissed back, just as I felt my paper being snatched up. I saw Mr. Adam standing over my desk and I whipped back to face him. He tore my paper into two pieces in front of my face.

"What?" I cried out. This could not be happening. I was an A Student; I always got the best grades in class. Nobody could beat my SAT score and my GPA was a perfect 4.0.

"No cheating will be tolerated at my class," Mr Adam replied, glaring at me.

"It's 'will be tolerated in my class'," I corrected automatically; I couldn't help it- it was a knee jerk reaction. A few students chuckled, including Damon Salvatore.

Mr Adam clenched his teeth at me, "Get out of here; see you next class, Ms. Bennett," He growled and I sighed, trying to control my urge to slap his chubby pink face. He glared at me one last time, before turning on his heel and marching back over to his desk.

"But I didn't cheat!" I cried out, in anxiety and a few students hushed me.

"You will leave now, or I will give you detention. That will not look good on your college transcript," Mr. Adam reminded me, offering me a smile that made him look like an evil fish.

I cursed him under my breath before gathering up my pencils and stuff into my pencil case. I slipped it into my bag, slid my Math notebook into it as well, and then got up. I almost tripped over the side of my desk because my shoe lace wasn't tied. Damon sniggered, and I offered him the iciest glare I could muster before hoisting my leg up onto the chair and tying my shoelace.

I then held my head up high and marched out of the room but not before being hit square in the shoulder with an eraser someone had thrown. I huffed and slammed the door behind me angrily, throwing one last annoyed look at the Math classroom.

A few students were in the hallway, milling around. Some were waiting by the water fountain for a sip of the contaminated water, while others just lolled around, talking to friends and throwing sly glances behind them in case a teacher came. A few girls looked up as I stalked by:

"Nerd," They coughed, covering their mouths.

I rolled my eyes at them; I'd long learned to ignore them. I had much more potential than this small town; the town I'd been living in my whole life. I had big dreams, bigger than anyone could imagine. I was going to Harvard Law School and then work at Better Vantage Law Firm in New York, one of the most prestigious law firms out there. I'd wanted to work there since I was in diapers- okay, not really but almost.

I walked over to my locker, quickly twisting the combination and unlocking it. The bell rang to signal the end of the period and I sighed in relief at the fact that I hadn't missed a lot. But I'd taken zero in that quiz all because of that asshole. At least it was just a meager quiz. I'd have to ask Mr. Adam to change my place next class because I could not handle sitting in front of such a stupid, advantage taking, idiotic, cheating-

"Hi Gorgeous," I felt arms wrap around my waist and I looked up to see Trevor Ford, my boyfriend of a couple of months and fellow honor roll student. He smiled at me, his blue eyes and brown hair complimenting his features perfectly. He held a Chemistry book in one hand, and he kissed me lightly on the cheek.

I blushed in pleasure, just as Damon walked by with his bonehead jerk friends AKA the Mystic Falls Timberwolves, the High School's American Football team which hadn't won a game since the good old days in the nineties. "Get a room," He scoffed, blue eyes mocking as he shot us a disgusted look.

Trevor glared at him, "Back off Salvatore," He growled, handing me the Chemistry book and walking up to Damon.

Damon laughed, "You think I'm scared of you, Einstein?" He mocked and Damon's friends whooped as Damon balled his hands up into fists.

"Well, I sure as hell aren't scared of you, airhead," Trevor muttered, and I just sighed, leaning against the locker and glaring at Damon.

Damon was about to reply when in a swift flurry of cheap perfume and stiffly straight black hair Aimee Bradley wrapped her arms around him. I turned my mouth up at her sleazy cheerleader outfit; she'd tied her tank up Britney Spears style and her skirt was barely long enough to cover her panties- if she wore any that is. Her plastic crones stood in a semi circle around her, as if shielding her from some unknown danger.

"Aimee, Babe," Damon whispered, slipping his arm around her waist.

"Let's get out of here Trevor, we're wasting our time," I assured him, tugging on his sleeve.

Trevor nodded, and let me drag him away from the group of jocks and their cheerleader groupies.

"Later nerds," Aimee sang in her squeaky unattractive voice that reminded me very much of a swine.

I handed Trevor his Chemistry book and we walked off towards the school Cafeteria, ready to pick up some healthy food for lunch to motivate us for the rest of our day. Little did we know that it was going to be a long day, and an even longer senior year.

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I slammed my locker at the end of the day, stuffing a few books in my bag so that I could study a little before my SAT prep classes with Trevor at 8. After them, I had peer tutoring classes which I was doing for a little extra credit and some sort of Community Service. I ran a hand through my tidy hair, knowing it was going to be a tiring day, but then again, you had to work hard to get what you wanted.

I started away from the locker and towards the Student parking lot, feeling an arm slip around my shoulder. I turned, expecting Trevor but instead finding Damon standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I shrugged his arm off, a disgusted look on my face, "Screw you," I insulted, stalking away from him.

Damon ran after me, tugging on my hand. "What's wrong with you? Did you get up on the wrong side of the…quiz?" He shot me a cheeky smile.

I stopped in my tracks, "What happened today in Math is never going to happen again, you hear me, dorkface?" I demanded, gesturing with my hands as if to prove my point.

Damon imitated my actions, "Dorkface, huh? And here I was thinking you were an eloquoyuwent speaker with all those vocabulary words," He smirked.

"It's eloquent, moron," I replied, reAdamzing he was dodging my point. "I will never fail something because of you again,"

"Why do you hate me today? What did I do wrong?" Damon asked, imitating a puppy dog look on his handsome face.

"I hate you everyday and today Damon, the question you should be asking is what did you not do wrong? I got a zero today because of you, a zero," I said, in a slow and steady voice; I was trying to control my temper. I held my fingers up in a zero sign, until he pushed my hand down.

"Are you PMSing?" Damon smirked, looking me from top to bottom. His look turned slightly sympathetic and my cheeks burned slightly as I turned away for a second, trying to keep my cool and not slap the silly out of him.

"That is none of your business, jerk," I snapped, glaring at him with a glare the Wicked Witch of the West would approve of.

"So it's true?" Damon demanded, a grin spreading across his face.

I changed the subject, "Where is Slut-mee?" I asked, smirking back at him.

"What?" Damon had a look of genuine confusion on his face.

"Aimee," I spat out the name, "Did you take off your Slut Magnet cologne?"

"It's Drakkar Noir," He corrected, looking a little smug as he dug his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. I knew it was Drakkar Noir. It was only my favorite male cologne ever. I'd bought it for Trevor on his birthday hoping he would use it but so far it was a no-show.

"Do you even know what that means?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

I heard the beep of a horn and turned to see Aimee Bradley in her convertible, some of her followers in the back seats. She winked at Damon and offered me a dirty look. I ignored her, hugging my books to my chest and repeating to myself that she would be working in McDonalds in a couple of years while I would be a successful lawyer in New York working at Better Vantage.

"Well, I'd love to find that out, but I have a ride to catch with my sexy girlfriend," Damon said in his deep voice. He winked back at Aimee and she smiled, looking like a crocodile.

"Whatever, you're abhorrent," I sang, ready to walk away.

"What the heck does that mean?"

"Maybe if you studied once in a while instead of getting it on with Slutmee Bradley every freaking day then you'd know," I replied, smoothly, feeling pleasure burst through me at the fact that I'd burned him.

Damon just grinned; he was used to my antics, we'd only been going on at each-others necks for the past 3 years. I loathed and hated on him and he annoyed the shit out of me and teased me. It was just the way it was.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Bonnie," He exclaimed, looking over at his girlfriend for a second.

"I don't care what you take it as. You know that guy who picks up garbage in school? You're future is going to be just as rubbish-filled," I snapped, before offering him a last glare and stomping off towards my reliable silver Audi. I knew I was being mean to him, but he annoyed me, and besides, I was telling him the truth. He had no other future if he kept neglecting his studies. I was so wrong.

A/N: So that was the prologue. It was kind of short but I hope you enjoyed. There are going to be 2 more chapters in high school before we get onto the whole Harvard and Law Firm thing.

I'll try to update as soon as I can xx

Do you guys want me to skim through her Harvard years or have a little bit of detail? Tell me in a REVIEW! (:

Lily xx

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD. Or Drakkar Noir; it's just sexy like Damon…