A/N: So this fic is based on Kelly Clarkson's I Do Not Hook-Up. I was in the shower and the song came on and then I thought of my OTP (lol). This is my first time writing a fic so reviews would be nice. The story takes place a few months after the season three finale and Elena remembers all the things that Damon has done and chose Stefan. Damon being Damon decides to handle rejection by drinking and whoring around.

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD or the characters because if I did, things would make sense. They belong to the CW and LJ Smith.

Bonnie enters The Grille with her date and spots Damon at the bar flirting with the bartender. She stops and observes the exchange between the two. Damon leans forward and whispers something in the young woman's ear which causes her to blush. He takes the bottle of Johnnie Walker off the counter and nods in the direction of the exit to the bartender. She laughs and points at the clock, shaking her head no.

Bonnie knows what those gestures mean and knows that Damon is upset about Elena's rejection. She feels obligated to help him because she does not wish for the girl to fall victim to another 'animal attack', when Damon is through having sex with her. She turns to her date and gives him her best smile.

"Hey do you mind if we take a rain check? I see a friend in need and it's going to take a lot to get him to put the bottle down," she nods her head in the direction of the bar and Liam understands immediately. He tells her that it is ok and she should text him with the details of their make-up date.

Liam was new in town. He had moved to Mystic Falls from Greensboro, North Carolina because his mother had accepted the job as the new history teacher. That was one of the reasons why Bonnie had said yes to the date, he was new, fresh. He didn't know about the suspicious deaths or about the Salvatore brothers and their love triangle with Elena. He was safe. He was normal.

She watched as he left the restaurant and then turned around, beginning to walk in the direction of Damon.

"Oh no!" she says to herself when she sees him grab the arm of the bartender then take another swig of his Johnnie Walker, "This is not going to be fun."

Damon felt trapped, useless, hurt. He was tired of being second choice to Stefan. He was always second choice to Stefan. Katherine loved Stefan more. Elena loved Stefan more. Rebekah loved Stefan first. Even Caroline had wanted Stefan but settle for him when Stefan rejected her. That was why he felt no remorse for what he had done to her before she was turned in to a vampire and will never apologize for it.

He looked at the red-headed bartender he was holding by the arm. He could have compelled her to leave with him, but for once he wanted someone to choose him for him. He knew she was interested but she had muttered something about still being on the clock. He was getting frustrated because this was his third bottle of Johnnie Walker and he still hadn't felt the buzz plus there was a certain 'itch' he needed to scratch.

"Come on!" he said, "Your boss doesn't have to know a thing!"

"I can't!" the bartender replied, "This is my only source of income and I need the pay."

The bartender pouted her lips at him and said, "Just give me thirty more minutes."

"I refuse to wait thirty more minutes."

He tightens his grip on her arm and tilted her head forward. He was about to compel her when he felt the hairs stand on his neck. Bonnie.

He turns his head to the side and sees the caramel skinned witch walking towards him with a determined look on her face. He lets the bartender go and tells her to leave, then turns towards the witch. I am way too sober to deal with this, he thought to himself.

"Damon," Bonnie said, with furrowed brows.


"Witch, what brings you here? Did Elena send you to keep tabs on me? Afraid I might do something crazy?"

Bonnie looks at Damon and can tell that he is hurting. The way his face sunk a little when he said Elena's name and his jaw clenched. He raised the bottle to his head and took one last gulp.

"If that's why you are here, don't worry I won't go crazy and snap any necks or drain someone," he said with a smirk.

Bonnie grabs Damon's arm and pulls him towards the exit. He didn't put up much resistance as Bonnie had expected him to. When they got outside Bonnie scooped the parking lot for Damon's car.

"Where is your car?" she asked.

"I'm not drunk you know, I can drive myself home."

"Fine, don't tell me."

Bonnie brings Damon to her car and puts him the passenger seat. She tells him to make sure he buckles up and then proceeds to drive. What are you doing Bonnie? She thought to herself. Helping him, she decided. After approximately twenty minutes of driving she pulls up on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and looks over at Damon who has been staring at her intently the entire car ride.

"You know I can kill you? Right here, right now. I mean you took me to the middle of fucking nowhere. No one will hear your screams."

"You won't kill me Damon, because I can take you and if you wanted to you could have tried attacking me three times already."

"Why am I here Bonnie?"

Bonnie sighed and looked into his blue eyes. So much sorrow, so much sadness and she'd be damned if she said he didn't deserve it because he did. How many times had he been the reason people had that look in their eyes? Yet, she still wanted to help. No, she needed to help.

"I've had enough Damon. I've pretty much had it up to here. Why are you doing this to yourself? All because the girl you loved rejected you?"

Damon stared at Bonnie with shock in his eyes.

"Well here's a news flash Damon, it's your own damn fault! You could have picked ANYONE else in the world to fall for and you fell for Elena, your brother's girlfriend."

Bonnie saw a flash of anger in his eyes but she continued.

"I'm sorry if this upsets you but this is the truth. It's time you stop trying to get Elena because it is Stefan and it's always going to be Stefan. And I don't have time to worry that because Elena hurt your feelings, you are going to start attack innocent people."

"Bonnie , I-"

"I'm not finished talking. This is what you are going to do. You are going to stop the reckless drinking and you are going to go out and find something to do that is not Elena centered. If you need me to be your fucking boot camp director I'll be it. You are so much more than this Damon. Get your shit together!"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me! Am I getting a lecture from Bonnie Bennett right now?"

"Get out of my car."

"Bonnie, you-"

"Get out."

Damon stared at Bonnie with something in his eyes that wasn't anger. Was that amusement? Does he find me funny?

"Damon, get the hell out of my car before I give you an aneurysm."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Damon saw the determined look in Bonnie's eyes and knew she would. This is not the same Bonnie Bennett he met a while ago. Bonnie had become much stronger and less inclined to bullshit. Damon got out of the car just as he felt the first couple of blood vessels pop.

"Good. Now you're going to walk back to Mystic Falls and I mean walk. No vampire speed running."

"You have become quite the comedian I see," Damon chuckles to her.

Bonnie gives Damon a smirk then mumbles something in Latin. Damon recognizes that she is doing a spell and becomes alarmed.

"What are you doing witch?"

"I just muted all your vampire senses for the next hour. Which is approximately how long it is going take you to walk back to Mystic Falls," Bonnie said smiling.

Damon was furious. He was about to attack her when he realized his fangs wouldn't come out.

"Bonnie," he growled.

"Enjoy your walk. It should make for deep contemplation." She said as she sped away leaving a very pissed off Damon.

Oh, sweetheart put the bottle down; you've got too much talent. I see you through those bloodshot eyes, there's a cure, and you've found it.