A/N: so, a few weeks ago i made an edit for bookai (bonkai halloween week) that made me want to write this high school AU. it will probably be around 2 or 3 parts, but I have to warn you in advance that a) it's a hatchet job, meaning I wrote it fast and loose cuz it's a total guilty pleasure and it might read sloppy (i mean some parts may sound ridic) and b) it's dark and weird and gross and it will just get darker (and juicier, i hope). If you keep all that in mind u should have fun!

(title is taken from the song below. yes i'm corny as hell)

(oh, some of the scenes in this story are based on a movie called "teenage dirtbag", a little indie gem from 2009. but they're also pretty different because kai parker lol)

Fangs are sharp and I hope you know

That all I really want from you is that throat

I can't eat pussy cause I might leave cuts

Then there's blood on my sheets, but that might be a plus

Tyler the Creator - Transylvania

1/?

"Bonnie, get your head in the game!" Caroline corralled her.

The young girl tugged at the hem of her skirt. She bent down and retied her shoelaces. She couldn't focus properly.

The "freak" was staring at her. And she knew she was giving him a view.

They called him that because even the burnouts and the trouble-makers thought he was weird and creepy. Kai 'Malachai' Parker wore combo boots and kid-sized cargo pants and always had a bag of smelly pork rinds with him wherever he went. He liked to pick his teeth with a pocket-knife which the school warden had not managed to confiscate. Headphones dangled from his neck, but if people expected him to listen to hard metal or something equally disturbing but at least predictable, Kai Parker disappointed them. And put them on edge. He liked to listen to 90s Euro Pop, commercial jingles, and Saturday morning cartoons theme songs. You could hear him humming about She-Ra and He-Man as you passed by his locker, which most people tried not to.

Bonnie had been warned about him, but she had stupidly drawn his attention.

When her dad relocated them to Mystic Falls and she was given the high school tour by Caroline Forbes, she made the mistake of asking about him. She saw him standing by himself in the cafeteria, eating the most disgusting, sloppy meatloaf she'd ever seen, mouth exposed, juices running down his chin. But she thought he was kind of – weirdly cute? Certainly if he wore different clothes and stopped being so disgusting he'd be good looking.

Caroline shook her head apprehensively and wrinkled her nose. "You do not ever want to approach that guy. He's a freak. Literally, he loves freaking people out. You can't talk to him. Even the teachers give him a wide berth."

Bonnie was nonplussed. "Why does he act like that?"

Caroline sat down next to her and settled in for some gossip. "No one really knows. His dad's a pastor, very sweet man, wouldn't hurt a fly. His mom died when they were younger – which is sad cuz they have like a hundred kids, so they're all raising each other. But they look like a very nice family – except for him. He's the black sheep, obviously."

Bonnie felt a stab of envy mingled with sympathy. She would've liked to have a big family. She could've dealt with a hundred brothers and sisters, just not to feel so lonely. But at least her mother was still alive. Estranged, but alive.

She took heed of Caroline's warning and stifled her curiosity about the outcast. But her eyes strayed towards him during that first lunch. Maybe it was because back at her old school – very white, even more Southern than Mystic Falls – she had been somewhat of an outsider. But she was here now – new place, new roots. She could reinvent herself. She might even try for cheerleading – her dad had always encouraged her to be a team player.

Just as she was about to look away, Kai Parker met her eyes across the room. People rarely looked at him for any length of time. He must have noticed.

He licked his thumb noisily as he stared back. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes danced with humor. Not the easy kind, where you throw your head back and laugh at a funny joke. More like the kind that grips you when you're at a funeral and suddenly you can't stop smiling even if they're about to lower someone in the ground.

She didn't know where all these thoughts were coming from. Or – suppose she knew. She fingered her half-moon necklace and looked down at her tray. Back in her native Georgia she had been interested in such things. She had spent her prepubescent years preoccupied with all things Wiccan and occult. She had found out one of her ancestors had been a rebel slave, tried and executed for being a witch and for putting charms on all the white masters who'd owned her. Every single one of them had died swallowing their own tongues. Bonnie had pored over books about witches, dark magic and voodoo, steeping herself in their lore until that was all she could dream of at night. Her grandmother had rather encouraged this propensity, teaching her about herbs and "potions". Harmless things, family recipes for salves, beauty creams and pain draughts, but Bonnie had gobbled them up like candy. She knew them by heart, preferred them to schoolwork. Her father had never liked this "childish nonsense" as he liked to call it, and he had been almost shamefully relieved when Sheila Bennett had passed away because he could finally remove Bonnie from her influence. Now that they had left Georgia behind, he hoped Bonnie would stop chanting spells in her room or burning incense and she'd make actual friends, become more of a joiner. Bonnie promised him she would try. She had never told him that at her old school one of the boys had slipped a "Kill the Witch" note in her locker. She wanted to leave that life behind, or at least bury it deep under her skin and only release it at night, when she was certain no one was watching.

So she'd put Kai Parker out of her mind and returned Caroline's winsome smile.

It wasn't that hard – they only shared three classes, and he always sat in the back, making spitballs and drawing severed heads in his spiral notebook.

She knew they were severed heads because during her second week of school, a piece of paper fell out of his grimy schoolbag when he left the classroom. The rest of her classmates had cleared out. Bonnie stooped down and picked it up gingerly. She stared at the drawing, taking in the details.

It was…not just disturbing, but deeply unsettling in a way she could not define. The drawing was of a faceless woman lying in bed, legs spread out wantonly. Between her legs was positioned the severed head of an older man with blood dripping copiously from eyes and mouth and throat. His tongue lolled out like a black worm.

Bonnie swallowed, felt a strange tingling in her arms. At the bottom of the page, Kai Parker had signed his work.

She could take it to a teacher, but she wasn't a narc. She could throw it away. Could crumple it up or rip it to shreds. Somehow, she stayed her hand. She felt it should be returned to him. Lord knew, her diary was a thing of horror sometimes and that didn't mean she was a bad person. Just that she sometimes needed an outlet.

She went after him to return it. It was the polite thing to do.

She caught him a few feet ahead of her down the corridor.

No one broached him regularly, unless they were desperate. People eyed her weirdly when she reached up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

Kai swiveled his head towards her like a wooden toy on a spring. There was a cold flash of surprise in his eyes, replaced quickly with that brand of dead humor she'd witnessed before.

"Um, you dropped this. Maybe you want it back."

She held it out to him, keeping her gaze down.

Kai took a step towards her and she was assaulted by his smell – a mixture of sweet and sour, smoke and meat, primal and adolescent. His lanky, skinny frame made him look sharp, like a whittled down arrow. He didn't even glance at the drawing. A small smile tugged at his lips as he stared directly at her breasts.

Asshole, she thought. But she didn't cross her arms. She wouldn't give him that.

"Keep it," he said after a pause. "Put it on the ceiling above your bed."

Bonnie opened her mouth, tried to find something to say, but it was too late. He grinned and turned around, making his way towards the exit.

She had told herself she would keep well away from him after that, but here he was now, sitting on the bleachers, eating pork rinds, watching their cheer practice.

No, that wasn't precise. He wasn't looking at the other cheerleaders. She knew because when they were given individual drills, Kai only stared at her, only followed the rise and fall of her legs, the angling of her body in a cartwheel. She could almost feel it, his mean, sticky gaze.

She hadn't thrown away the drawing. It was crumpled in a ball at the bottom of her schoolbag.

The part of her that still clung to her old ways thought that he was here now because he knew she hadn't disposed of it. She wondered if she should burn the paper and cast a cleansing spell. But she was trying to leave that life behind.

She jumped on the balls of her feet and tried to ignore him.

She could hear him though – even from that distance, she could hear him chew on his pork rinds noisily, hear the way he licked and sucked on his fingers. And his eyes – those eyes following her, they also licked and sucked on –

Elena Gilbert nudged her. "Caroline is going to kick you off the team if you don't stop daydreaming."

"I'm not. I just – I wish he'd go away."

Elena raised her eyebrows. "The freak? Just pretend he's not there. Don't give him the satisfaction."

Easier said than done.

He had random laughing fits during class. They'd start small, like choking hiccups. But they'd eventually graduate to hyena-like guffaws that made everyone else tense up.

Their history teacher put down the chalk.

"Something particularly funny about the Cuban Missile Crisis, Mr. Parker?"

Kai showed his teeth the way you'd show someone the middle finger. "Just thinking about getting blown up by those Ruskies."

"I don't see the funny part."

"You had to be there," he chuckled impishly, as if he was a time-traveler who'd walked up the shore at the Bay of Pigs.

Eventually, Mr. Saltzman returned to the lesson and so did the rest of the class. Bonnie was the last one who turned her head away, not before catching Kai's wink.

A paper plane hit her in the back just as the bell rang. Kids shuffled out, but she stayed in her seat. She picked up the plane and unfolded the paper.

It was the same drawing as before; the woman with her legs spread open, the severed head between her thighs, but this time the head had a ticking bomb in his mouth.

Bonnie turned around to confront him but the classroom was empty.

Bonnie walked home on foot. Matt Donovan had offered to give her a ride, which had flattered her. She knew she was "a gorgeous little thing" as Grams used to say, and now that she wasn't wearing baggy dresses and thick leg warmers, not to mention the psychedelic eye-shadow, guys were starting to take note.

But she still felt new to all of this, so she said she'd take him up on it another time.

She should have said yes.

When she rounded the corner to her street, she saw Kai Parker hopping over a garden fence. Bonnie was pretty sure that wasn't his house.

Kai picked up the water hose lying around in the grass and turned it on. He put the nozzle straight into his mouth, like the barrel of a gun. He let the jet blast his jaws apart, chugging water like he wanted to die. Water dribbled freely down his face and chin, down his throat, shirt, pants, pooling around him like blood.

She wanted to throw up.

But most of all, she felt thirsty.

Kai lowered the hose, let it dangle from his fingers. He was soaked, yet it also looked like the water was trying desperately to leech off his coltish body.

She saw him turn the hose on her with a mad grin. Bonnie was still wearing her cheer uniform. Even though she was across the street from him, he could still do some damage.

She swallowed and raised her hands pleadingly.

"Don't do it, weirdo."

"Say the magic words," he taunted, waving the hose at hip level.

"Please?"

"That's not it."

Bonnie gritted her teeth. "Pretty please?"

"What else?" His thumb moved rhythmically over the nozzle.

She curled her toes inside her shoes. "With - with sugar on top?"

His eyes darkened slightly and she saw his hand grip the hose tighter. Bonnie cursed under her breath, preparing to run for cover.

But she didn't have to. He dropped the hose at his feet, stepped over it and walked away whistling down the street.

She stared after him for a full minute.

.

Bonnie got in the shower and held her mouth up to the spray.

She was still finding her footing around school, so when she stumbled upon the stoner pit, she thought it was just a random secluded place behind the dumpsters.

But then she saw him standing against one of the dumpsters, surrounded by a small group of bleary-eyed teenagers with cigarettes in their mouths. Bonnie didn't recognize all of them, but she thought one of the girls was Matt's sister.

Kai reached down to one of his boots and took out two plastic bags.

"Say aaaa," he instructed Vicky, grabbing her chin and tipping her head up.

Vicky did not look very happy about his manhandling, but she opened her mouth obediently. It was strange. Kai was outnumbered. The other guys could've taken him. Why were they just standing there, watching?

Kai emptied the contents of one bag into Vicky's mouth.

Three seconds later, her eyes started watering and she spat white saliva all over the concrete.

"You asshole!"

"You have to let it work its wonders, silly," he chided, stepping away from her heaving. "You'll feel better afterwards. Or not. Just drink plenty of liquids."

His laughter echoed sharply against the concrete.

Bonnie ran away before she could figure out what was happening, although she was sure he had seen her.

Later, she found out that he sometimes sold a variety of unknown drugs to the stoners, but he liked to play "pranks" with his merchandise. Sometimes he'd trick them into taking some really nasty shit, so there was always a guinea pig who tried it before everyone else did. Vicky had pulled the shortest straw that day.

Bonnie thought of her potions and draughts, her treasured concoctions which always lifted her spirits.

Did he make his own brews, cook his own poisons? Did that bring him joy?

She was curious, and it bothered her that this was her first instinct.

She let Matt take her out for a drink at the Grill, all the while wondering if she should tell him about his little sister. Maybe it wasn't her business.

Matt talked to her about football, about his dream of being a cop one day (at which she said nothing and merely sipped her drink diplomatically), his favorite TV Show, The Big Bang Theory.

Bonnie smiled and tried to think of something to say, but she liked listening to him. She felt better not having to reveal anything about herself.

He drove her home afterwards. But first, he wanted to show her something. He took her to the Falls which she hadn't seen before properly.

Bonnie got out of the car and stared in awe at the precipice, the steady outpour, the generous, unguarded way of nature. She breathed in the smell of minerals and water. She walked towards the old bridge. She had a feeling this was one of those small town spots where kids liked to hold hands and make-out. Maybe she wouldn't mind doing that with Matt. It was beautiful, after all.

"Oh shit. Didn't know he was here," her date muttered.

Bonnie saw a dark figure against the autumn sky. He was standing at the top of the waterfall, right on the mossy bank. She couldn't tell from that distance, but he appeared to be naked. She held her breath, feeling a strange pressure in her chest.

Kai Parker jumped into the waterfall.

Bonnie cried out.

Matt put his arm around her, drawing her back.

"We have to do something, he's gonna die –"

"He's pulled this stunt before."

"What?"

Matt was right. A few moments later, Kai emerged from the whirlpool like a god of the river.

His hair was plastered to his head. His face was split, mouth gaping, as if he had been trying to catch fish with his teeth. There were bruises on his skin, open gashes. He was bleeding.

He screamed a scream of victory, and it turned into a laugh.

"Like the view?" he called out to them, wading towards the shore. It was now quite obvious he was stark naked.

"Come on, let's leave psycho alone." Matt pulled her away from the scene, but Bonnie craned her neck to look back.

Kai was not staring at her. He was glaring at Matt's retreating back and the chilling hatred in his eyes made her shudder.

She remembered she had muttered an incoherent protection spell before she saw him fall into the water.

Had it helped?

No. This was just something he did, Matt told her.

The freak liked to put himself in danger. Death wish and all that.

Still, Bonnie wanted to think it was her spell that had saved him.

.

Olivia Newton John's Physical was blasting from his headphones. He was dangling the sharp end of a pencil close to his eye, trying not to flinch.

Bonnie sat down across from him and slapped the piece of paper on the table.

Kai dropped the pencil with a petulant frown.

"Will you please stop giving me these?" she said in a low voice, trying to contain her anger. This was study period, after all, and Mrs. Allen was patrolling the tables.

Kai looked down at the graphic drawing of a woman at the bottom of a pool being penetrated by a slew of greedy tentacles. Up close, they looked like water hoses.

He leaned back with a smirk. "You're the one who picks them up."

"This one landed in my bag," she muttered, stabbing the drawing with her finger.

"I was aiming for your head. Not my fault you move in your seat."

"You have to stop."

"Aw come on, Bonnie-Boo. We both know that's not what you want."

It was the first time he was calling her something and – she didn't like it.

"Don't call me that."

"What should I call you?"

She inhaled. "The – the girl in the drawing looks like me."

Kai picked it up, examined it, cocked his head to the side like he was considering her theory.

"I don't see it."

"I do."

Mrs. Allen was nearing their table. Bonnie opened one of her books and pretended to read.

Kai snatched the drawing and shoved it under his shirt.

When the elderly teacher moved away, Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief. "God, what if she'd seen that –?"

Kai tapped his chin. "You think we should leave it for her? I bet she'd get a kick out of it, if you know what I mean." He wriggled his eyebrows.

"Eww." She made a gagging sound, but she couldn't help a small, shameful smile.

Kai stared at her. "So why don't you report me?"

Bonnie busied herself with putting the book back in her bag. "I don't want any trouble."

"You realize I won't stop."

"Why – why not?"

Kai leaned forward. She didn't recognize the song blaring from his headphones, but a woman was singing about "murder on the dance floor". It was so incongruous she almost wanted to laugh.

But his eyes pinned her down.

"You're my muse, Bonnie-Boo. You keep giving me these ideas...You drive me on."

She didn't say 'don't call me that'. She just gathered her things and left. She still felt that shameful smile on her lips.

In English, the creative assignment was to choose the lyrics of a song that meant something to you and recite them in front of the class.

Bonnie was leery of having to stand up in front of everyone and share her innermost self. But she remembered the "kill the witch" sign left in her locker at her last school. She wanted to take a stand, show people that the new Bonnie could not be stepped on.

She walked up to the blackboard. The teacher nodded in encouragement. Her classmates smiled, expecting something sweet from the sweet new girl.

"Southern trees bear a strange fruit," she began slowly, staring out the window. "Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees…"

The atmosphere shifted, became oppressive. The air shimmered as she recited about the "scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, then the sudden smell of burning flesh". She didn't stop until she finished all of Billie Holiday's Strange Fruit.

When she was done, the teacher's mouth was pursed and her classmates avoided looking at her directly.

With a sinking feeling, Bonnie realized she'd made a mistake. She had reverted to her old self, the weird self. Why had she done this, why was she trying to alienate them?

But then she caught the eyes at the back of the class.

Kai Parker leaned over his desk, completely alert. He wasn't smiling, though his mouth was always on the verge of something.

His eyes shone with hunger and approval. She was his muse, after all.

.

In Biology they worked in pairs to dissect a frog. Bonnie was in charge of the scalpel, since she was the only one whose hand did not shake.

Kai sauntered over to her group towards the end of the lesson and picked up the jar full of guts and blood.

"Twenty bucks says I drink it."

The boys in the group eyed him warily. "Will you do it for ten?"

"Ten each. Come on, don't be cheapskates," he wheedled.

"I'll give you another five," Meredith piped up with a nasty giggle.

Bonnie nudged her in the shoulder. "Don't encourage him."

Kai picked up the jar and tipped it over. Everyone looked away in disgust as gasps and shudders swept the class.

Only Bonnie did not look away. She watched him, half-incredulous, half-curious. Could he drink it all without throwing up?

He did. He craned his neck and let every last drop glide down his throat.

It must have tasted awful.

Or maybe – not so awful, since he could do it.

Bonnie licked her lips.

She was lying in bed, staring laconically at the draft of an incomplete essay, when her phone buzzed with a new message.

You were so hot when you licked your lips. I jerked off for two hours just thinking about it.

Bonnie scrambled out of bed, feet getting tangled in her duvet. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. Her father was making dinner downstairs. She could hear him fiddling with the stove.

Bonnie went to her window, glancing out warily as if expecting to see him down the street, waving at her.

She opened it halfway, letting the cool breeze in. Even so, a light sheen of sweat dappled the small of her back.

She typed furiously.

How did you get my number? B.

I hacked your phone, obviously. K.

No, you didn't. B.

Fine. I hacked someone else's phone to get your number. K.

Stop lying. B.

I'm invading your privacy. Does it matter how I did it? K.

Yes. B.

What are you wearing? K.

Bonnie choked on her anger.

You mean you can't see through the camera you had installed in my room? B.

Ahahahahahaha. You're so funny. Bra or no bra? K.

I can just block you. B.

But u won't. K.

What makes you think that? B.

Are you gonna go out with Mattie D again? K.

None of your business. B. She hated that she giggled a little at 'Mattie D'.

Mattie D is young, has his whole life ahead of him. K.

Your point? B.

Wouldn't want anything to happen to him, u know? K.

Bonnie sat down on the window seat. The cool air made her shiver, but she welcomed it. She felt feverish.

What does that mean? B.

You know what it means. Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh. K.

He was quoting "Strange Fruit". Bonnie felt dread and excitement and revulsion in the pit of her stomach. Like swallowing a jar of guts and blood.

Did you put them up on the ceiling like I told u? K.

His drawings. Bonnie stared guiltily at the cardboard box under the bed where she kept some old toys and knickknacks from the old house in Georgia.

No. I burned them. B.

Liar. But it's okay. I can always make you more. K.

The thought electrified her. It made her squirm and sink her toes in the carpet.

Gotta go wipe the cum off me. Night, Bonnie-Boo. K.

Bonnie swallowed hard. He'd been jerking off to her, he said. She tried not to picture it. But everything was a picture with him; graphic and painful and raw.

She sank down on the bed and squeezed her thighs shut. She felt that if she touched herself, he'd know.