Wicked Based...

Chapter One

You have to swear
You've got love to love me
That will last forever
We must have a story
With a happy ending
I swear to never go away
And never put aside
The things I'm gonna say
Cuz these are rules for us

- Rules, Shakira

Twelve Years ago

Wes and Enzo snuck in through the back door. His mother told them to stay outside, but they're getting real thirsty from playing basketball in the sun. He reached for the cupboard for the glasses when he heard his mother yelling at his dad in the living room around the corner. He froze, arm stretched over his head, his weight on his toes. She was already in a bad mood. She'll beat him if she sees him inside the house.

Enzo eased down onto his heels and hanging his head. He was scared and embarrassed. His dad said what happens in the family is their personal business and no one should witness what goes on in their home. He looked over at Wes who was witnessing and hearing his family's business.

Enzo pointed to the back door and mouth, "Let's go."

Wes nods and turns around, and Enzo follows behind his friend, both of them stepping softly so they weren't caught.

His mother was still yelling at his father, but he didn't hear his replies. They could not travel ten feet to the back door fast enough. They were halfway there when he heard his mom say, "You will not see them again. You can send a monthly check for that boy and that. Is. It."

He halt and held his breath. Even the pulse pounding in his ears seems too loud. Enzo tried to focus on what they're talking about, but the thump-thud-ump was distracting.

Who are they talking about?

"I can't do that. He's my son too. I have to see him." his dad was mad enough now that he could hear what he's saying.

"He is not your son. Enzo is your son. We are your family." his mother was enraged.

Wes stopped and looked back at him. Enzo waved for him to keep going. He had to hear this. He continues forward and eases the screen door open as quietly as he could.

"Yvette, he's my—"

"I don't care, Giuseppe. I don't want anything to do with that boy. I don't want Enzo to have anything to do with that boy, either. You do what I say, or we are done. You are so lucky I'm even considering staying with you after this shit."

He gasped. Are they splitting up? Why? Who were they arguing about?

"I can't do that. Asking me to give up Stefan is the same as asking me to give up Enzo. I won't do it."

Stefan?

"Well," his mother said, her voice cold and bitter, "I'm done asking. You've made your bed with that cheap whore—now you can lie in it. I mean it. I won't have anything to do with that bastard child and neither will Enzo. You'll see Enzo when a court orders me to let you see him again. Now get out!" she screams.

His ears were ringing, but he could still make out her heavy breathing.

He was terrified of being caught in her wrath, he couldn't even move. He has to know if his father was leaving. He didn't want him to leave. He didn't have to see whoever his mother didn't want him to see. He won't have anything to do with Stefan. He just didn't want his dad to leave them and never come back.

He was not answering whether he'd stay or leave and Enzo didn't hear anyone moving in there.

The urge to tell him to stay wins out over the fear and before he can think better of it, he was walking toward the living room.

"Let me get some of my things and then I'll go."

"No!" Enzo rushed into the living room. He can't leave. "I don't want you to go, Dad."

"Lorenzo! I told you to stay outside." his mother was looking at him with that look she gets when she gives him a beating, but it would be worth it if he could talk his father into staying.

"I know, but I was thirsty and then you guys were yelling at each other." he looked back to his dad. His hands were balled at his sides and his shoulders heave with the exertion it takes to not cry.

"Lorenzo—"

"Giuseppe, go. You'll have to come back later and get your things. Don't make this any harder on him than it needs to be."

Enzo shake his head at him. She's not really going to make him leave, is she?

He gave a sad look to his son regretfully. "I'll be back, son."

"Now, Giuseppe. Before I call the cops," his mother says, her voice soft and steady.

His father stares at him while he blinked away the sting of tears. "I will be back," he promises and then heads for the door.

Enzo turns to his mom, willing her to say something, anything that will make it okay for him to stay.

But she doesn't, and his dad walks out the door, closing it behind him.

He was enraptured, waiting for the door to reopen and for his dad to walk back in.

He doesn't.

His car starts up and then fades away as he drives farther and farther from him.

"Go to your room," his mom says and flings a piece of paper onto the side table.

Enzo glares at her and don't move.

She meets his glare for with her own. "You want to know why he had to leave?"

He nod. He was asking for it now, but he didn't care anymore.

"Because he was doing things with another woman he should only be doing with me. And he has another child with her. He has a family on the side, Enzo. And when I asked him to give it up, to give them up for us, he wouldn't." She was no longer just angry, but sad. Really sad. Her eyes are watering and the bottom of her chin is shaking. She drops onto the couch and covers her face with her hands as a sob breaks loose from her throat

"Mom?" Enzo ask, uncertain. It hurts his chest to see her crying. He had never seen her cry before. He didn't like it one bit.

He walked over and put his arm around her like she used to do to him when he was sad.

She seems so feeble, like if he release any of his tension from around her she'll fall apart.

He held on tight and repeat one line to himself over and over again.

'I hate Stefan.'

Present Day

Classes starts in two days. Bonnie still had two chapters to read in her global accounting class, and a stupid who are you? paper to write for politic management. She had the first week's chapters read and assignments completed for her other three classes.

Caroline, her best friend, arrives tomorrow and she'll give her shit if she sees Bonnie doing homework before classes start. Not that she won't give her shit the whole semester anyway, but there's a welcome-back mixer for Beta Alpha Psi, tomorrow, and Caroline is determined about them attending. Especially since she was now the new president.

Her phone vibrates across the desk. Only three pages in, but it's Jeremy. She smiled. "Hey, sweetie," she say in a sweet voice.

"Babydoll, I miss you." She loved when he called her that. He started giving her cute nicknames after a year into their relationship, and they've been steady for three years now, it was crazy how he still made her melt. She was so marrying this man after graduation.

"I miss you too."

"So what are you doing right now?"

He's not going to like this. "Homework," she said dubious. The same answer she gave him when he lasted called her today.

"Aren't you done with that yet?"

"Almost. Just a few more things."

"Good. Do it tomorrow. I want to see you. Come over, please." He drags out "please" in the way he knows she'd have a hard time resisting.

"Aw, babe. I can't. I have to work tomorrow and we have that Beta Alpha Psi thing tomorrow night." she was currently working at the local bridal boutique downtown near Whitmore.

"Fuck it, we'll skip the mixer. I'd rather see you tonight anyways." He was horny. This was the only time he'd beg when he wanted to have sex with her.

Caroline thought it was pitiful and lame, but Bonnie was always delighted to see him like this. She'd rather him beg on his knees for her than look someplace else for it. He'd never do that to her, though. She had taken good care of him to ensure it doesn't happen.

"You know Caroline won't let us." They've been friends much longer than Jeremy and her have been together, and when she wants something, she gets it. Which is exactly why the club voted her in as their president.

"You let me handle her."

Bonnie snorted, "Good luck with that."

"You're really not going to come over tonight." he says more as a disappointed statement.

"I'll make it up to you I swear," she singsong. She would too. She'll make it up real good.

"I guess I'll have to use my hand."

Bonnie laughed. She loved this boy. "Don't sound so unhappy. Your hand feels so," She drops her voice and add a moan, "good."

"Not cool babe, not cool at all." His bed creaks as she assumes he was adjusting himself. "In fact that was down right mean."

She grin. Even she was a little aroused affecting him like this. "Tomorrow. It'll be like make-up sex. Even though we never got into a fight." Even she was beginning to look forward to it.

She flip through the pages in her book waiting for his answer.

He doesn't. He was probably pouting.

"Awww, come on. You know it turns me on when you use your hand and think of me."

"Yeah." He's still pouting.

"I love you."

"Love you too." He hangs up.

Bonnie speed-read through the sections about the US accounting. Most of this was a quick review. Then she wrote the paper about herself, her future goals, and dream career, and then put a few final touches on it.

When she was done, she check her phone and saw it wasn't as late as she thought it was. Bonnie went to her call list and hovers over Jeremy's name.

Naw, she'll surprise him.

He's probably already taken care of matters, but she's sure he'll be happy and ready to go again once he sees her.

Bonnie hops out of her chair and tuck it in under the desk, straightening it when one of the legs sticks out farther than the other.

She go over to her dresser, which was of course already unpacked—and open the panties drawer. She took out the white lace underwear and bra. Jeremy likes this set. She put it on and check herself in the wall-length mirror.

Yep, Jeremy's going to like this. Her ass looks great.

She finished dressing and locked up behind her. She waved to Lexi, her floor maiden, on the way out of the dorms and stifle when she open the outside door. Virginia was hot as hell around late August.

Bonnie heads off campus towards Jeremy's apartment a block away, which is nice because they have more privacy, but it's still close to the campus library for her weekend study groups when she stayed with him overnight.

She walks up the three flights of stairs and creeps over to his door. She had come this far she would like to keep it a surprise. She checks the door to his place. It's unlocked. She opens and closes the front door softly behind her. Light from his bedroom shimmered into the hallway. She followed it and heard moans coming from his room.

Oh my God! He's watching a porno.

The closer she got the louder the sex sounds got.

"Oh fuck yeah," followed by a loud slap.

She stopped. That sounds an awful lot like Jeremy and the slap is too clear to be from the TV or a laptop.

Her heart beats in her throat and stomach at the same time. The sensation was nauseating. She inhaled deep to keep her heart in her chest, and she smelt it. Sex. Dirty, raunchy, sweaty sex.

Her feet moved. She couldn't stop them. It was almost like they're detached from the rest of her body but still manage to carry her forward.

Her fingers trembled as they pressed against the oak wood of Jeremy's bedroom door, opening it all the way.

Jeremy had a naked blonde bent over his bed, taking her from behind. He's pounding into her with his teeth exposed in a howl. He didn't even hear her come in or open his door.

"Jeremy." His name squeaks its way out her mouth.

He quickly pulls out of the blonde wearing a red condom. The same color as the ones she bought him for when she missed her birth control pills.

Both of them looks at her in alarm. "Bonnie! What the hell are you doing here?" He dashes over to a towel sitting on a chair and wraps it around his waist.

What was she doing here?

Her shock turns to anger. "I came over to have some alone time with you, but it looks like found someone else to keep you company. I figure you were alone watching porn because at least that would have been okay, but This? This is bullshit!" she points to the curly haired blonde now swanking over to the bottom of the bed to grab her clothes.

She stomps over to the end table, but Jeremy cuts her off.

Bonnie pushes him to the side as hard as she can. He moves enough that she took the final steps to the table.

He grabs her arm, but she yanks it away and reach the top drawer. She opens it and finds the bottom littered with condoms. He or she was in a rush and messed up the neat arrangement they were in the last time she saw them. The pulse in her stomach intensifies.

Jeremy grabs her arm again, this time tight enough that she couldn't pull away, and spins her around. "We need to talk."

Bonnie jerks her arm again, but his grip doesn't lessen. "Oh, now you wanna talk?"

The blonde, Bonnie knew she'd seen before, she worked at the school's coffee cafe, her name was Liv Parker, she walked toward the door. "Call me later, Jer" she says as she steps into the hall.

So this has happened before. She slaps Jeremy with her free hand. "You bastard!"

He lets go and steps back, touching his reddening cheek. "What hell did you really expect?"

She was furious. "What did I expect?" her tone was crossed. "I expected you to be faithful to me. You knew. You fucking knew how bad this would hurt me!" she told him everything, everything about how her mom cheated on her dad. How that ruined her life, their life. How she lost her mom to drugs soon after the divorce. How she lost basically everything, and how terrified she was of being cheated on. And he still does this to her.

Bonnie reaches back down to the drawer and sweep up every last condom and the box, and then turn to leave.

Jeremy puts his hand out to stop her.

"Don't. Touch. Me," she says in almost a whisper.

He pulls back. A yelling Bonnie he could handle. But this Bonnie, he couldn't handle her, she was far too gone.

She left as quickly as she could, stuffing the condoms into her pockets, and then into the box once her pockets were full. She drops one on her way out the door and turned back to pick it up.

Jeremy is standing in his hallway, running his hands through his long brown hair, the same hair she had spent three years running her fingers through. "Bonnie."

She glared at him before stuffing the single condom in the box and slammed the door closed.

She ran down all three flights of stairs.

"Bonnie," Jeremy calls from his floor landing.

She didn't turn back. She run out of his complex, around the block, and across the street toward campus.

A car slams on its brakes and stops, barely missing her.

She dropped to her knees in the road, the car's headlights shining in her eyes, and she puked.

She didn't cry; she just threw up. Her entire guts were splattered out in the center of Branson Way, blinded by the car's low beams as her heart shatters.

Along with her future.

AN: Okay, so I finally broke down and decided it was time for me to post something in the fandom, here I am now. Leave a review and let me know what ya'll think.