Author's note: Because I just can't give up on Bamon. This is relatively in cannon, it follows the events from season 1, onwards. I'll probably skip through or summarise some events. I will take liberties in order to make Bamon realistic.
A special thanks goes to xLadyLovelyLiesx for her help with Beta-reading this chapter.
Warning: The rating will be moving up to M, there will be smut further on in the story, but this chapter is T.
This is probably my last instalment for this fandom so I wanted to write something good. So hope you read, enjoy and of course reviews are always welcome.
B
Spending a school night at the Grill standing by as her friend had a great time wasn't exactly Bonnie's idea of a great night.
So how was it that she found herself doing exactly that? Well, it was really all Elena's fault for getting a new boyfriend and throwing away what had previously been a good thing. Personally Bonnie had envisioned their junior year going a little bit differently.
They were all single. Elena was by choice after the whole Matt thing. Caroline was because she really couldn't make up her mind and her? Mostly because she had no choice. In real life if you're a smart opinionated girl you're doomed to be single forever unless you date a dumb jock or one of those creepy guys who would rather talk about reptiles than anything else.
You're really at the bottom of the social food chain.
They were all supposed to stay single and spend their time in between school activities going out, squeezing in some school work, and still having time for the hundred socials Mystic Falls threw every year. Bonnie was getting the feeling that in Mystic Falls you had more reason to worry about what costumes you'll get for which social rather than whether you have a Math test on Monday. It was going to be a great year and no one was going to harass Bonnie about finally getting a boyfriend.
And then, not even a day passes, suddenly Elena has a boyfriend. Technically they aren't really dating but rather "getting to know each other". That's what Elena said anyway, but Bonnie wasn't going to hold her breath on that one. She hadn't really counted on Caroline staying single, because Caroline doesn't believe in alone time, but she was still grasping onto hope.
Unfortunately Caroline had picked today to be her getting-her-groove-back night and because Elena had gone AWOL, Bonnie had been blackmailed into going to the Grill. All the while thinking about the million things she'd rather be doing instead.
"Bonnie, come on. You're really bringing the atmosphere down," Caroline whined as she slumped into the opposite seat, looking flushed from all the dancing she'd been doing.
"I had no idea I was supposed to do anything," Bonnie said dryly, sipping on her soda.
Caroline frowned, "Are you drinking a soda?" she asked incredulous, "What are you thinking?"
Bonnie paused, face blank, "I'm thinking tomorrow I have school and don't want to wake up with a hangover," she deadpanned.
The blonde shook her head as she grabbed Bonnie's drink, managing to almost drench her in soda, "Sorry but I plan to blank out sometime tonight and I want the same for you, "Caroline said as she waved a waiter over, "My friend here wants something strong," she ordered.
"You know I'm not going to drink it right?" Bonnie asked, her finger twirling around the chain of her locket.
"Of course you are, because if you don't I'll let that guy you like know about your crush on him," Caroline threatened.
Now if this was a normal crush, Bonnie really wouldn't mind. Only her crush on Chad Monroe was extremely pathetic. Embarrassingly so. She didn't even like his personality, she just liked the way he looked. He looked like something you'd pay money just to stare at, and occasionally touch. The worst part was that every time he was around her, Bonnie couldn't even make a coherent sentence. She was truly pathetic.
Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "You promised," she reminded.
Caroline shrugged, "I had my fingers crossed behind my back," she stated.
"We were at McD's and you were woofing down a burger with both hands!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Well..." the blonde paused, "I had them crossed hypothetically."
Bonnie rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her seat. The waiter returned with her very large, alcoholic drink. She arched an eyebrow at Caroline who simply shrugged with a huge grin on her face. Sighing, Bonnie took a tentative sip.
"This isn't so bad," she murmured, enjoying the tangy taste, "What is it?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow," Caroline said as a way of a reply before adding, "Besides when's the last time you let your hair down?"
"Right now," Bonnie said, motioning to her head of wavy, raven hair.
Caroline made a show of rolling her eyes dramatically before replying, "I meant actually allowed yourself to have fun?"
"I do have fun," Bonnie snorted before chugging the rest of her drink, "I drank your drink and now I'm going to the bar to order a cab for you," she added as she got up and slipped on her jacket.
"But you're my ride!" Caroline exclaimed.
"Exactly, and that's why I'm ordering a cab for you," Bonnie stated dryly as she began to make her way to the bar. She ignored Caroline's voiced protests which were soon drowned out by the music in the Grill.
She'd just been leaning over the counter to call the bartender when she heard the sound of a voice being cleared behind her. Turning her head slightly Bonnie's eyes met with deep, piercing blue eyes.
"How about your next drink is on me?" the guy asked, bumping shoulders with her as he flashed her a grin.
Fuck. Bonnie thought as her mind temporarily went off line while she processed the sex God standing before her. It was just her luck to meet a guy just as she was making her hasty exit.
"Actually I'm not having another drink," she explained.
The man raised a dark eyebrow, "You're not?" he asked
"Yes."
"Yes as in you are?"
Bonnie shook her head, releasing an exasperated sigh, "I mean no thanks I'm on my way out," she said as she waved the bartender over.
"Come on it's not even 10pm yet," the guy said and Bonnie was certain he inched closer, "Besides you're practically sober."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Bonnie drawled.
"It is," he stated with a shrug, "Unless of course you're rushing home to see your boyfriend?" he asked casually.
Bonnie chuckled, "Is this your way of asking if I'm single?" she asked playfully.
"Maybe, because if you're not then I might just be what you need," he answered with a grin.
"Are you flirting with me?"
"Is it working?" he asked with another grin.
Seriously this guy must be committing some felony in several states because no one should make smiling look that sexy. Bonnie thought as she tried to keep a level head.
"No," Bonnie replied before turning to the bartender, "Hey could you make sure my friend over there gets a cab home?" she asked, pointing out Caroline who had ceased all protests and was now voicing her objection by dancing the night away. It totally made sense. Bonnie waited for the bartender's nod of approval before turning to leave.
"Two drinks on me and if it's still not working you can leave," The guy said halting her by grabbing her arm.
"Two?" Bonnie asked incredulous.
"If I said one, you'd think I had some ulterior motive," the guy replied.
"Don't you?"
He laughed, "Maybe but you won't know unless you stick around a bit," he said giving her a wink.
I should just leave. Bonnie reasoned. Then again he was cute, okay very good looking, and he really didn't look like the serial killer type. Besides didn't she deserve to at least have some fun from this wreck of a night?
"Okay, two but then I'm leaving," she stated, sliding into a chair.
"Fine by me," he said turning to order to drinks from the bartender before turning back to her, "By the way I'm-"
"The guy I met at the bar and will probably never see again, so let's not get it complicated" Bonnie said cutting him off.
"And you are definitely my type," he said with another grin, just as their drinks were set before them.
In all honesty Bonnie wasn't one for reckless behaviour; in fact she was the dependable one, the designated driver in the group. But here she was, beginning of her junior year, sitting at a bar with a good looking guy and about to get drunk. Somehow it didn't seem like such a bad idea...
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There was this huge insistent noise blaring in her ears on top of the throbbing in her head and all Bonnie could think about was how she'd lift her right arm in order to smash her alarm clock against the wall. Groaning she lifted her head and immediately dropped it again, grimacing from the pain. There was no way she was making it to school today.
Taking a steady breath, her eyes tightly shut, she concentrated all her strength into lifting her right arm, but it barely reached. Cursing under breath, Bonnie peered through narrowed eyes, spotting the not-so-cute Hello Kitty clock. A gift from Caroline. She slid over until she could reach it, but rather than smashing it against the wall she settled for switching it off.
No mess to clean this way. She thought as she sat up, one hand holding her throbbing head. Her vision was slightly blurry and it took her a moment to get her bearings straight. No wonder she couldn't reach the alarm clock, she was sleeping on the other side of her bed. Confused she lowered her gaze to her chest, she was sleeping naked on the other side of her bed.
Wait... naked? Then, like a flood crashing through a dam wall, her memories returned and they didn't even have the decency to be all jumbled up. She remembered vividly what had happened last night. Fuck.
Bonnie closed her eyes. She had slept with a complete stranger, invited him into her own house while she was inebriated, never knowing whether or not he was a psychotic killer.
She'd done a complete Caroline.
But she was alive, and once she'd taken a quick peek beneath the covers, concluded that she hadn't been beaten up or anything crazy like that. Relieved she allowed herself to relax back into her bed. Bad idea.
The sheets smelled like sex and something entirely exotic and male. The guy smelled good, she'd give him that. Bonnie turned onto her side and that's when she noticed the note. It was obviously a sheet torn out from her own notebook and placed against her lamp. Intrigued, she took it and read it:
Holding your panties for ransom in exchange for dinner.
"Perve." Bonnie muttered. So much for thinking he was harmless. Did he really think she'd go on a date with a guy who stole lace? No matter his sexual prowess, she was determined this had been a onetime thing.
Bonnie glanced at the time; it was pointless skipping school now that she was wide awake. Some Advil would go miles with clearing up her headache. With that, Bonnie headed for her bathroom to take a shower and help clear her mind.
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"You know Bonnie if you're going to be late, the point is to make sure you're fashionably late," Caroline complained as Bonnie walked up to her.
The blonde wore a short skirt and a loose chiffon shirt paired off with silver pumps in contrast to Bonnie's black skinny jeans and blouse.
"Hello to you to Caroline," Bonnie said warily as she glanced over her shoulder, "Have you seen Elena?" she asked, because last night's events were still zooming in her head and she needed to confide in her best friend.
"Nope, I'm guessing she's somewhere with new boy," Caroline answered.
The two fell in step as they entered the main school entrance.
Of course Elena was off smizing with Stefan while she claimed nothing was going on between them.
"You know his name is Stefan," Bonnie stated.
Caroline rolled her eyes, "The whole point of being popular is making sure you don't know people's names Bonnie," she said, slowly with emphasis, "Gosh why did I ever take history?"
"Because history is the very thing that shapes our presence," Bonnie answered earning a glare from her friend, "Besides I heard Mr Fitzgerald retired so we're gonna be getting a new teacher."
"Oh great. We'll probably get another old windbag who probably stepped right out of World War I," Caroline whined as she rummaged through her bag, "Which is why I brought these bad boys," she added with a grin as she waved her sunglasses in Bonnie's face.
"Caroline, you can't sleep through history. You'll fail."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Caroline said as they entered the classroom. Their new teacher had their back to them as he wrote on the board, "Okay don't know about you but Mr History has a fine ass," she whispered to Bonnie, "Guess these bad babies might not be needed after all."
Bonnie wasn't much of an ass girl, but even she had to admit it looked pretty good from where she was standing. But he was their teacher so having such thoughts was probably inappropriate.
Glancing away from Mr Fine Ass, she spotted Elena who waved them over.
"Where have you been?" Bonnie asked, taking a seat from the desk behind her.
"I was early for class, unlike some people," Elena said with a shrug, "And lower your voice the class is about to start."
Bonnie snorted, "You early for class is like..." she felt her voice trail off as her eyes nearly popped right out of her skull, "What the fuck?!"
"My sentiments exactly, had no idea male gods were signing up to teach at this dead end town," Caroline whispered but Bonnie hardly paid her any heed as she stared horrified at One Night stand guy.
This wasn't happening. There was no way that the one time she decided to be reckless and fun Bonnie it has to come back and haunt her.
Mr Fine Ass, who was really One Night Stand, grinned, "Well normally I garner a more warmer welcome, but there is a first for everything," he said and some of Bonnie's classmates chuckled.
Bonnie was not one of them, her throat was dry and she was certain she was having a heart attack. Just her luck too, to drop dead at seventeen from a heart attack.
"It's not the shirt right?" he continued in that light joking manner, as he sauntered towards her desk, "Usually I go for a more casual look."
Bonnie scowled. It was definitely not the shirt, though the snug fit over sculptured muscles wasn't doing him any disfavour either. It was his overall manner as if they were good friends, sharing some inside joke.
And considering that Bonnie knew what the knitwear hid beneath,
"I'm Damon Salvatore, your new history teacher," He introduced, offering his hand.
Would it be too much if she just bit the very hand that mere hours ago had worshipped her body? Unfortunately the whole class's attention was drawn to them. She shook his hand reluctantly.
"I never did get your name," he added, his grasp unyielding.
Was Bonnie the only one who noticed that he was all but eye-molesting her?
"Bonnie Bennett," she grumbled.
He finally released her hand, "It was a pleasure," he murmured cryptically before turning and heading for the board, "Now how about we delve into some history?"