Authors Note: Okay, so this is my first time ever writing something for others to read. I always tend to write for myself. Like poems and short stories and I've only ever shared it with my sisters who could unfortunately care less to read period. Point is I'm extremely nervous to be sharing my writing with others. I honestly don't know whether you will like this or just completely hate it. Criticism is definitely welcomed and encouraged. Just please try to be nice. I made a lot of changes to the storyline though some things remain the same. I think I can label it an AU sort of... I don't know. But if you do read this and you like it or hate it let me know. (Oh and I think I have to add a disclaimer so I don't own any of these characters or TVD whatsoever ) That's good right?
Bonnie hated history class with a passion. A fiery burning passion that threaten to burn down the entire classroom and everyone in it. However, it wasn't history itself she had a problem with. In fact, Bonnie loved history. No, the problem lied amongst her less than inspiring teacher and her headache inducing classmates. Forty-five minutes of that five days a week was just pure torture. School had only just begun since summer, but Bonnie was already done. She felt like time was slowly dragging its feet just to torment her. Against her better judgement, she took a glance towards the clock. Great class was only twelve minutes in. Funny it felt close to a good twenty. Bonnie rolled her eyes from the forsaken clock and unfortunately, they landed on a more unpleasant object. Well person. Elena Gilbert who was in an animated conversation with her sometimes bestie Caroline Forbes.
"Did you see the new guy this morning,"
"Did I see him? I nearly broke my neck just to get a peek."
Bonnie scoffed at their conversation, she's been hearing the same thing since first period, 'Omg have you seen the new guy he's so hot etc. etc.' Bonnie has also laid eyes on one of today's juiciest gossip and she can understand why all the girl's panties are in a twist. However, she was tired of hearing about it.
"Well whatever his name is I totally call dibs, so don't even think about it miss Gilbert."
"Wouldn't dream of it Caroline, wouldn't want to violate the code of dibs."
"Yeah, your completely honorable when it comes to dibs, oh except for Liam, and oh Matt can't forget Matt. You know your current boyfriend."
"Okay well this time I'm being completely honest. Also, I broke up with Matt so now he's my current ex-boyfriend."
"What when did this happen tell me evert-… What the hell is she staring at? Hey Bennett, did you want something?"
Spotted. Bonnie turned back to the front of class and mentally curses herself for staring too long. Elena and Matt broke up. That's weird. Those two were completely inseparable. When you saw one you got the other. It's been that way since seventh grade. Why would they just break up out of the blue. Whatever she was not supposed to care especially about Elena Gilbert, they stop being friends freshman year with good reason and it should definitely stay that way.
"She's so weird, I can't believe you were ever friends with her."
"Well you used to be friends with Kelly Beach so I don't think you have any right to judge."
"Ugh please don't remind me I will never forgive myself, now back to Matt."
By the time their conversation begin to fade from Bonnie's ears she was being pulled into another.
"Miss Bennett, Miss Bennett may I please have your attention." Coach Tanner stood in front of Bonnie's desk with an exasperated look drawn on his face. Bonnie managed not to roll her eyes at him.
"What was the question Mr. Tanner." She questioned. Her face scrunched into confusion when she was soon rewarded with the snickers of her classmates. Coach Tanner's lips ticked up in annoyance.
"Your needed in the office, however if I did have a question I doubt you'd be able to answer it." The snickers then turned into full blown laughter. Fire. She felt it crawling up her ears from her cheeks and finally to her fingertips, begging to be released. Bonnie dropped her eyes to her desk and quickly gathered up her things and hurried out of class before she managed to turn coach Tanner into a crispy snack.
"When she reached the office, she was told to wait until Mrs. Fell was ready to see her. Bonnie sat down in the office chair coaching herself to calm down. She's not hotheaded by any means, but lately her magic was running on a short fuse. Her grams had warned her about her powers growing exponentially with the upcoming comet. She didn't however warn her about her spike in temper. She begins pinching the middle of her palm in an effort to calm down. Breathe she instructed in and out in ou-…
"Bonnie, Miss Fell will see you now. You can head on back." Bonnie smiles politely as she begins to head towards the back office. She knocks lightly on the door and proceeds to enter once she hears a response.
"Ms. Bennett, how are you today." Mrs. Fell begins filing her papers away patiently waiting for an answer.
"I'm fine Mrs. Fell... I'm sorry am I in trouble for something." Bonnie asked with a slightly exasperated tone. Her day just kept getting better.
"Oh, heavens no, please Bonnie have a seat." She points towards the chair with amusement. Bonnie takes a seat confused as to why she was in the counselors office if she wasn't in trouble. "As you are probably aware, the night of the comet festival is approaching and all of our school clubs are getting involved in the organization." Bonnie nods in confusion at her words. "Even your tutor club, however the only one who hasn't signed the participation list is the club's vice president." Understanding floods though her. At the begging of the school year Bonnie was elected as the club's VP Mostly as a joke. And as VP she was no longer allowed to bail on events like these.
"Part of being in a club is being a part of that club and now that you're the vice president you need to set an example." Bonnie sighed.
The only reason she even joined the club was because her father was pressuring her to get involved in something and get a hobby. She couldn't exactly tell him she already had a hobby. He would most likely lock her in a tower to keep her away from her kooky grams and her antics. Plus, a tutoring club didn't sound that inclusive, boy was she wrong.
"These are supposed to be the most exciting times of your life and you should take it by the horns and ride the waves. So, I expect you to sign the sheet and to be the forerunner of your clubs responsibilities." Mrs. Fell stands up from her chair with a sheet in her hands. "Do you have any question Bonnie."
"Bonnie takes the sheet from the counselor. She forces a smile upon her face. "No, no question at all Mrs. Fell." She signs the sheet and hands it back to the woman. "I will make sure all of our responsibilities are completely fulfilled." She continues to smile in order to garner sincerity.
"Great, Mrs. Bennett, I'm happy I got a chance to discuss this with you. Have a nice day."
Yeah it was way too late for that bonnie thought as she headed on her way out the door. Lost in thought she rounded the corner and ran straight into a strong solid wall of chest. Bonnie looked up in a rush to apologize but the words caught in her throat. Standing in front of her was another topic of juicy gossip. Mr. Salvatore, the new English teacher. Bonnie had seen him earlier in the school cafeteria as the girls giggled and gushed over him. His hair was jet black and his eyes shone a mix between silver and blue and they were piercing right through her. Bonnie struggled to find her tongue until she heard him speak.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there. Are you okay." He looked at her to gauge her appearance. Bonnie cleared her throat and attempted to speak. What the hell was happening to her brain.
"I- I'm sorry I... I should have been watching where I was going I can be so clumsy sometimes. Never watching my own feet just walking around without a care in the world bumping into people. That's me clumsy Bonnie. You know I… I shoul-…" She should probably shut up now. She glances up into his eyes and stiffens at the amusement she sees in them. This would be the second time today she felt the fire at her ears.
"Don't worry about it Bonnie, were all a little clumsy sometimes, but the bell will be ringing soon you might want to hurry to your next class." And with that he continues walking past her towards his destination.
"Bonnie bangs her hand against her forehead trying to regain some sense. She's never gotten dumb over a pretty face. She was usually immune to boy's good looks and charm. Mostly because she didn't deal with them daily. However, he was not a boy and he was not just pretty he was strikingly handsome. Okay Bonnie enough. She thought to herself, he's not even that good looking and he's also your teacher. Bonnie nods her head at her silent conversation with herself and heads towards her sixth period. Bonnie doesn't rush to her next class. In fact, she drags her feet dreading the next forty-five minutes of English