A/N: This fic deals with some disturbing themes so if you're not into that kindly scroll past. *inspo from thefudge is grumpy*
Bonnie Bennett walks through the double doors of her high school at 8 am on the dot.
She wastes no time in scurrying to homeroom, already whipping out her pink pencil case as she plops down in the seat next to Caroline.
She greets Caroline with a bright smile, not having time to exchange causalities as the teacher begins class.
Their homeroom teacher, a chubby man with round-rimmed glasses and a thinning hairline, begins to scrawl bulky letters onto the chalkboard seemingly at the speed of light.
Bonnie's so furiously scribble down the words from the chalkboard onto her planner, that she barely notices when the teacher changes subjects completely.
"Now class, before we really begin, we actually have a new student who has transferred here today. Please introduce yourself Ma-la-chi Parker."
The balding teacher stutters through his name as though it's the most difficult name he's ever had to utter, and Bonnie nearly jolts in her seat as a loud scraping of a chair being pushed backwards sounds from directly behind her.
A tall lanky boy with cobalt eyes, broad shoulders, and a slightly tattered jean jacket leisurely makes his way to the front of the classroom.
He wears a smirk that slightly accentuates his plump lips and there's a ghosting of dimples that mark both sides of his impossibly smooth face.
Bonnie can practically hear tell tale longing sighs of girls swooning from all directions. And she doesn't even need to look at Caroline to know that she's mentally adding him to her list of cute boys to flirt with.
Bonnie thinks to herself that he's decidedly cute, but not her type.
"Actually, you guys can just call me Kai."
He gives a little nod of his head as acknowledgement to the class before turning to the teacher once more, the boyish smirk dropped from his face and his expression now dead serious, but his eyes sparkling with something mischievous.
"Oh and by the way Mr. Gibson, I can totally refer you to someone to get that stutter looked at."
The whole class breaks out into surprised laughter at the new kid's quip.
It's a well known fact that Mr. Gibson somehow struggles with pronouncing names, which is pretty annoying, but students now tend to ignore his excessive flubbing, as correcting him has never made much of a difference in the past.
Caroline snickers into her hand besides Bonnie, and Mr. Gibson's face turns a peachy color as he watches Kai lazily make his way back to his seat in flabbergasted silence.
Bonnie does nothing but frown at Kai's comment. She didn't think it was funny enough to warrant the kind of response it did from the whole class—in fact, it was kind of rude in her opinion.
Even still, it takes a moment for the class to settle down before Mr. Gibson begins his lesson again, that peachy hue still tinted onto his plump face.
As the lesson drones on, Bonnie begins to feel a slight prickling sensation on the back of her neck. Without even looking behind her, she knows that this new kid is staring at her.
And for know she'll let him, because for whatever reason he's staring at her for, that's his problem.
After finally going through a whole day of school, Bonnie gets ready for cheerleading practice.
Dropping her book bag into her cheerleading locker, she sees Elena walk to the gym locker besides her, greeting her with a warm smile, her brown doe eyes lighting up after finally getting to see her friend after a long day of classes.
This semester, Bonnie and Elena don't have very many of the same classes, so it's rare for them to see each other during the school day besides during lunch and the short break between classes.
Caroline drops her school bag on the other side of Bonnie with a loud groan, acting as if her bag contained nothing but a ton of bricks.
They begin amicably chatting about their classes and various assignments that they're not excited to do as they get ready for cheer practice.
Caroline's voice becomes shrill and excited as she sweeps her hair into a high ponytail.
"Wait, Oh My God Elena, did you see the new kid? He was in Bonnie and mine's homeroom—so cute."
Bonnie rolls her eyes at Caroline's predictable musings as Elena scrunches her eyebrows, reaching down to unzip her pants and pull her cheerleading skirt on.
"Do you mean Kai? He was in my Biology class today. He was kinda...creepy."
Caroline splutters out an indignant 'What!?,' while Bonnie's eyebrows raise.
"Yeah. We were dissecting frogs in lab today and he kept mutilating his until it was a gross bloody pulp. He actually got in trouble for it. But that's not even the worst part—he was asking people how much they would pay to see him eat it."
Bonnie's nose wrinkled in disgust and slight surprise. She hadn't expected the new class jokester to be so...disgusting.
Caroline pouted, her hot pink bra hanging halfway off her body.
"He's still cute though. And so what? Don't most guys do dumb shit like that? That doesn't mean he was actually gonna do it."
Elena merely shrugged her shoulders in response and continued getting undressed.
Bonnie merely shook her head to herself, her stomach flipping a little, as she tried not to picture a poor mutilated frog. She decidedly dispelled any thoughts of the new kid far from her mind as she got ready for practice.
She wasn't like Caroline and Elena in that regard. She didn't have an intrinsic need to talk about other people. And she didn't like gossiping all that much to be honest, nor concerning herself with people who weren't in her immediate friend group.
And again, it wasn't her problem what the new kid did and didn't chose to do.
She had more important things to worry about.
Bonnie leaves the football field in the evening feeling absolutely exhausted. Caroline did not go easy on them despite already having just had their big meet last weekend.
She's about to call her Grams to pick her up when she realizes with a frustrated sigh that she left her phone back in her gym locker.
She quickly trods back into the locker room, cutting the corners at rapt speed. She nearly barrels into another body as her front makes stiff contact with denim fabric.
Bonnie lets out a small yelp before stumbling backwards, a tall figure with his back turned before her.
Her eyes widen even more as he turns around, his crystal blue eyes illuminated by the star light peeking in through the windows behind him.
It's that new kid, Kai whatever his last name was.
And Bonnie's about to tell him off for being in the girl's locker room, but the look in his eyes cut her off short.
There was something dark and straight up unnerving about his gaze.
She had really only been used to seeing his blue eyes lively and buoyant, coupled with an easy going smirk up until this point.
But this expression was a complete 180 from the little she had seen of him.
This time, there were no hints of a smile on his smooth face, and his blue eyes were laced with a dark intensity that put Bonnie on an uncomfortable edge.
Something about his intent stare was way too chillingly intimate for her liking—it seemed to penetrate straight to Bonnie's core, like he was seeing through her.
A lump formed in her throat as an icy coldness traveled up her spine, unbidden fear threatening to creep through her.
It wasn't necessarily the intensity of the gaze that was frightening her, it was that there was an unnamed coldness to his expression that she couldn't quite place; the fact that the unnamed emotion didn't tell her why he was staring at her like that.
She was finally able to rip her gaze from his cutting stare after what seemed like hours, but another tendril of fear shivered through her as she saw what he held clutched in his right hand that hung limp at his side.
The bastard had her phone.
Despite total apprehension screaming at her, Bonnie swallowed over the swell of her erratically beating heart, and spoke in a surprisingly confident and unwavering cadence that did not at all reflect the nervousness she felt inside.
"Give me my phone back, creep."
Her words bit through the eerie silence of the locker room, her frustration at not being home where she should be bubbled over the fear she had felt.
His dark gaze never wavered, but that familiar boyish smirk did spread back onto his face.
Bonnie decided that it was worse when he smiled.
He continued to gaze at her almost sinisterly with half of his mouth still tilted upwards, and she was about to release a torrent of fear-induced word vomit, before she was interrupted.
"Why didn't you laugh at my joke in homeroom?"
And he said it simply, his voice came out low and casual, coupled with an eyebrow arched slightly in question.
Bonnie raised her eyebrows, surprised by the seemingly random question, before promptly scrunching them slightly in confusion.
What joke in homeroom?
After pondering for a bit, it finally dawned on her that he was referring to when he had arrogantly insulted Mr. Gibson during class.
That could hardly be considered a joke in Bonnie's opinion. And there's no way that she was the only one who didn't laugh.
Was she?
Bonnie let out a sigh, and rolled her eyes. Her earlier fear dissipating as she realized that he was just acting like a dumb boy with some weird egotistical complex that needed to be validated.
So he had wanted everyone—including her—to laugh at his joke.
Boo hoo.
Well, Bonnie Bennett didn't just hand out validation to people who didn't deserve it from her.
And Kai what's-his-face certainly didn't deserve it for creepily ambushing her in the girl's locker room.
Her emerald color eyes narrowed as she spoke again, crossing her arms over her cheerleading uniform-clad chest.
"I didn't laugh because it wasn't funny."
And normally Bonnie would've have cringed at how much of a typical mean girl bitch she sounded, but she thought her attitude was justified at this point. Who did this new guy think he is?
Bonnie stood with her chin slightly jutted out, her eyes glinted with smugness and challenge as she watched the smirk abruptly fall from his face.
Bonnie wasn't sure how it happened, but in the second it took for her to slightly let her guard down to bask in her smugness, Kai had crossed over to her, seemingly at the speed of light.
Bonnie let out a small scream as he gripped her bare shoulders with scorching palms and backed her into the row of lockers behind her, the metal doors digging painfully into her shoulder blades.
The back of her head knocked harshly against the cool metal of the lockers, and her gym bag fell from her shoulders in a heap.
That dark tint in his gaze seemed to burn impossibly brighter as his form towered over hers, his warm breath fanning onto her face.
She couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze away from his seemingly hypnotizing irises that looked more like black holes up close.
And even though she seemingly couldn't look away, fear still steadily traveled up her now frozen body in a harsh flourish, making her stomach churn.
And suddenly she knew why. She knew why he was staring at her like that.
And her breath was seemingly ripped from her lungs. She couldn't speak or even open her mouth. She was frozen in terror, pinned down by his gaze.
He was going to kill her.
And her brain filled with sudden images of him, mutilating a frog. And though she hadn't been there, she saw vividly that same dark stare fixed on the poor animal as he roughly cut through the bone marrow and meaty muscles, dark crimson blood spurting across the black lab table.
And in that moment, looking into that darkened stare, she knew that he would maim and disembody her like he had that frog.
And that he would enjoy it.
Kai slowly raised a hand from his crushing hold on her trembling shoulder, and Bonnie nearly jumped out of her skin at the movement. She desperately squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to witness his gaze when he inevitably bashed her skull into the lockers.
She felt a long finger gently brush down the soft supple skin of her cheek. It felt as though he were blazing a white hot trail of fire down her caramel skin.
Bonnie flinched, and an overwhelming sickening feeling washed through her. Her shoulders became impossibly frigid as his finger traveled lower, finally stroking against her soft lower lip, causing her mouth to part slightly.
Her eyes snapped open and she let out a small whimper at the still frighteningly unhinged glint of his gaze that was now trained dazedly on her lips, his own full lips slightly parted in some sort of sick anticipation.
Maybe he was waiting for her to scream, or to cry, or to vomit, or even to fight back before he murdered her.
Once Kai realized that Bonnie's wide eyes were watching him in frightful apprehension, his stare flickered back up towards her. He leaned in even closer to heart-shaped face, those plump lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her ear.
"Remember to laugh next time."
And leaving Bonnie no room to retort—not that she would have physically been capable to, as it seemed as though her vocal chords had been blocked off by innate fear—he left the locker room, dropping her phone onto the ground with a soft clang.
After what seemed like centuries, Bonnie finally allowed the breath she had been holding to release from her body. She took several deep breaths in quick succession, suddenly feeling as though she were about to have a panic attack, her heart beat only rising steadily as his blackened irises flashed into her mind again.
She had been so sure that he was going to kill her.
She had seen it in his eyes.
She knew now that the unnamed emotion in his stare had been...murdereous.
And it had been fixated on her.
But he didn't hold the kind of basic murderous anger that she had seen before.
No, this was a sort of calm, borderline manic expression of someone who was used to succumbing to darkness. Someone who welcomed it.
Bonnie's legs trembled as she bent down to pick up her phone, her clammy fingers scrolled through her contacts to approach her Grams' contact.
She suddenly froze and a wave of slowly creeping sickness and panic washed through her.
A new additional contact had been added into her phone.
Kai Parker
