Disclaimer: TVD belongs to Julie Plec & Kevin Williamson. A/N: Based loosely on Honey 2. I've wanted to write a Bamon/Kennett fic in forever. Title based on 'Lose My Breath' by Destiny's Child. Trailer available on Youtube. Edited: 19/01/14.

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Lose My Breath

"You seriously going to ask her out? She's not your type, brother."

"Yeah, you know what, I am. Watch this!"

"She's not going to fall for it!"

Ever since she was released from juvi, the only good thing that came from mopping floors was the attention she attracted by the students in Honey Daniels' dance school in Chicago. She put the mop aside and stared into the dark brown eyes of her latest stalker. He seemed confident enough, but she had been approached four times in the last hour by desperate guys, two of who wanted to mock her. Apparently it wasn't every day that Miss Daniels brought home a foster kid who had been caught for breaking and entering.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Hey beautiful, why don't you put that mop down and take my hand. I could change your life?"

"I'm waiting for the punch line. There is one right? This is a joke?" She had caught him off guard.

"Uh, yeah," he scoffed, but he looked disappointed. His brother laughed, pushing him along.

"Told you. Come on Stefan, you've already made a fool of yourself. Let the girl get back to work."

He smiled, apologetically. As if she needed his help! She was doing fine without his interference. He shook his head like it didn't even bother him, and his blue eyes danced over her rigid stance.

Bonnie watched them go into the dance hall. She was curious and envious as she heard music start.

She felt the music entice her, like a siren asking for trouble. She had promised Miss Daniels that she would change. She found herself peering inside the room, beyond the old wooden doors: the boy who had rescued her from his 'brother' was dancing. He was good. She admired the way his hands framed his face, but then he was outdanced by a pretty blond whose signature move was shaking her ass.

It sure got the attention of the boy called Stefan, who had hit on her. She giggled, shaking her finger at him. It looked like fun but she didn't want them to see her. She had promised to steer clear of Kol Mikaelson. It was his fault, she had been in juvi in the first place. He had left her to face the police alone after he had broken into the local pawn shop to impress her. Bonnie watched the new crew dance, and as she swung her hips to the music, forgetting the mop was in her hand. It slammed onto the floorboards and the dark haired stranger grinned at her.

"I think we've got an admirer," he said. "Let's see if she wants to join us after all."

Bonnie stood frozen, unable to move as he unashamedly walked towards her. For the first time in a year, she felt fear. She took her mop and ran. She had so much to do. Miss Daniels had given her way too many jobs for her community service. She kicked herself for not being brave enough to enter the studio and to show those guys what dancing was really like. Her heart was racing, and it had nothing to do with dancing, but everything to do with the guy she had heard them call 'Damon'.

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