This story is AU. Obviously following no storyline, seeing as TVD is over. But my love for Bamon is not.
Summary: All Bonnie Bennett wanted to do was be there for her younger sister, get through college and be the journalist she's always wanted. Sadly, it goes to hell when she gets involved in a world of greed, blood and immortality. Human!Bonnie
I own nothing in relates to TVD :)Enjoy!
Fall came around the 22nd of this month. Although, the weather right now told a different story. And this very second, it's hot and I'm pissed. While I thought I'd finally be able to wear the sweaters I had bought in bulk online just the week before, I had come to realize that I thought wrong. Here I was, sitting in the dry grass, surrounded by dry heat and emotionless students. Not wearing sweaters, but instead a tank top and high waisted shorts made me feel uncomfortable.
Scratch that... Everything made me uncomfortable.
Caroline Forbes, my best friend since- forever was standing across campus from where I was. Chatting away with guy of the week, her blonde hair blew and cascaded down her shoulders and you could see her perfect smile from miles away.
Caroline must have felt my stare because mid conversation, her head turned my way. I waved. Hesitantly. It's not because I didn't want to... I just didn't want to talk to her right now. Guess that's what I get for staring.
I could hear her now, saying to the guy "Hold on for a sec. I gotta go tend to my less fortunate friend." After giggling at whoever he was, she turned my way and was taking her time to walk over to me. All eyes on Caroline. Like always. I need to stop acting so surprised.
"Sup babe." She said, tossing her bag down on the empty space of grass beside me before taking a seat there herself. "What are you doing? Are you studying? Again? Do you ever do anything else?"
With Caroline, you answer fast or you don't answer at all. "No offense, Bon and I love you." Here comes the but. "But you're boring." Ouch. "In a good way."
I didn't know boring could be a good thing. Forget college, I'll just has her teach me everything that I need to know. "Well not everybody has boys to keep them distracted." I responded. "No offense."
"None taken. Besides, you're right." she responded, watching me as I got off of the ground. She followed suit and smiled. "But that can change, ya know. Just talk to someone."
I glanced away and rolled my eyes, Caroline and I headed towards the building where my class was being held. "I'm beginning to think the real reason you came to college was to find a boyfriend."
Caroline scoffed and shoved me back. "Don't underestimate my intelligence, Bon Bon." I couldn't help but not do exactly that. This girl makes it hard. She's been after boys since Tyler Lockwood kissed her on the playground in the first grade. Caroline is not an idiot, don't get me wrong. She just has a different way of approaching things that actually matter because she doesn't. She'd rather focus on the one night, no strings type of thing. "I'll see you later?" Are asked, pulling me from the trance I had fallen into.
I nodded.
Caroline glanced down at her watch. "Fuck, I'm late!" She scowled. Her and I parted ways as she walked quickly around me but not before she walked right into somebody else. I heard her cuss underneath her breath. "Shit, sorry!"
I watched cautiously and began to step forward towards the man Caroline had bumped into moments before. I crouched down and began to help him collect the belongings that had fallen. "I'm sorry about her. She has two left feet and horrible sense of direction." I joked, coming level with the man.
Steel blue eyes met my dark green and our hands brushed together once he reached for the papers that I had of his. "Least she could have done was apologize." He chuckled quietly.
"Sadly any word close to being an apology one is not in Caroline's vocabulary."
Awkward silence, the worst kind of silence fell over the two of us. Even though there were several people surrounding, it was as though no one was speaking. "Are you going into this hall?" He has asked, pointing to the door just behind us. I nodded and followed beside him.
"Are you a student here?" Which was a dumb question. He did not look like a student but looked a bit to young to be employed here.
He laughed at me. "Something like that," he responded. I know that he laughed at me and not with me because before he did, he gave me one of those "Are you serious.. oh, you're serious." Kind of look. Did I just blow any chance I had at actually talking to a guy?
He and I walked into the hall that was getting emptier by the second. I stopped outside the open door where my class was being held in. I'm majoring in journalism and my first class is English with a Mr. Salvatore. "I'm guessing you're going into this room, too?"
"After you." He said, holding his arm out. I walked past him and inside. To my advances, the room wasn't packed. Not like I expected it to be anyway. Was he going to sit beside me? I thought about all the possible scenarios as I took a seat in the third to last row, seventh seat in. Holy shit, what if he does sit by me?
I watched him walk past my row and the several rows beneath me. Where is he going? My mouth dropped open and shut just as quick. "Of course." I whispered to myself. He stepped behind the desk in the front of the class and took a seat in the chair.
"Bummer, right?" An unfamiliar and suspicious voice asked from behind me.
I turned my head slightly and looked at the boy behind me. "Excuse me?" I asked, unimpressed.
"Nothin," he laughed, kicking his feet back and onto the back of the chair that was beside me. I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily.
My mind was anywhere but on the class. I couldn't think about anything else except for the fact that the first man I have talked to since the beginning of my sophomore year just so happened to be the new professor. I truly love my horrible luck. Although, it may be to my advantage in the future. Who knows.
As for the other one that sat behind me the entire time, I don't want to talk to him again. He reminds me of a child. Kind of like that one kid on the plane you hope you don't sit in front of because you don't want them kicking your seat.
Mr. whatever his first name is Salvatore dismissed the class and I have never been so happy to leave class. I stood up and grabbed my bag from the floor. When I turned around, I was met with the guy from earlier. "You dropped this." He said, handing me a black inked capless pen.
I chuckled, and held up my pencil "I don't use pens." I told him. I walked forward and squeezed uncomfortably past him.
"I'm Kai, in case you were wondering," He introduced. I stopped and turned back. "I didn't catch your name."
An amused smile came across both of our faces. My nose was scrunched and my eyes peered towards him. I shrugged "I wasn't," I spoke truthfully. "And well, I didn't throw it." I said, in response of him wanting to know my name.
No other words were said as I quickly and surely found my way back out of the room. The whole boy thing my work for Caroline but thankfully, I was nothing like her. That was a good thing though... Right?