OCCASIONEM / Opportunity
Disclaimer: These characters are the creative property by the writers of The Vampire Diaries and CW. No copyright infringement is intended. Only the plot belongs to me.
Author: T-L-C
Rating: PG/ High Teen
Word count: 1, 940
Prompt: "Please don't take it out on my boobs." (AH/AU)
Bonnie's phone buzzed in the palm of her hand, against her better judgement, she tapped the screen and read the words in the blue bubble. She really should have just ignored him; Jeremy was really relentless when he wanted to be. Bonnie's been ignoring him for the past few days, call her overacting but being compared to his ex-girlfriend, Anna, did not sit well with her.
They had just been hanging out in her room, but Bonnie was being pressured by her Dad to pick up her grades, Grams kept pestering her about getting back to her 'Bennett' roots while being hassled by Jeremy to spend time with him, in other words 'make out', Bonnie snapped. Three months since she reluctantly decided to go out with him, and surprisingly it wasn't that hard to see him simply as a cute boy and not that reckless druggie that gave her best friend and her family such a hard time. One thing lead to another and Bonnie kicked Jeremy out after he cried out "Why can't you be more like Anna". She knew that he still held unresolved feelings for his ex, especially since they never actually broke up, Anna just skipped town. Bonnie liked to live in denial and maybe had the silly fantasy to be someone special to him.
She really should have listened to Caroline when she warned, more like lectured, her on dating your friend's brother. Now Bonnie can't even think about ending things with Jeremy without considering Elena.
*C'mon Bon, I didn't mean it like that. Now will you stop ignoring me and actually talk to me. I'm not going anywhere.*
She quickly wiped the message from her screen with the flick of her index finger, only to be distracted by a steady stream of notifications.
*Don't ignore me.*
*Me and Anna are long over.*
*Stop being childish.*
Bonnie almost fell over in disbelief. The nerve of the boy. Bonnie packed up her stuff in a rush, ignoring the not so subtle glares of the other students in the library, and stormed out through the double doors. In a midst of blind rage and typical teenage clumsiness Bonnie turned the corner behind the building and smacked right into a hard and muscular landing ungracefully on her butt.
"Shit." Bonnie cursed, looking up to the embarrassed eyes of Kol Mikaelson. And he should be embarrassed. There he stood in front of her dressed as an old 50s' café waitress with inflatable breasts and a platinum blonde wig.
"No way." Bonnie whispered under her breath before falling back onto her back and bursting out into laughter.
Kol rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips and glared warningly at Bonnie but that just made her cackle louder. Had enough, Kol bent down grabbed Bonnie under the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. Bonnie slightly leaned into him, her arms curled around his forearms, her sides cramped up in stitches.
"Enough Bennett. I have a completely reasonable explanation for this."
"Really?" she asked with a teasing grin, still holding onto her side.
Kol rolled his eyes but wasn't in any rush to let go of her, call him weak but it's rare to have Bonnie Bennett genuinely smiling up at him so he'll enjoy it while he can. She was a tough nut to crack. "What? You think I dress up like this for fun?"
"I don't know Kol, I'm not judging." Bonnie paused for a moment, "Maybe a little bit."
"I lost a bet." He says with defeat, flexing his fingers around her shoulders.
"Of course." Was her flippant response as she finally put some distance in between them, pulling down her blouse that had ridden up. Bonnie made it a point not to interact with Kol Mikaelson, his family was trouble and his friends were worst but that boyish grin of his can make the strongest girls blush. Even Bonnie.
"With Elijah."
Bonnie shook her head in shock; she was expecting the other brother to be honest,
"Wow, who knew he could be so cruel."
"You have no idea." Kol widened his eyes exaggeratedly; despite his pathetic predicament he let his eyes roam Bonnie up and down.
"I really don't." She shrugged, her guard back up. Bonnie ignores Kol's lingering perve as she collected her scattered books from the pavement. Without realising it, Bonnie's phone had slid out from her bag, just past Kol's feet, and that relentless buzzing caught his attention.
Eagerly, Kol tapped the screen, "Oh look at this-"
Scared and a little ashamed Bonnie panicked, forgetting about her books and rushed at the boy for her phone only to have it promptly pulled out of her reach. Bonnie pathetically jumped up in a futile attempt but was impossible against Kol's natural height and the heels he awkwardly stood in.
"You are such an asshole!" Bonnie growled cutely up at him and Kol could no longer hold a straight face, chuckled at the pout on her face. Kol went back to the phone and opened up her messages to find,
*Please be reasonable.*
*You have nothing to worry about, Bon.*
*This would never have happened if you actually treated me like your boyfriend.*
"What a twat." Kol stated unimpressed by this Gilbert bastard. By no means was Kol, boyfriend material but he knew how to treat a lady, call it the English gentleman in him. Bonnie chose to remain silent but rather scowled up at him; her hazel green eyes had a frightening gleam to them. Kol wisely passed the phone back to her.
"And you're such a sweet little witch," the Mikaelson boy added fondly, pulling at her hair slightly, unable to stop himself from twirling a lock of hair around his fingers. Bonnie watched him warily; she pulled out of his grasp and went to pack up her things.
Bonnie may not have a lot of options when it comes to dating guys but she deserved better than what Jeremy was willing to give. Being single isn't something Bonnie's ashamed off, a lot more self-satisfying than being taken for granted that's for sure.
"You okay, Bennett?" Kol asked, as if she was pulling him by his teeth to give a damn.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She snapped whipping her bag against the ground, in the midst of irritation, frustration and distress Bonnie shrieked "My boyfriend thinks I should be more like his ex and apparently I'm getting pity from the guy currently dressed like a 5os café waitress with mismatched breasts, so yeah KOL I'm just fine."
"Okay, stupid question." Kol attempted to placate her by squeezing the curve of her shoulders and she shrugged out of his hold again.
She sneered, "You think?!"
Aiming for his arm Bonnie backhanded Kol, instead slapping something very soft and squishy. It took her a couple long seconds to return to her senses and when she realised that she still had a hold of his – not really his own- breast, she backed up until there was suitable amount of space between them. Her hand, strangely, still tingled from its recent grip, as if Kol would notice her flexing it, Bonnie hid it behind her back.
Genuinely amused, and in an exaggeratedly outraged tone, "HEY! Please don't take it out on my boobs."
He snickered at the rising blush across her cheeks and pulled Bonnie back against his body. Embarrassed and wonderfully flustered, she gasped a "Hey!" her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders for some form of control, very aware of a pair of masculine hands settling low on her waist.
He smells nice, He's very… firm and he's laughing. She remarked silently, she liked the rumbling sounds of his laughter, she could feel the vibrations from his chest to hers. Snapping back to reality, her eyes glanced up at him but were taken back when she found Kol staring right back at her, a tender look on his face that she'd never seen before. His eyes were looking back at her, trailing down her body and up again, an almost dazed expression across his features. It was a look she'd only ever seen on Jeremy's face before, but after a long moment, Bonnie remembered that this was Kol.
Kol Mikaelson. The guy who never took anything seriously.
KOL Mikaelson. The guy who became the captain of the baseball team by fighting dirty.
KOL MIKAELSON. The guy who knocked Damon Salvatore out the first time he met him. Okay that was kind of hot. She added.
Eyes widening she could do nothing but stand frozen as he held her hips firmly against his, with his other hand cradled her face, rubbing his thumb gently to and fro across her cheek. She was shaking on the inside, some slutty, immature part of her relishing in the truth that Kol wanted her and was about to kiss her but she had a boyfriend. Right - Um, Jerome? Yet on the outside she remained perfectly still, not moving a single inch in any direction. When she watched as his own chestnut orbs found her own before flickering down to her lips, her heart rate spiked to an almost dangerous speed.
She wasn't this type of girl. Unfortunately.
Just before his lips brushed against hers, she tilted her head just enough that Kol kissed the side of her jaw.
"Damn. So close." He muttered and sighed, her hair stirred from his breath.
She cursed herself but sensibly pushed him away, already missing the warmth of his form on hers, "I may be angry at Jeremy but he's still my boyfriend."
"At the moment." Kol objected as he picked up her bag from the ground and handed it back to her, Bonnie mumbled her thanks - still embarrassed - she couldn't bear to look him in the eyes.
"Nice, Kol. Just nice."
Shuffling back up to her, Bonnie was too focused on his mouth and wasn't paying attention as Kol's hands advanced on her behind, "Well…."
At the distinct sensation of fingers gripping into her ass, she squeaked horrified and was sadly a little turned on, "Kol!"
As innocent as he could manage, "What? I'm a teenage boy, I have needs."
"You're a perv." She sighed, hiking up her bag onto her shoulder.
Kol chortled. "What's your point?"
"Goodbye Kol." Bonnie marched off, waving back at him absently and without even noticing, grinning to herself.
"Give me a call when you end things with Gilbert!" Kol hollered at her, gawking at the curve of Bennett's bum in a pair of very tight, and very washed out, skinny jeans.
Bonnie twirled around back at him, walking backwards, confidant that she wasn't going to fall. There was a crooked grin on her face and smooth smirk on his, and she chuckled to herself, again, at the ridiculous costume he was wearing.
"Like that will ever happened!"
"It almost did!" He shouted back at her retreating form.
Doesn't he have any shame? Apparently not.
Hands shooting upward to her cheek, she pressed her fingertips into her skin that was still tingling from where he'd touched it. Shaking her head, Bonnie followed the stairs back up to the main building of the school and pulled her phone from her bag – out of habit, not to message Jeremy – and perhaps for some sort of distraction to snap her out of this strange, embarrassing haze she found herself in. Though when she found herself unable to rid the fresh memory and the feeling of his hand against her face from her mind, Bonnie realised it was going to be an even longer and frustrating day.
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