Wicked Based...

Chapter Ten

I really don't wanna embarrass myself
And no one's gonna believe me, not even myself
And they're all gonna say I'm rebounding
So rebound all over me
Cause I don't want nobody else
And I know we said we're gonna live in the moment
And that's how good, that's what we agreed, I know it
And every day I believe in you and me more and more
That is crazy, that's for sure, whipped

Thank you for saving me, I can't believe it
Thank you

So this is what the truth feels like
This is more of what I had in mind
Yeah this is what the truth feels like
And I'm feeling it, I'm feeling it
Something about this just feels so right, alright
Something about this just feels so right, alright
So this is what the truth feels like
And I'm feeling it, I'm feeling it
- Truth, Gwen Stefani

Enzo was on his way to pick up Bonnie from her first dance class. She was going to have Caroline pick her up, but he was not willing to miss her facial expression as she leaves the studio. He was a little early so he parked the bike and went inside to wait for her.

The class looked like it's wrapping up and some of the women were gathering their things from off to the side of the room. Bonnie was talking to the instructor. The lady showed her some steps. Bonnie repeated them, and he was surprised by the amount of air she got when she jumped. She notice him when she lands and smiles as she pushed the loose hair out of her sweaty face.

The instructor praised Bonnie and releases her.

Enzo expects her to run to the side like everyone else and gather her stuff, but she sprints towards him, her toes pointing as she does, and throws her arms around his neck.

He hugs her tight and regain his balance.

"Thank you! I never would've taken dance again if it weren't for you. I love it so much, and it makes my heart so happy to be doing it again. I'm a little rusty, but I'll pick it up fast."

"Rusty, my ass. From the one move I witnessed, you're amazing."

Her smile was timid, but proud.

"You wanna grab your things and we'll get out of here?"

She rolls up on her toes and kisses his cheek, slowly removing her lips. "Thank you." She spins around and hustles to gather her bag and boots.

Enzo take the bag from her and wait while she slips her boots on. She reaches out to grab it back from him.

"I got it."

"How are we supposed to take this on the bike?"

Enzo throws his arm over her shoulder and tuck her into him. "Like a backpack."

"But it's a duffel."

Enzo grins at her. "This ain't my first rodeo, Bennett." When they get to the bike, he put the large strap behind her neck with the bulk of the bag resting on her back, and then have her tuck the straps around her arms under her armpits to keep it there. Enzo straddles the bike and help her get on. "Comfortable?"

"Surprisingly, yeah."

Enzo drives a ways before he pull them into a shopping complex near campus and up to a movie store on the outskirt of Mystic Falls..

"What are we doing here?" Bonnie asks.

"Change of plans. We're getting some movies and going back to my place." He wasn't ready to take her home yet.

She blinks. "Enzo, I'm all sweaty and gross."

"No, you're not. Live a little." He grabs her hand and lead her into the store.

"Only on one condition," she says with a wicked smile.

"And what's that?"

"I get to pick out the movie."

"Ah, come on! Look at all these movies. I'm sure we can find something we'll both agree on."

A grin spreads her lips wide. "That's my condition."

Enzo concede. "Fine, but next time is all my pick."

"You stay here," she says pushing him toward the registers, her hands splayed across his chest. She smiles and prances over to the romance section.

"Shit." He had a feeling she was going to do that.

She comes bounding back with a video tucked behind her back.

"What is it?"

"You'll like it," she says, still not showing it to him.

"Well, then let me see it." Enzo reaches behind her back to pull it out of her hands, but she spins and rushes to the front. She's not doing much to instill confidence that he will like her pick.

"And I want some Sour Patches," she says.

"Oh, is that all?" he asks grabbing a bag for her and a Snickers for him.

"Yes," she says playfully, "Don't let him see what it is when you scan it," she tells the guy manning the register trying to pull Enzo away.

Enzo shrugs. "Whatever she wants." He should be upset she has him by the balls like this, but seeing her smile is more than worth it.

She grins while the guy checks them out and he pays for their movie-night goods, while Bonnie snatches the movie up hiding from him once again.

When they get outside, Bonnie tucks the movie into her bag and pulls it on again.

Enzo cruise toward his apartment, savoring Bonnie's arms around him, her chest tight against his back. This is the way his bike is meant to be ridden; with Bonnie on the back of it.

Once parked, he helped Bonnie off, slide the bag from her shoulder, and wrap his arm around her again. She grabs his wrist draping over her as they stroll up the walkway. She's laughing at something he said when Jeremy comes down the stairs from his apartment and walks their way. Her laugh is cut short as she stiffens.

"Keep walking," Enzo says and pulls her along until her step matches mine. "You have as much right to be here as he does." The asshole better keep his mouth shut too, or he'd clock him again.

Jeremy passes them without a word but glares at him with tight eyes when he turns over his shoulder to look at them. Enzo knows because he looked back at the same time. No way was he turning his back on the shit without making sure he really keeps walking away.

He reaches the parking lot, and they reach the stairs. Enzo led Bonnie up to his door, and only after they were inside does she speaks. "He's going to think I'm staying the night."

"So what if he does?" Enzo tosses her bag on the couch and pull her Sour Patches out of his back pocket, throwing those over there too.

"I don't know. It just looks bad. I'm under your arm, we have my duffel bag, and I'm coming up to your apartment already looking like a sweaty mess."

"Bonnie," Enzo cups her face in his hands, "you have to stop worrying about what other people think. Why do you care anymore what he thinks?" He obviously didn't care enough of what she thought when he was fucking Liv behind her back.

"It's just … people are talking."

"People are always talking. You have to live your life according to how you want it and nobody else, because you're the only one living it."

She nods. "I know you're right. It's just hard. I've never not cared what other people think of me."

"You'll get there." Enzo kisses her mouth. "Grab your top-secret movie and let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

She smiles with the same spirit she had at the movie store, and he's torn between excitement and dread over her movie choice. She mutes the TV. "Close your eyes until I get through the menu stuff and tell you to open."

Enzo looks at her, rebelling against her demands.

"Close them!" She runs her fingers over his eyelids. "No peeking."

He chuckles but keep them closed.

"Okay, open." She unmutes the TV. The sound quality and opening song are a dead giveaway that this is an older movie. Slow-motion shots of people jumping. No idea what movie it is yet.

The title flashes onto the screen in big pink letters. "Dirty Dancing," I say and laugh.

She giggles next to him.

"Just because we did the lift doesn't mean I want to watch the movie."

"Oh, come on! It's a classic."

The dance moves are sexy and the amount of skin from one girl's leg is pretty risqué. "And you used to watch this when you were a little girl? How old were you?"

"Oh, I loved it! I couldn't have been more than eight or nine the first time I saw it."

Enzo looks at her with wide eyes, a grin on his face. "Patrick Swayze and this girl introduced you to sex?" This is amusing. No wonder she found the water lift so arousing. This stuff was what awoke her libido.

She chuckles. "I guess you could say that. I never really thought anything was sexy or had that giddy feeling in my stomach until I watched this."

His first time really watching Dirty Dancing is with Bonnie Bennett—the woman he pulled a Patrick Swayze on before he even knew what it really was.

While they watch, curled up together on the couch, he only ask questions to tease her. When it gets to the water-lifting part, he was surprised by how well they did. "See? They don't get it on their first time, either. And he even knows what the hell he's doing."

"Yes, you did a great job," Bonnie says and kisses his chin.

"Were we that hot when we did it?"

"Hotter," she says with hooded eyes.

Enzo leans down and mold his lips to hers, efficiently distracting her from the rest of the movie, engaging their own dirty dancing right here on the couch.

The Virginia heat and the morning sun stream in through the ruffled curtain across the room and wake her. She's in Enzo's bed, in his arms. The scent of his body wash lingers on his skin, mingled with her perfume from when they … yeah, that.

His room is so strangely not what she expected it to be, but so perfectly him. He designed and created the bed himself. It's a metal headboard and matching footboard on a smaller scale, with a square base and a metal pattern within it that looks honeycomb in its pattern. The repetition in the design is perfect and looks more machine made than handmade. Although, she had no doubt he made it. She was a witness to how skillfully his hands can work.

What really threw her off was the bookcase, again made by him, and the amount and quantity of books on the shelves. A collection of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Jack London and John Steinbeck and Oscar Wilde. And even Stephen King.

She glances up at him as she stroked his face, catching his dark stubble under her nails, just as she imagined it that day in the library. It's relaxing and comforting.

"That feels good," Enzo says with a groggy, husky voice.

"Um-huh."

He caresses her bare back with his broad hand and kisses her hair. "Bonnie?"

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing?"

Bonnie's fingers freeze in their down stroke. She don't know how to answer that. They've gone much further than she ever planned to go with him. Than she ever wanted to go with him. But it wasn't something she really controlled. It just kind of happened. Like they fell into each other. "I'm not sure, but whatever it is, I like it because you can't cheat on me." she says it with a nonchalant air, but Enzo reads her like a practiced poker player.

He rolls Bonnie onto her shoulder so their eyes meet, and she pull the white, cotton sheet to her chest and take it with her. His eyes locks with hers. "What was it about Jeremy that made you think he was the one?"

Bonnie pause for a second because that type of question deserves an honest answer. "He was sweet to me. He came from a good family. I thought we had the same values. And he was someone I could see fitting perfectly into my plan of how I saw my life."

He tucks a wavy strand behind her ear, and then ran his finger down her neck and along her shoulder. "Do my tattoos scare you?"

They threw her off at first, but they never scared her. "No." she caress her palm across the shark on his chest. "Why the shark?" It fits him, but she wants to know the importance, why he got it embedded onto his body forever.

He ignores her question and asks another. "What about my bike?"

"It did at first, but I feel safe with you on it now."

"So you trust me with your life?"

Where's he going with this? She didn't think she was ready for this conversation. "Well, yes, or I wouldn't get on it."

"Do you trust me with your heart?"

Bonnie stares at him. She doesn't. She didn't think she truly trusted Jeremy, either. She did with Jeremy more than anyone else, but not completely. She planned everything to build up padded walls around it. "I don't ever think I'll trust anyone with my heart."

His face turns sad and he moves his focus up to the ceiling. "I got the shark because people are afraid of sharks. They think they're evil, when really they're just animals acting on their instincts. Plenty of people have swum with sharks and not been attacked. People are afraid of the animal's nature, of what the animal is capable of. And people are the same way with other people. All of us are capable of perpetrating horrors on others, but something else within us decides that fear rather than the person's true nature."

He's talking about her. How she didn't see him in her plans because of the way he looks, or because of the way he's acted in the past, and not necessarily how he's acted toward her. And he's right. Wherever this fear stems from, it's not him. It's within her.

Bonnie drops her head to the mattress, and whisper, "I'm afraid, Enzo."

He rolls onto his side and peers down at her, searching for her eyes. "Why'd your parents get a divorce in the first place?"

Bonnie takes a deep breath. This topic wasn't much easier. "My mom cheated on my dad. I don't know if it was an ongoing thing or just that once, but once I caught her, there was no way I could keep something like that from Dad."

Enzo's brows furrow. "You caught her? Or you caught her?"

"I walked in on her."

Enzo sits up and puts the pillow in his lap. "Damn."

Bonnie mirrors him. "I came home from school early because I was sick. The nurse called my mom, but she wasn't answering, so I convinced the nurse to let me walk the couple of blocks home. She released me, and I puked on the way home in Mrs. Fell's daisies.

"When I got in the door and passed by the kitchen, a man had his pants down with his back to me, and Mom was lying across the kitchen island. I remember thinking it looked like it hurt, but the grunts didn't sound like they were in pain. And the man's hair had more gray in it than Dad's.

"So I called out to my mom. They scrambled, and she yelled at me to go to my room in the same tone as if I'd done something wrong. I went and then once he was gone, she came up to my room. I was disgusted with her. I was already sick, but she made it worse."

"What'd she say to you?" he asks.

"She told me it was the only time, and that she and Dad hadn't been happy in a long time. Which was total bullshit. Dad kissed her every morning when he left for work and every night when he came home. I mean, he used to write poetry for her all the time. He looked at her like she was his whole world."

"Wow."

"It gets worse. She told me that if we said anything it would only hurt him, and she didn't want that, and then she asked if I did. Like if we told him and he got hurt, it would be because that's what I wanted and nothing to do with her actions."

Bonnie shook her head, disgusted with her mother all over again.

"It wasn't your fault," Enzo says. "That they split up."

Bonnie bit her lip. "I know."

"Do you, though? I blamed myself for a long time too. And no one even tried to make it sound like any of it was my fault."

For some reason as he says that, heat courses through her stomach. In stress.

"It's not your fault."

"I know," Bonnie said again trying to reassure herself.

"It's not your fault."

Her heart hurts. Pain she hasn't felt in a long time pricks at places it's long left alone. "Enzo, don't push me."

"It's not your fault."

Heat and moisture fill her eyes. She wiped at them. She hasn't cried in years.

"It's not your fault your mom cheated on your dad. It's not your fault your dad was hurt by it. It's not your fault they couldn't work it out. It's not your fault your mom turned to drugs. And it's certainly not your fault she started using sex to get more of them."

"Enzo," she says as he blurs in front of her.

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his lap, and she cries. She cries like she haven't cried in years. Because she hasn't. Enzo has managed to break down walls that she expertly constructed, and she can't stop crying.

He holds her and repeats over and over again that it's not her fault. He holds her long after the tears stop and the sniffles abate. He kisses her temple. "And you won't turn out like her."

Bonnie looks at him with a crooked smile of gratitude. She's not sure how he knows all these things about her, but the words he's spoken are words she have desperately needed to hear for more than half her life, and no one's ever gotten close enough to get a glimpse that she needed them.

A loud knock on the front door startles them.

Enzo jumps out of bed and throws on a pair of pants and a T-shirt.

Bonnie pulls her clothes on a second behind him and wait by the bedroom as he walks to the door.

The knocking sounds again, followed by, "Police. Open up, Lorenzo St. John."

The police? What the …?

Enzo opens the door to two men in uniform. "Lorenzo St. John?" one of them asks.

"Yes?"

"You are under arrest. Please put your hands behind your back."

"For what?" Enzo asks as they cuff him.

Bonnie marches to the door. "Officers, please, there must be a mistake."

"For assault and battery," the cuffing officer says and begins reading Enzo his rights.

"Call Matt," Enzo yells over his shoulder. "It'll be okay."

Bonnie steps outside and watch the cops lead Enzo down the stairs. He keeps looking over his shoulder at her, as if he's more worried about her than himself.

Bonnie didn't know what to do. She was frozen to the cool spot on the concrete that the sun had not yet contaminated with its scorching heat.

What just happened?

What are they going to do to him?

Assault and battery? As in he hurt someone?

Holy shit.

Bonnie was shaking as she turns around and went back into the apartment. She ran to the bedroom for her phone and dials Caroline. She answers and she is not happy about the ungodly hour this morning. "What?"

"Care, Enzo got arrested. I need a ride to the Silas house to get Matt."

"What?" Caroline asks, sounding a lot more coherent now. "Enzo and Matt what?"

"Enzo got arrested, and I need to go tell Matt."

"Shit. Where are you?"

"Enzo's."

"Did Enzo leave his phone?"

Bonnie survey his room and saw it on the charger on the nightstand. She ran to it. "Yeah, hold on." She pulls it off the charger and swipe at the screen. "Dammit, it's asking me for a damn pass code."

"Okay, well, I think I know someone who knows someone who has the number to the Silas house. No use driving over there if we don't have to."

"Okay."

"I'll call you right back." She hangs up and Bonnie stares at the phone.

Now what?

She walks around Enzo's apartment and gather her things. What in the hell was going on? Whom did Enzo hurt?

Oh, God. She didn't think she could deal with him being a violent person. And if he is, how violent does he get?

What the hell was she doing? She barely knows him and she's just falling into … whatever it is they are falling into.

And with disclaim at that.

It's reckless. Much more reckless than what she signed up for when she decided to have a one-night stand with him.

Oh God, Bonnie, get yourself together!

Her phone rings, but it's not Caroline.

"Bonnie, it's Matt."

"Oh, thank God, Matt. The cops just came and arrested Enzo. For assault and fucking battery. What the hell is going on?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'll go down to the station and bail him out. Do you want to come with me?"

"No." She really didn't. She was freaking out and if she step foot into a police station, or see him cuffed again, she was going to lose her shit. "Have him call me."

AN: Only took 11 days to update. I'm doing better guys lol. Last week's episode was a bit more uplifting with Bonenzo. I'm not sure if he's coming back though. I've seen the speculations for him saying goodbye to Bonnie in the finale and her moving on with her life with a new lover. And with the lack of spoilers these days I'm not sure what to think anymore. The finale doesn't seem like any of the canon ships on the show will get endgames, between Stefan possible dying as well as Damon, all three girls will end up single or with Alaric, Matt and Jeremy raising a family in Mystic Falls without the supernatural drama.