Author's Note: Hey everyone, first thing first I want to thank everyone who followed/faved and reviewed this story it means a lot. Also if your still reading this story I want to apologize for such a late update. I could blame it on my busy work schedule, or my nasty habit of procrastination. But honestly this is just very new to me. Writing for an audience, it makes me question every word I write, and the direction of my story entirely. Which is a good thing, because I'm learning more about my writing through this experience. I love writing, it's just hard to love my writing, but I'm working on it. Thankfully I managed to finally get in front of my computer to type out this chapter. Hopefully you like it.
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Unfortunately, despite Bonnie practically dragging her feet inch by inch to class she still managed to make it two minutes early. A fact that made her want to sigh in despair. Okay, so maybe that was a tad bit dramatic, but she felt warranted giving time's recent punishments. What had she done to deserve such cruelty. She just wanted it to fly on by and take her somewhere else. Somewhere where the noise would finally stop. Snapping out of her melodrama, Bonnie enters her classroom surprised to find the it nearly full. Which was unusual, most of her classmates didn't come barging in until right before the final bell. She sighed as the once noisy class grew quiet upon her entrance. Ugh. She kind of regretted her decision to take her time as all their eyes fell on her. Bonnie managed to ignore them as she made her way to her desk.
Once she reached her desk the students thankfully resumed their chattering. She clumsily fell into her seat and began taking out her english book. Usually their substitute teacher would have the page numbers on the board and an assignment for them to complete. However, they no longer had a substitute because their permanent teacher had finally arrived. Mr. Salvatore, who come to think of it, was most likely the reason for the filled seats and excited voices. He was a hot topic today. Who was apparently missing in action.
Bonnie rolled her eyes towards the doorway as loud laughter and banging rang throughout the class. Five guys were barging and shoving their way through the door right before the bell rang. Like clockwork. It was sad really, to see the same scene play out before her eyes again and again. She watched as they scurried to their seats, with mischievous grins on their faces loudly exclaiming that they made it on time. One boy pointed out that the teacher wasn't even present, and suggested they head back out to the vending machines. He wasn't met with much protest until someone mentioned seeing the vice president in the halls. The boys then changed their minds to their cells.
"Where is he," the girl next to her whispered to her friend? Bonnie snuck a glance in their direction it was Aimee and her sidekick Sarah.
Aimee and Sarah were known as the ditzy twins and though they looked nothing alike they both shared an unhealthy amount of cluelessness. Sure, they were educated and all things boys and makeup. However, when it came to putting two and two together; they hardly ever came up with four. It didn't stop boys from chasing their skirts and girls from being somewhat envious. Bonnie couldn't stand them.
Sarah shrugged her shoulders handing Aimee a piece of gum. "I told you we should've made a stop at the girls' room, but you insisted we make it here early and make a good impression."
Aimee glared at her, ready to respond until she was interrupted by the classroom door. A hush once again fell over the classroom. Bonnie turned her attention to the front of the room. Looks like their teacher finally decided to make an appearance.
Mr. Salvatore stood in the doorway with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and his cell in another. Paying little attention to the class in front of him as he typed away. He didn't look much like a teacher. He looked more like a college student. The bad kind. The ones who never study. The ones who slept all day and partied all night. The kind who's looking for anything other than education. But what was that saying. Don't judge a book by its cover. After taking a healthy sip from his coffee; Mr. Salvatore finally decided to look up slipping his cell into his pocket.
Bonnie watched as everyone's attention stayed locked on him. Eager eyes drinking him in and trying to get their fill of him. He loved it. She could tell by the slight smirk that sat on his face. He took a glance around the room and his eyes caught hers, but they didn't linger long. He pulled the door closed behind him, and proceeded to his desk. He traded off his coffee for a dusty piece of chalk, and began writing on the board. He had excellent penmanship, words forming into beautiful loops, giving character to the letters he wrote. Damon Salvatore. Damon. She's never heard that name before, but oddly it held weight in her mind.
He turned facing the class with a smile as he spoke, "Good evening, nice to meet all of you" the class responded likewise. Their excited voices made him smile wider. Was he a narcissist. "As you can see my name is Damon Salvatore, but you can simply call me Mr. Sal." He sat down on the front of his desk coolly fingering through the pages of Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter. "I'm looking forward to being your teacher and I hope to make this year great for you all." Aimee giggled raising her hand in a question.
Mr. Salvatore or Sal. Looked towards her raised hand "Yes, you have a question." He eyed her along with the rest of the class.
Aimee giggled once again before she spoke, "Yes I have a question," Mr. Salvatore nodded his head in her direction. "How old are you." All the girls giggled along with Aimee this time.
Bonnie scoffed in distaste; could she be more obvious. She watched as Damon whistled; Pondering her question. He seemed to be in deep thought until he threw his hands up and chuckled "You know I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." The class erupted into a fit of laughter. Aimee blushed at his joke tossing her hair over her shoulders. She turned towards Sarah and whispered "I wouldn't mind a little death." Sarah nodded her head in agreement and Bonnie scoffed again fighting urge to gag.
Annoyed she turned her eyes back towards the front of class, startled when she met a pair of eyes staring right at her. Bonnie swallowed and waited for him to look away and luckily, he did. What was that about. She studied him as he walked to his desk and picked up a clip board. "Alright kids, I have to do this thing called roll call; so, if I say your name please stand," He cleared his throat before beginning, "Carson Adele," he looks towards the kid and puts a check by his name. The boy begins to sit until he's stopped by the teacher, "Please continue to stand and tell me three things about you." The boy turned red at being put on the spot and began listing off his interesting qualities. Bonnie wanted to run, she hated doing this, it felt unnecessary and useless. She sighed as Carson finished rattling off his most admirable traits, she knew she was next.
"Ah Bonnie Bennett, please stand and tell me something about you." Mr. Salvatore looked in her direction she could swear she felt his amusement from across the room or maybe she was just imagining it.
As Bonnie raised from her seat, Aimee whispered over to Sarah, "I'm sure he'll be interested to know that she's a murderer." Bonnie clenched her hands into tight angry fist working overtime not to burn that stupid smile off her infuriating mug. She took a moment to breathe, eyes shut tightly. Breathe.
Damon watched curiously as the little witch tried to quiet her anger; eyes hammered tight, breaths pattering out in uneven paces. He could feel her magic pulsing around her, Damon wondered what it would feel like if she chose to let go. He began to speak as her shoulders took on a more relaxing state and her breathing became gentler.
"Ms. Bennett, having a little stage fright?" Damon watched as her eyes snapped open meeting his; he noticed they were darker. A murkier shade of green. He wondered what that particular shade promised. Most likely a fiery death.
She releases a ragged breath probably still battling the urge to burn until her hearts content. She finally manages to pull herself together as she begins to speak, "Um, well I like… um music," the girls giggled. She hated this. He could tell by the way her voice held a hint of distaste as she spoke. To be honest he didn't care for it to much either. He didn't care to know anything about these humans. It was merely a suggestion from the hot little art teacher he met in the teacher's lounge. A farce to look a bit more genuine. Otherwise he wouldn't be doing it. It was boring and unnecessary.
"Music huh, any particular genre or artist." Damon asks, looking at her expectedly. He watched as she thought out her response. She guided her arms to cross her chest and puckered her lips in thought.
"I like anything really, as long as it has a feeling," she didn't show any reaction towards the quiet giggles that followed.
"A feeling, care to elaborate." She looked annoyed at his question. Of course, he knew what she meant, but he wanted to drag this out. Seeing how much she hated it.
"A feeling, like an emotion, something almost tangible," she continued, "The words sticking in your throat, making you feel something." She began to pick imaginary lint off her jacket as the giggles turned quiet.
She rolled her eyes as the girl next to her whispered she was a nut case. "Better a nutcase than a mindless cunt." She whispered. Damon held in a snicker as he heard the witch's response. Something she meant to keep to herself. He thinks maybe he let it slip anyway as her eyes snap to his. He holds he glare for a moment before he clears his throat gesturing in her direction.
"Would you like to share anything else Bonnie." He awaits her answer amused at her small sigh.
"I love history and my favorite color is blue," she finishes in a uninterested rush settling back in her seat.
He stared at her head as she kept her eyes trained to her desk. Damon battled the urge to ask her why blue was her favorite color, but decided to have mercy on her.
"Okay let's move on Aimee Bradley."
Bonnie let out a breath of relief when the bell finally rang signaling the end of class. That was the most dreadful minutes of her life. Okay maybe not, but it was definitely a close second. Bonnie gathered her unused english book into her bag and headed towards the door. She ignored Aimee walking up to Mr. Salvatore's desk with Sarah in tow. Earlier he laughed, or scoffed or something, she heard it. When she called Aimee a cunt; to herself of course, but she was sure he laughed. Or maybe he was laughing about her "feelings in music" spiel. Yeah that was it, maybe he found her words to be amusing. But why.
After English time seemed to finally get the memo as the day began to hurriedly speed by. Classes where in and out, over before she had a minute to complain and now she was headed towards the library for her tutor club. The library was her favorite place. Not much to look at in the way of architecture, but it had its own charm. The big bay windows that lined the outer walls allowed for the sun's rays to both lighten and warm the whole room. Not to mention it's desolate population, saved for days the tutor club needed its services. Since it was a Wednesday there would be no tutoring but they did have meetings.
Bonnie dropped her bag at her usual table before heading towards her fellow club members. She slid into an empty seat tuning into the conversation. "So, as you know the night of the comet festival is fast approaching, I'm very happy all of you managed to sign the participation sheet. "Her eyes slid over to Bonnie's a smile on her face. Candace Fell, tutoring club president and all-around sweetheart. Bonnie liked her well enough. She was genuine in her words and gestures. Not a false mean bone in her body. Not as far as Bonnie could tell. she managed to smile back as the girl continued on. She talked about club responsibilities and more upcoming events. As Candace was just wrapping up he walked in. Stefan Salvatore.
He walked up to the group with a cool swagger not overly practiced, but nearly natural. He held a smile on his face which made him look good-natured and kind. He looked nice. He looked completely opposite from Mr. Salvatore. Who didn't look nice no despite how charming he was.
"Uh, hi, I'm Stefan… I wanted to apply for the open position," he approached Candace with his hand out. She shook it without a word; staring as if she was under a spell, "Um, I heard there was a spot open for history."
Candace snapped out of her stupor and finally spoke, "Right um, we do have a position open," she glances towards Bonnie beckoning her over, "Bonnie is a history tutor as well; she can do your assessment and see if you'll be the right fit." Bonnie stands awkwardly by, wondering why she was leaving the assessment to her. She intervenes. "Um, Candace, I've never done one before, I think it would be bet-" Candace cuts her off.
"Bonnie, you're the VP now eventually your gonna have to do these things. Why not start now." She reasons taking off before Bonnie can protest. Bonnie rolls her eyes as annoyance buries itself deep inside her gut. She hears a quiet chuckle and remembers their other guest. She glances in his direction, unamused at his amused face. He seems to take notice of her look of exasperation, and his smile sobers into a straight line.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, it's just, your face, it's ver-" He stopped talking once she begins to glare at him. "I... I mean there's nothing wrong with your face it's just you wear your emotions well." Bonnie studied him, watching as he waited for her to signal that she understood. She sighed and began walking towards her desk.
When she didn't feel him following behind her she turned her head in his direction. Her eyebrow lifted in question as she waited for him to catch on. "Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there." Okay, so maybe she was being a little to snippy, but she wanted this day to be over already. She continued towards her desk when he began following her. Today sucks.