A/N: Hey guys! A lovely gif fic was made of this story and put on tumblr! Here's the link to the it:
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Thank you for being patient…here's chapter two!
She pulls her lower lip into her teeth as she eyes her reflection. Bonnie thinks she's pretty enough; not exactly beautiful despite what her friends assure her, but decent.
She's not sure why she's worrying about her appearance, but lately Bonnie has been cautious of her looks; how she appears physically and sexually.
All his fault.
Her jade green eyes narrow at the thought of his icy sapphire orbs, filled with lust and hunger. Bonnie had been utterly disgusted that she let a man, a murderous vampire touch her like that. And now she was questioning her sexual appearance because Damon was making her feel self conscious.
She sighs and glances at her phone lying on top of her dresser. Two missed calls. No doubt they're from Damon. He had been such a pest since that night and it was really starting to irritate her; he would call and text non-stop.
She's only been avoiding him for about three days now and his ass still couldn't take the hint. What more could the eldest Salvatore want from her?
Bonnie sighs again, turns her phone off and tosses it on her bed. She eyes her reflection again, this time noticing her straightened hair. Grams had always told Bonnie to embrace the beauty she had as a young Black woman; maybe it was finally time she took her advice.
… … …
Bonnie enters the Mystic Grill, feeling confident and happier than just a couple hours ago.
Gone was her relaxed straight locks, present were wild curls and waves neatly arranged, shining in just the right places. Bonnie had never worn her hair natural before, and she had to admit; she loved it. It was much easier to maintain than her hair she'd run a hot comb through every week, and probably much healthier as well. She had even ditched the makeup and decided to just wear a hint of peach lipgloss.
As her emerald orbs scanned the familiar setting, she noticed Caroline and Elena at the bar.
Her glossy lips smiled as she proceeded to walk towards her friends. She was almost certain they wouldn't recognize her with her new 'do.
"Hello witch."
Well fuck.
A/N: Shorter than I intended…my bad. And I wanted to show the Blacker side of Bonnie Bennet, it seems a lot of people have forgotten she's a woman of color. Well anyways, next chapter features a confrontation, expressed feeling and maybe some arguments…till Chapter 3! Don't forget to leave a review! :)
