A/N: Just want to say thanks to everyone, reviews and all. I really enjoy reading them and hearing your feedback. So I really took in consideration and realized (thanks to lily) that I have yet to introduce Damon to Bonnie's side of the spectrum. So in order to post quicker, I had to break this chapter into two parts (Part two is Bamon-y packed goodness). But hopefully this chapter answers some of your questions without giving too much away until part two. Not as long but it should be 'fulfilling'.
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Chapter 7: Latex, Drugs and Blow
Bonnie fished through her wallet to remunerate the Mexican-American taxi driver. Two twenties were all that remained which meant Pablo would only get a few dollars for a tip. After paying, Bonnie exited the cab, the Louboutin's in hands as she sauntered over to the front door of her home. It had seemed like eternity since she had the pleasure of utilizing the utensils of her own. Tyler's Jeep was parked at a diagonal angle which took up a supplementary amount of space, making it impossible for anyone else too occupy that spot.
Entering the house quietly as she could still didn't help shield her from her restive roommates. Caroline was dusting of the tables but quickly resigned when she saw her younger housemate standing at the doorway dressed in the most elegant dress she had ever seen.
"Bonnie, where have you been? We've been calling you all morning." The blonde laid the duster on the table and moved to get a closer look at her threads. "And what are you wearing?" Caroline roughly pulled on the hem of the dress, checking the label. Gleefully, her hands came together in a cheerful clap because of the legendary name imprinted in the fabric. "Alexander Wang, Bonnie... Oh, it feels so good."
'Nice to see you too, Care." Bonnie allowed her to relish the fine garment, having now remembered she needed to return.
"Those aren't what I think they are!" A squeal escaped her freshly glossed cerise-colored lips. The shoes were snatched away from Bonnie's possession by the fashion-crazed woman.
Elena descended down the steps to where she found the commotion that disrupted her centralized studying. A relief of seeing her idly missing roommate relaxed her considerably. "Bonnie you're home, where were you?"
"Oh, I went out with a friend." She had no such interest to elaborate her afternoon at the club neither did she completely want to lie.
"Look, Bonnie's been holding out on us." Caroline exclaimed, daring to take her eyes away from the four-inch heels.
With inquisitive concept, Elena inclined her head to the side while her eyes settled on the designer wear Bonnie pertained.
"Alexander freakin' Wang, and Christian Louboutin's... oh I hope they're a size seven."
Bonnie shook her head affirmatively. "No, they're a size five and I have to return them."
Caroline mouth fell agape, not only because of the size but also hearing that Bonnie had to take them back. She knew they had to at least be worth a couple grand, and with Bonnie's circumstances there was no way she could have purchased either. "No, Why?"
"Because, I borrowed them from Da- friend of mine... and so I have to give them back. " The explanation was needed to pacify the blonde to keep her from asking to many questions.
"Oh, is that who you were with?"
And here comes the other one.
Bonnie hated when they did this to her, always teaming up and using some sort imperceptible language that only they understood. If it wasn't Elena being a confederate to Caroline then it was either the other way around. And countering them both usually required lying which wasn't what she had proposed.
The truth.
"Did you know Stefan had a brother?"
Elena tucked a loose strand of hair that escaped her neatly section middle part. "Yeah, well I've never met him or anything but Stefan mentioned it... once. Why?" Curiosity struck the brunette other than how Bonnie perceived information behind Stefan when they only met each other on a few occasions.
"Well, I've met him... that's who I was with." Bonnie finally admitted with such confidence it sounded a tad truculent. But no offense was taken, not much anyway. "I sort of met his family today" She added, her tone greatly ameliorated.
The statement definitely caught Elena off guard, one being she hadn't even had the chance of meeting Stefan's family and two, surprised Bonnie had any contact regarding the Salvatore family in the first place. In a way it slightly pestered her in the sense of envy. Elena and Stefan had been dating for several weeks and instead of being in the 'honeymoon stage', she understood the tacit trouble their relationship faced. And relationships were usually always her strong point in the beginning undoubtedly sans her relationship with Matt. Elena raised her eyebrows in query. "Really, how did you guys meet?"
Caroline remained quiet, carefully monitoring the conversation with her patulous ears. She was a psychology major, which meant when interactions happened she had no conflict in, gave her the opportunity to utilize psychology play. Using the materials she learned the previous week, it was obvious that something was bothering Elena.
"Long story short, I met him at work last week." Bonnie took indolent steps towards the kitchen in the hopes that the conversation would end there. Following behind was the svelte woman who evidently didn't understand the colloquy was meant to be concluded. "So, how was Long Beach."
"It was fun... so a week, and you're already meeting their family. You guys must have really hit it off." Elena leaned against the counter and picked up a scarlet shaded apple from the fruit basket. She made quick to answer Bonnie's question, and return to the precedent subject.
Bonnie dehiscented the door of the refrigerator to browse the content. Finding it relatively empty, she opened the freezer to where she found the wonderland of frozen snacks. Of course she heard Elena, yet she kept her mouth shut while pulling out an pepperoni hot pocket. "It isn't anything like that. We're friends" And nothing more Bonnie wanted to add, because that short while she spent at the club contrived her to leave Damon and his palpable problems alone. The microwaved dinged as it was place on exactly two minutes, providing plenty of time to nuke her breaded pizza.
Caroline remained nearby undetectable, but close enough to keep up with the conversation no less.
"Barely a week and you're already going to family gatherings" Elena groaned loudly in dismay. "Stefan and I have been dating almost a month and he hardly even kisses me. I'd be lucky enough to meet his brother."
Jade eyes never left the spinning pocket, but her ears paid close attention to the words of her best friend. Bonnie never knew they were having trouble, at least not so prematurely anyway. "Hmm, maybe he's not use to dating." She offered.
"Oh please, Stefan's hot, young and rich... I'll bet he's been with more people than.." Caroline interjected, cutting into the gossip.
"You?" Elena joked at the blonde's displeasure.
"No, I was going to say Tyler." She continued. "And don't get mad at me because there's trouble in paradise."
"I don't really get what's wrong, I mean at least he isn't trying to pressure you into anything."Bonnie added, now removing her zapped snack to satisfy her craving hunger.
"And that's the problem, you guys. I mean I've been trying to initiate things and sometimes I feel like I'm the guy and he's the conservative virgin." Elena angrily bit into her unsuspecting apple, snatching the skin and flesh away from the delicate rounded fruit.
"Well there's your answer, I mean there's either two possibilities. One, he's a virgin or two, he's just not that into you... although he'd be crazy not too." Caroline pointed out the valid arguments that could be the solution to Elena's problem on two fingers .
"You're right Caroline... I didn't even think of him being a virgin." Elena pondered while Caroline nodded affirmatively. "Well I'm going back to studying, oh and Bonnie don't forget rent's due Sunday." Feeling auspicious, having been reassured over her relationship with Stefan, Elena wandered off.
"Shoot, gotta go" Now reminded of her upcoming account of charges urged Bonnie and the half eaten meal to retreat to her room, leaving the blonde alone.
...
Once upstairs, the first thing Bonnie did was place her phone on the charger. The second was reaching under her mattress to gather the folded up bills. A few twenties and hundreds coiled around each other once she salvaged them up. Sitting on the hardwood floor, Bonnie carefully counted up the cash, all equalling to three hundred and seventy-two dollars which meant she was short on rent.
"Fuck."
Bad luck just seemed to follow no matter how fast she ran, or where she hid. Taking two steps forward would only result in three steps back. Maybe calling her father once and for all would be for the best. Her eyes traveled to the nightstand, where the I-phone cited charging. Of course she missed him, and her grams more than anything but her pride was to consuming. And what was she even going to say, 'oh hey dad, just calling because I'm short on rent this month'.
Knock Knock Knock
Bonnie folded up the money and placed it back underneath her mattress. "Come in."
The door opened shortly after, revealing Trevor to her surprise.
"Hey, where's your car?"
"Oh, I had to take to the shop. The engine got burned out." Bonnie advanced from the floor to engage in a conversation with him comfortably. "How was the trip?"
Trevor took a few unguided steps into the room, he sat on top of her twin sized bed. "Hmm, you didn't miss much." But she was missed. "It wasn't as much fun with you not being there." He admitted.
She gazed at him disquisitively. There were times that Trevor completely bemused her in a sense that intrigued her as well. He was usually quiet, kept to himself and then there were times when he partied so hard it took several days for him to recuperate. "Well, hopefully I won't be missing anymore trips."
"Did you find something to keep yourself busy all week?"
Like hell she did.
"Yeah, just work and school... uh hey, you weren't going pay the rent until sunday right?" She said, leaving out the part about meeting Damon.
"Yeah, well actually saturday but I was waiting on you."
Like always.
Bonnie sighed heavily before plopping down next to Trevor. "Yeah, I just..."
"You just what, Bonnie?"
"I'm a little short on the rent, and I don't know how when I've been saving up like I always do." Effortlessly, she tossed herself back against her bed.
"By how much?" Trevor turned back to get a better look at Bonnie's newly adjusted position.
"Almost two hundred."
"Don't worry about it."
Immediately her body shot up in astonishment of what he was indicating."What do you mean?"
Trevor ran a steady hand through his medium length golden locks, and smiled at Bonnie. "Look, don't worry about rent this month. I'll take care of it."
"No, no Trevor I can't let you do you that becau-"
"I said I'll take care of it. You need a little help and I'm just trying to do my part as a friend. If I were in the same predicament wouldn't you help me?" He only continued after seeing her nod. "Okay, so accept my help and this way you won't have to worry about rent next month."
Emerald hues fell to her lap where she placed her hands and bit the inside of her cheek. "I'm going pay you back."
A deepened sigh emerged just as soon as he stood, "Like I'm going to let you." Retreating to the door, his reason for originally coming to her room was temporarily eradicated. He left the room quietly absconding Bonnie to her function.
...
Later that Day
Katherine sat a quaint table of the upscale restaurant Angelini Osteria, waiting for her close friend to arrive. After spending the afternoon with the Salvatore's, she received a call to have dinner at Angelini's - their favorite restaurant. And at exactly seven-thirty, in walked her best friend Emily Jordan. Both women bestowed kisses on the other's cheeks
"Katherine, it's great to see you."
"You too, I've really missed you Em."
They sat simultaneously where they would spend the next few hours or so catching up.
...
Bonnie settled on her bed in pink striped boy shorts and a matching solid color camisole, perched in front of her apple Macbook. Five pages on 'earning things' rather than expecting them to come to you had to be typed or else she wouldn't get them done in time for her saturday photography class. With rent taken care of, she could focus on writing dutifully without interruption.
Or so she thought.
A couple knocks sounded off at her door, to which she responded. Elena opened the door slightly and popped her heard in. "Bon... why aren't you getting dressed?"
"Dressed for what?" She inquired.
"Slater's 21st birthday party. I thought I told you we saw him at Long Beach and he invited us."
"No, you didn't. But I can't cause I have to wri-"
Elena cut Bonnie's sentence short, "Ugh, Bonnie come on, you already missed out on Spring Break and there's no way I'm letting you miss anything else." The undisputable pouty face of hers made its début making it harder for Bonnie to decline. But the memory of seeing Katherine at the country club gave Bonnie that extra push she needed. That five-page paper was just going to have be shoved up Katherine's ass tomorrow afternoon. Shutting her laptop retrieved a shrill of excitement from Elena.
"I'll go get my curling wand."
...
The laughter dulled down when the waiter came over to check if the women were elated. After assuring him they were, Katherine and Emily went back to their earlier engagement.
"And what have you been up to today?"
"Oh, you know, a little of this a little of that... spending time with the Salvatore's." Smirking radiantly, Katherine took a satisfying sip of wine.
Emily looked off to the side in shame. She still hadn't told Katherine about her relations with Damon, not only because this was their first time seeing each other in years but also because she wouldn't know where to start. Every day it pained her, especially after knowing the axiom to their relationship including Katherine's abortion. It was never her intentions to sleep with her best friend's ex. But it just happened. Working at Salvatore Inc. had a lot to do with that. So going to the manor every now and again wasn't so uncommon. Emily also knew Conor was another major reason she regretted it, hurting her husband was the last thing she wanted. Luckily he had understood and decided they see a counselor to work on repairing their hindered marriage.
"What's wrong?"
"Kat... there's something I need to tell you, something I should have told you weeks ago."
Katherine didn't like the tone of voice she was hearing. But vowed to listen no less.
"You know I love you Katherine, and I never want to hurt you because you're like the sister I never knew." Emily could feel her eyes swelling with tears without even spilling the truth yet.
"Em you're scaring me. Is it Abby is she okay, or Conor?" For a while Katherine was aware of Abby's recent health problems and the deteriorating marriage Emily had to deal with.
A tear finally boiled over the brim of her eye, staining the smoothness of her cheek with the salty liquid.
"I slept with Damon." The words flew out soundlessly.
"What. The. Fuck. Did you just say Emily?" There was no way she heard her words correctly - it didn't hurt to be sure.
"I slept with Damon." Emily again, painfully announced blatantly gaining a disgusted look from an elderly woman seated nearby.
If looks could kill, Emily would be laying in a sea of blood with two silver fork piercing her eyes. Katherine felt as if she couldn't breathe, her throat felt like it was enclosing. A sharp pain of Emily's words stabbed her clear through her chest. The true heartfelt agony that attacked her being completely was unrelenting.
"I'm sorry, Katherine. I never meant for it to happen I swear... I swear." Emily used the cream-colored cloth napkin to dry her wet face. .
"I can't belive you would do this, after everything we've been through - after everything me and Damon have been through... and you jump on his dick! I swear Damon will fuck anything." Katherine stood from the table, and again the elderly woman shook her head in despisal which pissed Katherine off even more. "Do you have something you wanna say?"
"I don't like the way you talk" The mature woman stated firmly, her heavy hooded hazel eyes remained narrowed.
"Well I don't like the way you look, but you don't see me complaining." Katherine smiled, before returning her attention to Emily. "You're pathetic. A married woman and you still sleep with your best friend's ex. Hm, I don't know how Conor sleeps so peacefully with a whore every night." With that she turned on her heels and stormed off.
Emily glanced over to the older woman who rolled her eyes towards the door. "Good riddance."
...
"So, you like her." Rose said, after hearing the story of how the 'college girl' left in the middle of brunch without uttering a single word of her departure
"How do you figure that?" Damon leaned his head back against the cushions, eyes drifting towards the ceiling. How they ended up talking about the green-eyed, caramel skinned woman he had no idea. But as he thought about it, the sincere side of his rationality was telling him to.
"You've been talking about her for last thirty minutes and you're still hard."Planted on her knees in front of Damon who sat on top of the black leather loveseat, her fingers grasped the button of his pants to release the voracious erection.
When Bonnie left so abruptly earlier he couldn't help but think about her continuously, even now while he was faced with such a promising mind-blowing blow. "I'm bored, she interests me." He stated smoothly.
Rose continued her ministrations, now wrapping her hands the hot surging shaft that seemed to come alive with each stroke of her hand. She may have not been in love with Damon, but she sure as hell was head over heels in love with his manhood. No other man gave her orgasms they way she experienced with the Italian Stallone."Has she had the pleasure of your," She stated, reaching forward to glide her tongue along the length of his joystick.
Glancing down at the attractive woman down on her knees, he bit his bottom lip in pleasure. For a glimpse of a second, Damon swear it wasn't Rose he was staring at though contrastively Bonnie. "Not yet... now less talk, more blow." Grabbing a fistful of hair, he allowed himself to be overtaken by the paradise her mouth gave to him.
...
Bel-Air, CA
Bonnie held the red plastic cup, taking a gulp of the mixed drink Caroline poured her. The blonde always made them to strong, the alcohol overpowering the tropical flavor from the juice. The deep bass from the blaring music echoed through out the mansion. Many hot bodies thrashed around her, the smell of marijuana infiltrated her nostrils. Finding the culprits behind it, she headed over to Kol, Jeremy and Tyler who sat on the sleek sofa passing a fatly rolled joint around.
Jeremy, moved over to make room and patted the space beside him. Obliging, Bonnie sat down in between he and Kol. Tyler offered the joint to Bonnie but Kol quickly snatched it away. "Careful, Bonnie isn't ready for 'Blue Dream'."
Feeling underestimated, she seize the doobie and took a substantial hit. Inhaling and holding the smoke for a few seconds to absorb the THC, Bonnie blew the fumes into Kol's face who lowered his eye lids and breathed in the wonderfulness of the 'mary jane'. Holding out the joint, the green-eyed beauty smiled sweetly. "Where's Elena?"
Tyler used his index to point to the ceiling, signifying she was upstairs.
"Well excuse me gentlemen." Standing up attained her a cat whistle from one of the suspecting three guys. Bonnie used one hand to pull down her short black mesh dress and scattered away into house.
Mouth still hanging open, Jeremy kept his eyes on Bonnie until her small frame disappeared into the crowd. "When did Bonnie start smoking?"
"Psh, Bonnie ain't as innocent as everyone thinks." Tyler announced, having living with her for over a year helped with getting to know her more thoroughly.
...
Upstairs.
After looking into several rooms she finally came to the last door and pushed it opened, revealing Slater, Elena and few other participating in recreational activities. Elena had just leaned up from snorting a line of cocaine. The song of Jefferson Airplane's 'White Rabbit' echoed from the small stereo, which almost matched the scene before her perfectly.
Slater rubbed at his nose and looked up in time to the see the appealing woman loitering at the door. "You coming in or what?"
In time the brunette's veracious eyes found Bonnie's. This wasn't her first time dabbling in blow, but it was something she kept to herself. Out of all her roommates, Bonnie was probably the one she went to great lengths to hide it from the most because of the judgemental factors. "Bonnie, hey I was just about to come find you."
"Why don't you come over here and take line with the birthday boy" Slater took a crisp one hundred-dollar bill from his suede wallet, neatly rolling it up to be used as a snorter.
Elena opened her mouth promptly coming to Bonnie's aid in contrary to the peer pressure.
"Okay" Jades eyes were well aware the brown ones widening in shock. Bonnie had decided not to judge Elena, but instead find out what all the hype was about.
Slater waved her over as he used his master card to set out a line of the white powder. Nervously setting the cup down on the table, Bonnie moved in front of her palate of escape.
"Are you sure you wanna' do this Bonnie?" Elena had no desire for her to partake in this activity due to the nimbleness of her virtue.
"C'mon, Bonnie's a big girl she can make her own choices..." Slater passed her the rolled up bill. "Go on, make sure you plug up the other nostril and don't worry about the drip. Now less talk, more blow."
Here goes nothing.
...
Damon's heartbeat had finally returned to him after several minutes of deep breaths. Rose was laying besides him scrolling through her phone for missed messages. The constant beeping coming from her phone was becoming moe annoying by the second. Why was she still here anyway? Post sex was something he not wanted to share with anyone and Rose knew this. Not only that, there were different things running it's course throughout his mind. Bonnie being one of them. It was starting to become a bit engrossing. Thinking of her once while jerking off was one thing, but seeing her face haunting him during fornication was another.
"Leave Rose."
Looking away from her smart phone, she smiled tauntly. "Yeah, yeah I know Damon. I'll leave in a minute just let me check my email." Rose was well aware of how distant Damon became after sex, but figured he wouldn't mind her staying for a few minutes.
Little did she know.
Shaking his head in protest, Damon bellowed. "Now!"
Fixing her face into disdain over Damon's sneering features. Rose spoke calmly. "Look Damon, you talk to your whores like that. Not me."
Using his hands, he grabbed Rose's head - pulling her face closer to his. "Well what does that make you, my slut." The angst expression, and ghastly faded blue eyes were enough to send the memo. "Leave...Now!"
Swiftly, Rose left the cozy bed to apply her clothing. Once dressed in her with chiffon blouse and black pencil skirt as fast she could, she left him with a parting message. "You know... you don't have hide anything from me Damon. I've already seen you at your hideous moments."
...
Stefan had arrived in Bel-Air after getting a call from Elena to drop by. The loud music made it that much easier finding the house that entertained the party. Not to mention numerous amount of cars scattered on either side of the street and driveway. Entering the house revealed to him an untamed site. It was as if he were watching the 'Project X' movie all over again.
Pushing through countless of intoxicated, high people revealed no one of interest. Until he saw Elena and Bonnie descending the steps with two wide smiles on their faces.
"Elena" Stefan shouted over the loud ear penetrating music before making his way over to both giggling women.
"Stefan!" Elated, Elena wrapped her hands around her handsome boyfriend and kissed him.
The alcohol lingering on her breath fouled the abrupt kiss more than it already was. Taking a step back from the animated brunette only to notice a white like substance around her nose. "What is that?" He asked, using his index finger to dabbed it off.
"Relax Stefan and dance with me, c'mon." Her hips swayed to the slow beat of the current song.
Rubbing his fingers together revealed th soft textured material which he believed to be only one thing. "Elena is this cocaine?" She put a finger to his lips and 'hushed' him. "Bonnie, you let her take this stuff?" Letting his soft leaf green eyes travel over to the quiet toffee skinned woman.
For some abnormal reason, Elena somehow felt that her and Bonnie's friendship had grown stronger by them indulging in cocaine together. No one understood how alive she felt after sniffing, and even how happy she was that judgment was not passed on to her. Spending all her life being the good girl, all A student sometimes had huge amounts of pressure. Coke took all those worries - all those troubles away. "Yeah she did, because she did it too. Bad Girl" When M.I.A's 'Bad Girls' came on, Elena nearly lost her mind dragging Bonnie along with her.
"Lena, I think you and Bonnie should call it a night."
"Okay, okay, okay... after this song. Bonnie let's dance!"
Stefan didn't know what else to do besides pull out his phone and hit his number two-speed dial.
...
Damon just finished a long relaxing hot shower and stepped into his room, rubbing his wet locks with a towel. Rosaline, one of the maids, attentive enough to change his sheets as he instructed while he was showering. The buzzing of his cell caught his attention. After picking it up from the nightstand and looking at the screen, his reaction time was a bit delayed.
"Best brother in the world residence."
"Damon, hey uh... I need a favor."
The booming music and other audible sounds alerted Damon. "What kind of favor?"
Sighing in desperation, Stefan continued. "Look, I need you to come pick me and Elena up... we're in Bel-Air and I'm out of cash so I can't call cab."
"Cab Stefan. You're the son of a billionaire and you're broke and riding around in taxi's - get yourself a car for crying out loud."
"I really need to get Elena home... she's using cocaine and not to mention all the alcohol she's probably been drinking. Please Damon."
"And why should 'I' leave the warmth of my bed to ride all the way over to Bel-Air to pick you and your coked out, tweaker girlfriend up."
"Well not that it'd make a difference, but, Bonnie's in the same boat Elena's rowing. Catch my drift." Stefan wasn't even sure slinging around her name would work, he could only hope.
Damon let out a slow deliberate breath. Why the hell should he care? Here he was trying to help Bonnie and what does she do, run away from him with saying a single word. Conflicting motions always proved themselves unwarranted at any point in time. So he had two choices; he could either have himself a cup of bourbon and call it a night, or he could ride all the way out to pick up Stefan, his 'druggy' wench, and have another unsparingly moment with the college girl.
"Are you still there Damon?"
"I'm on my way, text me the address." Ending the call placidly, Damon unwrapped the closed towel from around his hips and let it fall to the ground.
Here comes the big bad wolf.
A/N: I'm sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger like this but I think a little anticipation is needed every now and then. But I hoped all you guys enjoyed seeing Katherine getting served, not like she didn't deserve it. But after the second part, expect a few surprising changes. So look out for part two(Reviews make my fingers type faster).