A / N: It's Lily writing… Enjoy!
Chapter 4- Elena
Bonnie sighed as she got onto the stupid bike once again, and started back to Aunt Isobel's house. She wanted to run away from this stupid place, yet she was too tired to even think about it. She was so tired. She couldn't believe how students could be expected to take 9 classes in one day.
She parked the car under the house, and stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her. She pushed past Jason who was standing by the dining room, helping Aunt Isobel set the table, and flung herself down onto the couch.
It's a little old and lumpy, but it would suffice. Bonnie thought to herself, as she peeled off her sunglasses.
"Erm, someone bring me an ice cold lemonade with a sprig of peppermint, low fat of course!" She called out, hoping someone could hear her.
Jason peeked his head out of the kitchen. "I'm not your slave," He muttered.
"What about your mother?" She asked him, nonchalantly flipping her dark hair over her shoulder.
Jason didn't say anything, he just hurried into the kitchen. Bonnie closed her eyes. Finally she was going to get the treatment she deserved. She smiled at that thought, and imagined herself on a beach in Malibu, with Shannon. She had on her favorite black Dolce and Gabbana strapless bikini, her Police sunglasses hung on her face, and her hair had been freshly 'beach styled' by her hair and make up artist. She was sipping a cocktail, diet of course, and she could feel the cool spray of sea wind in her face.
She smiled until she realised the spray of water was real. Bonnie opened her eyes and screamed. Jason was standing over her, a grin on his face, a half empty cup of ice-cold water in his hand. Bonnie realised that he has tipped the other half over her.
She stood up, fanning herself. "You… you… son of a…" She swore, and Aunt Isobel rushed into the room.
"What's going on? Bonnie Bennett we don't tolerate that kind of language in our household," She reprimanded.
Bonnie just rolled her eyes, "Your doofus of a son spilt water on me," She burst out.
"She insulted you. Saying you were her slave," Jason shot back.
"I know. Because it's true. I'm a celebrity, and you are normal boring people, so you serve me." Bonnie pointed out, as if it was matter of fact.
Aunt Isobel looked annoyed, "Go up to your room, Bonnie. You're grounded,"
Bonnie just swung around and stormed upstairs, but she wasn't listening to Aunt Isobel. She pulled out of her suitcase her white pleated Stella McCartney miniskirt, her black and silver Guess tank top, and some white Louboutin boots.
She put on her Bvlgari white sunglasses, grabbed her black Prada tote, and headed out of the room, her brown hair flying behind her. She suddenly had an idea. She picked up her iPhone, then realised that the battery was dead. She searched through her suitcases thoroughly but her mom had forgotten to pack her charger. Or maybe it was on purpose.
Bonnie huffed, annoyed, and headed downstairs. "Where are you going? You're grounded, young lady," Aunt Isobel cried.
"Whatever," Bonnie called back, heading out of the house.
She got onto her bike quickly, and started in a random direction. She needed a bar. She needed to clear her head, until she could plan her escape. Bonnie suddenly passed by a house where a familiar looking boy was sitting on the porch.
She stopped the bike. "It's Jonathon right?" She asked, tossing her hair over shoulder. The boy looked up.
"No, it's Jeremy. Hey BB!" He cried, sounding excited.
"Hey, I wanted to know where the nearest bar is," I informed him.
Jeremy grinned, "There's a bar at the grill," He told me.
"The Grill? How typical.." She muttered to herself.
"What?" Jeremy asked.
"Where's the damn grill?" Bonnie found herself shouting.
Jeremy looked taken aback, "Chillax, it's just a few streets away. My sister Elena and her boyfriend Stefan were just going now. Maybe they can drive you…" He trailed off.
Bonnie sighed. "I don't ride with commoners," She told him.
Jeremy actually laughed, "No offence, but it might be better than riding that Barbie bike," He murmured.
Bonnie glared at him for a second before realizing he was right. "Fine, where's your sister Emma?" She asked.
"It's Elena. One second I'll call her," Jeremy disappeared into the house, and came out a couple of seconds later with an attractive couple.
The girl was a brunette with long straight hair, and warm brown eyes. A boy with light brown hair and forest green eyes had his arm around her. "Which one of you is Ellen?" She asked, knowing it was a stupid question.
The girl rolled her eyes, "I'm Elena, and he's my boyfriend Stefan,"
"So Ellen, Steve," Bonnie muttered. "You of course know who I am," She called out.
Elena rolled her eyes, "Yeah, you're Bonnie Bennett, or BB," She muttered.
Bonnie nodded, "Now, where's the car? I don't want to be late," I informed them.
Elena sighed, and started towards a green Hyundai. She got in the front and Stefan got in beside her.
Bonnie got in the back, a disgusted look on my face. "This is a car?" I wanted to know.
Bonnie could hear Jeremy chuckle from outside, and suddenly he was by her side.
Elena looked insulted as she started the car. "What do you mean, exactly?" she demanded.
"I mean it's no Porsche or Rolls Royce," I informed her. "My old 'hanging out' car back in Malibu had been a pink Porsche 911 turbo, and my 'going out at night car' had been a black Phantom Coupe. Of course I never used them, I usually went by my limo. Which was a BMW of course," I informed them.
Elena nodded, "Good for you," But it didn't sound like a compliment.
But of course Bonnie took it as if it was. "I know, I mean, when you're a platinum selling singer/songwriter like me, you are the best. And the best has to have the best, you guys know what I mean?" She asked.
Stefan nodded a little. "Sure," He muttered, but Bonnie could have sworn he sounded sarcastic.
"Glad you all agree," Bonnie replied, smiling.
Jeremy spoke up then, "So Bonnie, you don't have any siblings right?" He asked.
Bonnie looked disgusted, "No! Of course not, dude. I need to be special. I could never share, except with Shannon of course," She replied.
"Shannon Plume? Daughter of Hollywood director Andrew Plume?" Jeremy asked.
Bonnie nodded, "Well, yeah. But I'm richer than her and prettier too," She informed him, smiling.
She could see Elena and Stefan roll their eyes as Elena parked the car in front of a small brown building.
"This is the grill?" I wanted to know, hopping out as soon as they parked.
She walked away from them, not even saying thank you.
She headed inside, and ran for the bar. She shot the bartender a flirty smile. "I want a diet tequila with a sprig of mint and a splash of cherry soda," She called to the brown haired boy.
He smiled at her, "You're BB?" He asked.
Bonnie nodded, "Yeah, yeah. Hold the autographs and the photo's please," She muttered.
The boy rolled his eyes, "We don't have that drink you said. But we do have plain tequilas," He murmured.
Bonnie sighed, "Fine, it'll do," She complained.
She waited tapping her manicured fingers on the counter. "How long does it take to make a single drink? My body guard back in LA used to make me a tequila in my limo in 1 minute straight." She muttered.
The bartender looked annoyed as he brought her the drink. "Sorry, madam. I'm a slow poke, " He muttered, narrowing his eyes at her.
"I'll say," Bonnie shot back, taking her drink and paying, before heading towards an empty table.
She sat down, her drink in her hand and started to sip it. She couldn't believe how bad her first day had been at Mystic Falls.
Suddenly, she felt a shadow over her. Bonnie looked up, annoyed. "Hey, whoever you are, you're blocking my light," She shouted.
The boy stepped back, "Hey, you talked to me before, I'm Damon Salvatore," He replied.
Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, well, I don't really remember names of unimportant people," She muttered.
The boy actually smiled, and Bonnie had to admit that when his blue eyes lit up he did look sort of cute.
"I checked out your bio," He told her, sitting down next to her.
Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "Why are you sitting there?" She demanded.
Damon rolled his eyes, "Because I want to,"
"But I don't want you to," Bonnie shot back.
"Fiesty," Damon muttered, and Bonnie just glared at him.
"Get away," She spat, sipping her drink. She held it up, in a threatening gesture.
"Ooh, tequila, I'm so scared," The boy replied, sarcastically.
Bonnie only just hid her smile. "I never said I was attacking you with it," She muttered.
Damon raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then you're offering me? Thanks," He cried, taking the drink from her hand.
Bonnie watched in disbelief as he sipped from it.
"Ew!" She cried, as he handed her drink back.
"Actually it was kind of refreshing," Damon replied.
"Ew! Again," Bonnie muttered.
Damon just grinned, just as Elena approached the table. "Damon dude, what are you doing here? The group's over there," She pointed to a crowded table where Caroline, the head cheerleader, was sitting.
Damon nodded, standing up. "Well, thanks for the drink," He winked at Bonnie, and Bonnie just rolled her eyes.
Then Elena dragged him off. "Why are you sitting with her?" She demanded, as they walked off.
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at the brunette. She was starting to hate her already.