The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based off the secrets series.
Chapter Two
Bonnie
"I swear to God if we don't find a bathroom soon, I'm going to piss in my pants." Rebekah bounces up and down in the driver's seat. The air conditioner is turned up as high as it will go and "Ride" by Twenty One Pilots played from the speakers.
Bonnie's cell phone was in her pocket, heavy like it weighs a hundred pounds. "You can always pull over and pee behind a bush." she prop her bare feet up on the dash and pull her white lacy tank top away from her skin to get the air flowing. "Besides, we're like five minutes away from the off-ramp."
"I can't hold it for five more minutes." Rebekah shot her a dirty look and squeezes her legs together. "You're not going to think it's so funny when the car smells like piss."
Bonnie smother a laugh and search the GPS for the nearest restroom. "There's one right off the exit, but I think it's more of an outhouse."
"Does it have a toilet?"
"Yes."
"Then it'll work." She made a sharp swerve, cutting off a silver Honda. The Honda blew its horn at us and she turns in her seat to flip him the middle finger. "What a jerk. Doesn't he understand that I have to pee?"
Bonnie just shook her head. She loved Rebekah to death, but sometimes she can be a little self-centered. It's part of what drew Bonnie to her; she was so different from her old friends back in Mystic Falls.
Her phone beeps again for the millionth time, letting Bonnie know she has a message waiting for her. Finally, she just shut it off.
Rebekah turned down the music. "You've been acting weird ever since we left. Who called you?"
Bonnie shrug, gazing out at the grassy field. "No one I want to talk to right now."
Five minutes later, they pull up to the outhouse at the edge of town. It's more like a shack with rusty metal siding and a faded sign. The field behind it was spotted with damaged cars and trucks and in front of it is a lake.
"Oh thank God!" She claps her hands and parks the car. "I'll be right back." She jumps out and totted inside the bathroom.
Bonnie climb out of the car to stretch her legs, trying not to look at the lake or the bridge going over it, but her gaze magnetizes toward the level bridge with beams curving overhead and out from the sides. The middle one was where she was standing the night she almost jumped.
An old Chevy pickup comes flying down the road, kicking up dust. As it nears, her nose twitched because she knew who it is and he was the last person she wanted to see. The truck stoped just outside the perimeter of the field behind the restrooms. A lanky guy, wearing a tight t-shirt, a snug pair of jeans, and cowboy boots comes strutting out.
Jeremy Gilbert, the town's pothead, infamous brawl starter, and the guy who dropped her off at the bridge that God awful night eight months ago.
Bonnie banged on the bathroom door. "Come on Rebekah, hurry up."
Jeremy looks her way, but there's no recognition in his eyes, which isn't surprising. She've changed since the last time anyone saw her, shedding the gothic clothes, heavy eyeliner, and tough-girl attitude for a more lighter and pleasant look, so she could blend in with the crowd.
"You can't rush nature, Bonnie," Rebekah hisses through the door. "Now let me pee in peace."
Bonnie watch Jeremy like a hawk as he rolls a tire across the field toward his pickup.
The bathroom door opens and Rebekah walks out cringing. "Gross, it was so disgusting in there. I think I might have caught herpes just looking at the toilet." She shivers, wiping her hands on the side of her dress. "And there were no paper towels."
Jeremy had disappeared, although his truck is still there.
She grab Rebekah's arm and tug her toward the car. "We need to go."
Rebekah rise her eyebrows questioningly as she tries to keep up with her. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Bonnie said. "There was just this guy over in the field that I really don't want to talk to."
"Is he an old boyfriend?"
"No, not even close..." she trailed off as Jeremy rounds the bathroom.
There's sweat on his forehead and grass stains on his jeans. "I need to talk to you for a minute."
"Why?" Bonnie questioned, swinging the car door open. Please don't bring up that night. Please.
Rebekah freezes as she's opening the door and her gaze darts to her. "Bonnie, what's going on?"
Jeremy tucks his hands into his pockets, staring at the hood of the car. "This ain't your car, is it?"
"No, we just stole it and took it for a joy ride." Shit. Ten minutes back and her old rude attitude is slipping out. "I mean, yes it is - her car anyway." she nods her head at Rebekah.
"Well, I was just wondering how fast it goes?" He gave her a foxy smile that made her want to gag.
She was never a fan of Jeremy. He always had a sleazebag attitude, which was part of the reason why she had him drive her to the bridge that night - he was the only one she knew who would leave her there alone.
Bonnie couldn't help herself. "Probably a lot faster than your pick up over there."
He has a shit-eating grin on his face. "Is that a challenge?"
She just shook her head and motion for Rebekah to get in the car "Nope, that wasn't a challenge. Just a mere observation."
Recollection fills his eyes. "Wait a minute. Do I know you?" Ignoring him, Bonnie starts to shut the door, but he catches it. "Holy crap! I do know you. You're Bonnie Bennett." His eyes took in her legs, cutoff jeans, lacy white tank top, and land on her eyes lined with frosty blue eyeliner. "You look... different."
"College will do that to you." she scales up his scuffed cowboy boots, his torn jeans, and stained shirt. "You haven't changed a bit."
"I see your mouth hasn't changed at all," he snaps. "And besides, you didn't change for the better. In fact, you look like you could be friends with Caroline Forbes."
"Don't exaggerate the situation," she say. Caroline Forbes was a popular girl in their grade; head cheerleader, homecoming queen, wore a lot of pink.
His face scrunches. "You didn't just change on the outside either. If anybody would have compared you to Caroline Forbes, you'd have punched them in the face."
"Violence solves nothing." she begin to shut the door again. "I have to go."
He compliments her move and seizes the door, prying it back open. "You ain't going anywhere until I get something out of you."
"Like a kick to the balls," Bonnie threaten, but her insides were stirring. She could talk tough, but when it all comes down to it he was a really big guy who could easily hurt her.
His brown eyes turn black, "I heard you bailed. Packed up your stuff one night and took off. Pissed off a lot of people, too. The ones that were always protecting you when that mouth of yours got you into trouble. Especially that one guy you were always with."
"Don't pretend like you don't know his name." Her voice is slightly uneven. She felt like this situation was getting out of her control and she started to panic. "You don't forget the names of the people whose fist has slammed into your face."
A vein bulges in his thick neck as he punches the window. "That night I was wasted and Enzo was completely sober. And it was total bull shit that he sucker punched me for leaving you on the bridge. I mean, you asked me to take you there. How the hell was it my fault?"
Apparently, Enzo hit him more than once because it's not the occasion Bonnie was referring to.
She tugged at the door handle. "I'm going to close the door now and you're going to walk away."
"Who are you?" His eyes are all over her.
"I'm who I always was," Bonnie muttered. "Just without all the baggage." Calmly, she close the door. "You can drive away now, Rebekah."
She floored the car backwards and skids it onto the blacktop. She don't look back at Jeremy or the bridge. She breathe through her nose, trying to stay composed and in possession of her feelings.
"What was that about?" Rebekah asks. "Who was that creep?"
She buckle her seatbelt and turn up the air conditioning. "Just some guy I used to know from high school."
"I thought he was going to kill you or something... Maybe we should call the police."
Flashbacks of her old life resurface. "That's just how things are around here. Besides, he was all bark and no bite. Trust me. He was just irritated with something I did."
Her eyes enlarge and she grips the steering wheel. "What did you do?"
Bonnie glance in the rearview mirror at the desolate road behind them. "Nothing I want to talk about."
She slows down as the speed limit decreases. "How did you do that? You were so calm even when he tried to hold the door open. I was freaking out."
"It was just instincts," Bonnie lied. If she knew the real reason they sure as hell wouldn't be friends.
The urge to make Rebekah flip a U-turn and floor it back to Vegas becomes more powerful the closer they get to her home. Rebekah relaxed about the Jeremy ordeal when the outhouse is far behind them. They make the rest of the short drive talking about classes and frat parties, but when they pull into the driveway of Bonnie's house, her distress and anxiety reemerges.
"This is... nice." She shudder as she peers through the windshield. "So this is where you grew up?"
The full moon shined lighting up the trash piled in the driveway and the peeling paint off her two-story home trimmed with a broken rain gutter that's swaying in the wind. The tree beside her window looks like it's dying. It was once her gateway for sneaking out of her room, but the last time she snuck out was the night her mother died.
She'd never climb that damn tree again.
"Yep, this is home." Bonnie steps out into the cool breeze. Drake "Too Good" blasts from the speakers next door. The lights were on in the house, and there's a lot of screaming and yelling going on. The driveway was lined bumper to bumper with cars and people are smoking on the front lawn and on the deck.
One of Enzo's parties. It felt like time had frozen and was waiting for her to return.
"God things never change around here." Bonnie round the back of the car. "Rebekah, can you pop the trunk, please."
The trunk pops open and Rebekah steps tentatively out of the car. Her eyes fasten on the party and she's chewing on her thumbnail, which is a nervous habit of hers. "Jeez, it's more intense than even a frat party. I didn't know that could be possible."
Bonnie sling a heavy bag over her shoulder. "Are you sure you want to sleep at my house tonight?" she rummage through the trunk for the bag holding all her toiletries. "There are some pretty decent hotels in the next town over."
"I'm just not used to this kind of a place. That's all... But I'm sure it's fine." She collects one of her pillows from the trunk and hugs it tightly.
"Are you absolutely sure?" Bonnie balance a small box under her arm. She didn't want her friend to stay and witness this side of her life. "This place is a lot to take in for some people."
She narrows her eyes and points a finger at Bonnie. "I may come from an upper class town, but that doesn't mean I haven't been in rougher areas before. Besides, we went to that pawn shop that one time in Vegas and that neighborhood was very sketchy."
It really wasn't that bad of an area, but Bonnie decided to let it go, since she'll only be staying here for one night.
"Sorry, I just... I want to make sure you're comfortable." she shift the bag onto her hip and felt around the dark trunk for her other bag.
"I promise I can manage for one night." She crosses her heart with her finger and smiles. "In fact, I might even get brave enough to go check out the party next door."
Bonnie rapidly switch the subject. "We can probably get the rest of this stuff out tomorrow, since it's dark and I can barely see. And I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."
"I think..." Her eyes wander in the direction of the driveway. "Dear God Almighty, who is he? Wait a minute. Isn't he... yeah..." She lets out a quiet shriek and hops up and down. "Bonnie, I think it's the guy from your drawing, that Enzo guy you insist you never dated."
Her bag falls to the ground as she slouch down, debating an escape. Duck under the car? Run into the house? Dive into the trunk?
"Hey there, beautiful," Enzo says in his flirty tone. "You shouldn't park your car out here in the open. Someone will probably jack it."
The sound of his voice sends a tremble through her body that coils down deep inside her. She thought the feeling would be gone after being away for eight months, but somehow time has had the opposite effect - it had magnified and took over her body. She started to pretend to be engrossed by a box in the trunk and kept hidden in the shadows.
Rebekah giggles. "I'm sure my car will be okay. This is my friend's house."
"Your friend's house..." He drifts off, making the connection and the anxiety began strangle her. "Wait a minute? Are you talking about Bonnie Bennett?"
Collecting herself, Bonnie slam the trunk down. When he sees her, his eyes enlarge and he has the same expression on his face as when his mom told him his daddy wasn't ever coming back.
He blinks the stunned expression away and a hint of anger transpires. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were in Vegas."
For a moment, she was unable to speak, caught in a mixture of emotions from seeing him again. Enzo has always been stunningly beautiful in a way that makes artists' hands ache. He's dressed in a red plaid shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of black boots. His lips are full and ornamented with a silver loop and his black hair has a slight wave to it these days. His skin was tan and his light brown eyes carry more than she could handle right now.
"I was down there for school, but I'm back now," she say in the polite tone she'd been using with everyone over the last few months. But on the inside her heart was wild, and blood was roaring with the same yearning feeling she had for him before she left. "Wait a minute. You knew I was down there?"
He sidestepped around Rebekah and positions himself directly in front of Bonnie. "I had no idea where you were until this morning," he said. "Since you didn't tell anyone where you went."
The ache in his voice stabs at her heart and the phone carrying the voicemail in her pocket weighs a thousand pounds. "Sorry, but I needed a break from this place. It was... things were... well you know how it was."
"No, I don't know how it was." He braces a hand on the trunk like he's going to fall over. "Since you took off and never told me where the hell you went."
Bonnie needed to go before he gets to her, and all her self-control evaporates. Picking up her bag from the ground, she waves a goodbye to him. "It was nice talking to you again, but we've been on the road for over two days and all I want to do is lay down."
"I'm not really that tired," Rebekah says and Bonnie pressed her with a pleading look. "Oh, wait maybe I am." She fakes a yawn.
Bonnie hurried for the side door of her house, but Enzo blocks her path, and his hand comes down on the car like a railroad track barricade. He drags his lip ring into his mouth with a passionate look on his face, like he might kiss her or something.
For a second, she wish he would.
He leans toward her ear, lowering his voice to an intimate level. "Come with me somewhere. Please. I've been waiting eight months to talk to you."
Bonnie flinch at her body's fiery reaction his voice emits. "I can't talk to you, Enzo." she choke, backing away, and bumping her hip on the edge of the car. Tears threaten the corners of her eyes, but she haven't cried in over a year and she refuse to break down. Spinning on her heels, as she dash for the house.
He doesn't call out to her - it's not his style. But his gaze bores a hole into her messed up head the entire way, until she was finally locked inside her house.
Then Bonnie could breathe again.
Enzo
He swear he was dreaming. Bonnie was standing in front of him and she looks just like his former high school classmate Caroline Forbes, a bitchy cheerleader they all knew, who Bonnie had beat up once because Caroline was making fun of a girl in a wheelchair.
It was one of the things that made him fall in love with her; all that fire, passion, loyalty and the need to stick up for the outcasts, even if it meant being an outcast herself. She never fell into any category - she was just Bonnie - but now she looks like a freakin' Stepford Wife. She was still hot as hell, a rock hard body, and gorgeous tone legs. He had pictured those legs wrapped around his waist many times and the same images flood his head, even though she looked like a stranger.
Her gorgeous green eyes are glossed over, like she's repressed everything inside. She's unhappy to see him and it hurts a little, but still pissed him off even more. She starts rambling about being tired, something she used to do all the time to avoid confrontation. He watch her lips move, wanting to kiss her so god damn bad, but knowing she'd probably kick him if he tried anything. So he lean in, smelling her hair and beg her to come with him somewhere.
Then she runs down the driveway and locks herself in the house. Enzo starts to chase after her, but a Frisbee smacks him in the side of the head.
"Sorry man," Damon calls out, hopping over the fence with a smirk on his face. "It slipped."
Rubbing his head, Enzo arch his eyebrows at Damon. "Perfect timing asshole."
He holds up his hands. "I said I was sorry. You were just standing there all dazed out like a freaking whipped pussy, so I thought I'd snap you out of it." He scoops up the Frisbee from the concrete and gives a low whistle at Bonnie's friend's Mercedes as he circles it rolling up his sleeves. "Whose sweet ride is this? Wait, is it Bonnie's?"
"I think it's her friends." His eyes were staring at the back door of her house, debating whether or not he should barge in after her and demand to know why she shut him out of her life.
"Since when does Bonnie hang out with people who drive cars like this?" he asks, peeking through the tinted windows.
"She's been gone for months." He backs up toward the fence that separates Bonnie's yard from his with his hands in his pockets. "Who the hell knows who she is anymore?"
Enzo needed a drink, even though he hadn't had a drop of alcohol in since she left him. The day Bonnie took off, with no note or a goodbye, he had gone up to the cove, got drunk, and took all his anger out on Jeremy Gilbert's face. The cops showed up and he got busted for being under the influence and for assault. He was still on probation for it and Enzo had to go to anger management classes for a while. He has been really good about keeping his shit together, but five minutes after Bonnie shows up and he was ready to just throw it all away.
He heads to the kitchen, grabbed up a beer from the cooler, and settle on the couch between a blonde and a brunette.
The blonde one giggles. "Oh my God, is the bad boy Lorenzo finally back?"
He couldn't remember her name, but he play along. "I sure am, baby."
Then took a swig of his beer back and bury his pain, along with Bonnie. She's the only girl that has ever been able to get him this upset. The only girl that's never wanted him.
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