Black Girl, White Boy
Chapter 16 – Fighting Temptation
R-M explicit situation
Guys, probably wondering why I am posting back to back chapters… Well, this story is almost done, yay! Thanks for your support as always!
It was judgement day. Wednesday. Bonnie was at the School Board. It was technically, a meeting with she, Tyler, Sheila, and Tyler's parents. The Mayor, and his wife. What kind of setup was this? A young Black woman, and her Grandmother, no parents present. Living on her means working part time as her grandmother works three jobs. A young, white male, son to the Mayor and his wife. Two parent home, of wealth and privilege, and the star of the basketball team.
Tyler had no record of disruptive behavior. Bonnie did.
What would this look like to the board? Or the town?
Bonnie had to buy an outfit for the occasion. She wore a long black pencil skirt, with loafers. Her army green cashmere sweater, with a scoop neck, was her favorite part of the attire. A skirt, she thought, would make her look more like a proper young woman.
She scooped all of her hair back into a bun, and wore no makeup. Maybe she could hide the anger in a meek attempt to fit in with Mystic Falls society. She covered up her curves, and wore an appropriate length skirt, and they would see her as none-threatening. They wouldn't see the girl who was pushed to her limits.
She sat across the table from Tyler, and he was in a button up with a bow tie, and slacks. He looked like the model student, son, and athlete. She couldn't look at him. But he stares at her. She swore she felt his eyes burning through her, and his father, watched as he became a predator in the small room. He didn't say anything to Tyler. It was as if, he wanted to intimidate her, and bully her into, submission.
The way Bonnie felt, while Tyler watched her was so unnerving she had to get up and walk out of the room. Her head was pounding, and her stomach felt nausea. The worst thing, was having to be there without her mother. The woman she'd stood up for and stood behind through everything. And her father, the one she knew was dead. The real one... was nothing to her.
Sheila walked out to her granddaughter, arms around shoulders and an embrace of absolute protection. "You can do this Bonnie. Just tell the truth. Tell them what happened at school."
Bonnie nodded her head and headed back to the small deliberation room, it looked more like a conference room. She sat before her accuser, ironically. And they proceeded to listen to the board speak.
The words didn't make sense. The letters didn't sound right. On the one hand, so much was said in Tyler's favor, but on the other, her being a female was taken into consideration. How awful, would it look to have the high school, expel their only black female senior?
"I hope, that in all fairness, threats aren't being taken lightly" Mayor Lockwood said.
"Mr. Lockwood, we have two students who want to graduate. And we would like to hear their final peace before we come to a decision."
Everyone remained silent as Tyler stood before the group and spoke, "I am sorry this has come this far. I only wanted to make Bonnie comfortable, and help her to fit in. I understand her defensive nature, being all alone. I'd like to co-exist with her, and to know, that we can move past this, and maybe even become friends." He looked at her and smiled. "Bonnie, I apologize, if I offended you by complimenting you. The truth is, I just, never had an experience with a person of color. I'd love to get to know you, if you would give me a chance. Maybe we can even, be friends. I would never disrespect a black person, or a woman. I love all people."
Horseshit. She thought. Even his apology.
She looked at him, and at grams, then at her hands. She hated looking in his dark, deceitful eyes. After he spoke, it was her turn, she felt the heat in the center of her palms, as the sweat made them slippery when she clenched her fist. She even felt a little shaken. But she remembered NOLA and though she couldn't prove anything about it. She knew, she could tell her truth of what happened at school. So, she took her final attempt to speak on it.
Here goes nothin.
"I pride myself on being honest. And his will be a long shot, but here goes. Tyler Lockwood, stands before this deliberation, looking the part. Right? I mean so do I. I bought these clothes with my own money. I did, because, why not try to fit in with your society? Then maybe you wouldn't see the girl, inside of me, that's hurt, or angry. The girl, who's had enough of being thought about last, or forgotten. The girls, who's feelings don't always matter to the people they should." She was referring to her mother. "I look in the mirror, and I'm not angry at what I see. My skin, my hair. I'm proud of it. So, why did I dress like this today? I suppose for the same reason Tyler Lockwood did. So, you can see a facade. A girl, who looks most proper, and sweet. But, the truth is, I'm not perfect. I'm flawed. I made a racial slur towards Tyler Lockwood. It was wrong. And I'm sorry, I was subjugated to such behavior. I also slapped him, twice. That I do not regret. The boy standing before you today, is a lie. He's not the Mayor's perfect son." Sheila shocked herself into worry. She looked around alas if to say, Oh Lord. She covered her mouth in sorry, wondering how it got this far, but she wouldn't silence her granddaughter. She let her speak. "My momma isn't here, but one thing she taught me, is that, I am no man's property. My body is my body, and no man can take it from me. And that is what Tyler Lockwood does, with his perverse glances, uncomfortable words, and sickening touches. He has spoken to me, improperly. Made suggestive advances and tries to intimidate me with his behavior. I won't be intimidated. I apologize for the behavior, that made me look like a racist. Because, I assure you I am not. He also made racist comments, towards me, and sexualized me with his behavior. We are both young kids that can learn from that. But, defending my body, I will not apologize for. No man, will ever, be allowed to dishonor my temple. I sincerely hope, someone you love doesn't ever endure, the feelings I have had to, by someone, who has privileges over them enough to scare them into submission. Thank you for your time."
The board looked to be in extreme disarray, maybe even some slight disgust in one or two of their faces. But they were kind when they thanked her and told them they would deliberate for fifteen minutes.
...
Fifteen excruciating minutes later, Bonnie and Tyler stood before the board, ready for the verdict.
"The board, finds Bonnie, cleared of all charges, and able to attend school as soon as tomorrow."
Her face, was relieved, and every ounce of pride, for standing up for herself, and being honest put her on the highest horse. The tightening in her chest, eased, and the embrace between she and Sheila was as if they'd just ran a marathon. But it wasn't the final verdict. She turned look at Tyler, who was speechless, but said nothing. His father, the Mayor, was outraged, and before he could speak fully on it, the board finished. "While, we can agree both students can learn from this, and grow, we still have the complaint, of a racial slur, a physical assault, and a threat. All of which, by law, with Bonnie Bennett's history, should not, and will not be taken lightly. However, as we have confirmed from her teachers, she is an excellent student, and expulsion, and suspension are uplifted and unnecessary..." Bonnie collapsed and covered her mouth with her hands. Tears of joy fell from her face, but short lived was her rejoice, when the final words were spoken. "... if she can offer apology for her violent behavior, to Mr. Tyler Lockwood."
"Wait... what? You heard what I said. He assaulted me first. He cornered me, and objectified me!"
"Miss Bennett. That was dismissive, as not a part of the original complaint. We aren't saying you lied, but, you should have filed the complaint against Tyler. He filed the complaint against you. Therefore, unless a complaint is filed, and we have another hearing, it is completely dismissive. Your apology, is necessary, for cohesion of the relationship and the remaining two months of the school year. You've expressed your growth, is an apology more than you can handle?"
She thought about it. She thought hard about it. For the past few days students were protesting in her name. They were outside of the school with the threat of suspension. She fought a long hard fight, didn't she? She came this far. Everything the board said, was perfect, and justified her actions. Or so it felt. Those last words almost nullified the verdict. An apology. Happy tears turned to just tears, as she looked towards Tyler. He may not have gotten her expelled, but he won, by getting an apology.
Sometimes, I fight, was knowing when to stop. She wanted to graduate. She wanted her friends to graduate. She didn't want anyone, nor herself to keep enduring this fight. It took a lot out of her emotionally. Every day, she thought too much about who she was and who she wasn't. Who she wanted to be and what she wanted to leave behind.
Mystic Falls.
She had two months and this place would be behind her forever, except when she came to visit grams on school breaks.
She wanted it to be over already.
"Okay. I'll apologize."
"Bonnie, are you sure-" Sheila grabbed her hands, reminding her, it was her choice.
"Gram, it's okay. I'm- I'm okay. Just let me do this."
"Okay."
Bonnie looked to Tyler Lockwood.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, become, something I hate, just to hurt another person." The board and everyone was still looking at her, as if she needed to elaborate. Her teeth, were nearly grit, and grinding as she said, trying to be and sound as sincere as the lie would carry her. She also, generalized her apology so that it didn't have to feel as if it was directed to him. "And, violence shouldn't be an answer. Hopefully, we will both grow and learn from this."
"Can, the two students hug or shake hands to show solidarity?"
"No!" Sheila said. "I draw the line there. An apology was ordered and given. Bonnie deserves personal space from Tyler, for the duration of the school year."
"What about my son, he was assaulted."
"Quite the reach, Mayor." Sheila said.
"It's fair. And we hereby order, Tyler and Bonnie to remain at least fifty feet away from each other for the next two months."
"Agreed!" Bonnie said quickly. She was ready to head out of the room before the walls completely closed in on her.
...
The next day, Bonnie was at school. Everyone who picketed in her favor throughout the day came up to congratulate her. They were so happy she won, but had no idea why Tyler Lockwood was able to come back after what he did. Some of them sat in a pow wow at lunch with Bonnie and Damon, which included Caroline, Katherine, Matt, and Vicky.
"So, I mean, you having to apologize, defeats the purpose, Bonnie."
"No one was more shocked than me Caroline."
"What are we going to do about it?" Another student asked.
"Honestly guys, I appreciate everything. But, there were threatens of suspension, if you guys kept picketing. The past week has been emotional for me. Not just involving Tyler, but graduation, finals, prom, and my momma not being here. I don't want to file a motion for complaint, because, I'll have to face him again. And it was hard, listening to him stand up there and lie."
"He's such a jerk." Katherine said. "But, Elena is convinced, that he was really sorry. She told me last night that he hoped he and you could've been friends."
"Pft. Never gonna a happen." Damon said.
"I feel like I've failed in some ways. I should've complained before him. I mean, did I win?"
Another student stood up and looked down to Bonnie. "Bonnie, you told the truth. You have so much to be proud of. You stood up to a Lockwood."
"Sometimes a bigger person apologizes, Martin Luther King stood in the face of adversity. And he chose to love. Look at Mahatma Gandhi. Sometimes, the bigger person, Bonnie... is the one who forgives." Bonnie could tell this kid was a random hippie, from creative writing class. Everyone in there was so socially aware, and more free-sprites than most kids she'd ever met.
"I get it, Christy. I'm just happy it's over, and if I never have to see him again, I won't cry."
Everyone laughed with her. Damon pulled her close to him, and wrapped his arm around her waist. She was holding a book of poetry by Maya Angelou. Sitting criss cross, with Damon behind her, holding her. He leaned over her shoulder, slightly digging his chin into her. He was a little upset that other students were invading on their lunchtime date. He knew, she'd be reading this poetry to him, if the others weren't here. He just held her tighter, and sniffed her neck. Looked at the creased pages in her book from where she would go back and recite her favorite poetry to him. He watched people surround her with support, and knew he could have moments like this, with her forever. Sitting on the grass. Talking to people, or just each other, surrounded by people, or even alone.
Jeans shorts today. She wore Jean shorts and one of his t-shirts. One that she cut up and made into her own design.
"You butchered my shirt." He whispered in her ear.
"Sorry." She kissed his nose.
"I'm not complaining. Not about how I can see your cute belly button, or how, these shorts ride your thighs like Stella on the highway." She turned to him and smiled as he leaned into her. "I know we promised to be good, but... this outfit is a little punk rock, and it makes it hard for me to not want to touch you. I feel like you did this on purpose."
She took her lips to his, and softly let them linger near his, as to kiss him. They didn't kiss, they just lingered longingly, wanting each other, but trying to respect the idea of waiting until it was the right time. While they looked at each other's lips, they both felt intense heat, inside of them. Then their eyes moved up towards each other's.
"You're so dynamite Bon Bon. I can't wait 'til we can be together."
"Soon. I promise." She kissed him softly. He lifted his fingers, gently through the front of her hair, and let his blue eyes smile at her. "Don't smolder me Damey."
"What, smolder? I have no idea what you mean."
"Uh huh. Come on, it's time to go to fifth period. Let's go." She giggled. As the got up to leave, they'd said bye to everyone, and somehow, his hand landed on her butt on the way to class, and he slightly pinched it, making her jump. "Damon...?"
"Let's ditch fifth, and sixth."
"Damon, it's my first day back. I shouldn't." He grabbed her and lifted her and took her to a bathroom near class. "Damey." She giggled. "Noooo." She whined, unconvincingly.
"Just let me kiss you."
"The bathroom is disgusting."
"How about Stella?"
"Damon, we have to go to class. We promised we'd be good." He pinned her against the girl's bathroom stall and put his lips to her neck. The feel of his warm breath on her neck, teased her senses, and she gripped his long hair between her fingers. "Damon..." she moaned into his ear.
His lips crawled from her neck, over her jaw line, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, and when she accepted, they kissed to ease the tension between them. Sometimes, though, their kissing got out of hand, and Damon's hands gripped her hips in ways that made her want to just lose her virginity on the spot.
The first bell rang.
"God, I want you so bad." He said when the bell cut them off. His lips pinker than pink, and he slouched over, with his face buried into her neck. They both tried to catch their breaths.
"Come on. We have to go before the second bell rings." She said.
"Two more months." He sighed.
"No... less than two months, now. Seven weeks." She grabbed his hand, and pulled him out of the stall. She poked her head out of the bathroom to make sure no one was around to see him come out. Then they took the last two minutes to run to class.
They got into class, just in time. Sitting in the back of class like always, Bonnie was feeling dismissive of Elena when she turned to look at them both. Bonnie rolled her eyes, and grabbed her note book. By the time she got it and a pencil out, a note was passed down to her.
It was suspiciously handed to her. "Bon." It said.
She unfolded it and it read.
Hey Bon. I know things are totally weird right now. But can you meet me at the Grille after school? We need to talk... privately.
Lena
Bonnie responded, with Okay.
She thought Elena had good news or something that would give her closure. Although, she wanted to forget everything about Tyler, validation would make her feel better. She passed the note up.
...
"Why the hell can't I go in with you?"
"She asked for us to talk privately. Maybe it'll be more comfortable for her. It should only take ten fifteen minutes. I'll be back out so I can get to work."
"We basically get no make out time now."
"Sorry." She smiled sweetly and got out of the car, garnering a look from him when she peaked over the shoulder.
She was happy, and maybe she and Elena would make up now. Who knows. She walked in happily and when she saw Elena she walked over to her and sat.
"Lena."
"Bon."
"What's this about?"
"Well, with the verdict and everything. Just want to say congrats. I'm glad your graduating."
"Thanks."
"I know you're wondering why I'm here, and I just wanted us to all move past his. And it was Tyler's idea to do this."
Bonnie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What do you mean?"
Elena glanced over Bonnie's shoulder and used her hands to signal someone to come join them. When she turned over her shoulder, she saw Tyler Lockwood coming towards them. She glared at Elena. "What the hell?"
"Don't spaz Bon. He wants to call a truce."
"Truce? For what? Truce would imply we were both wrong."
"You guys fighting. He wants to make up, and-"
"Hey Bonnie." He said, walking up next to the table. Her eyes were a mixture of fearful and angry. She followed his eyes until he sat down, next to Elena. "I just wanted to say bygones. What happened, happened. It was a mistake. Let's, move on, and be cordial."
Bonnie's anger was too much to let out. What did he mean? Was he admitting to drugging her and touching her?
"Elena, what are you thinking? We are supposed to be fifty feet away from each other."
"Bonnie, seriously. Get over yourself. All I want is for all my friends to get along. Now, no one hangs out anymore." Elena said.
"Elena, you spaz. Do you hear yourself?"
"Bonnie." Tyler interrupted. "I came to admit I was in your room when you were sleep, it was because I gave you another different type of pill, something stronger, I wanted to loosen you up. Thought we could all get more acquainted. Maybe even... I don't know, have some fun." Both Bonnie and Elena were shocked. But Elena tried to cover her shock when Bonnie looked. "It's true. But then, you weren't feeling well, so I checked on you. I must've left my beer by mistake."
"That's uncool." Ty. "Bonnie's not into shit like that. It was her first time ever taking anything Ty." For once, Bonnie felt Elena's disapproval of Tyler's bahvior.
"I'm sorry, Bonnie. I just wanted to get to know you."
Elena swallowed hard. Bonnie was sleep right before she and Tyler had sex. He came in the room different. He was more aggressive and into it. He was already saluting her by the time he came in the room. What if he touched her, or tried to? What if he did it on purpose, because he thought Damon wouldn't show up? But still, after hearing it, she was in denial. Then she saw Tyler grab Bonnie's hand. Elena's stomachs felt nauseous.
Bonnie snatched away. "Please don't touch me Tyler. I told you before."
The situation became somewhat tense. Elena withdrew from talking and watched Tyler's actions. He stood up and walked over to Bonnie's side of the booth and sat next to her. She scooted away, and for once, Elena saw Bonnie become tensed up and nervous. Not like the Bonnie, with a point to prove, but a Bonnie she had never seen before. A fearful Bonnie. She watched Tyler not care about Bonnie's personal space while and invaded it.
"Tyler, move." Bonnie said.
"Bonnie, just listen to me. You're a beautiful girl. I think, my behavior came off wrong. You are my girlfriends, close friend, and I was hoping we could all just get along. Whatever it takes, I'll fix this." He scooted closer.
Elena wanted to stop him, but was afraid to act on impulse. Elena wasn't sure how to feel. Tyler looked at Bonnie in a way she'd never seen him look at her, or any other girl.
"Tyler, please don't try to fix things. As long as we keep our fifty feet of distance, I'll be fine."
"Elena, misses hanging out as a group. I want her to be happy." He said. "So, if it means, I should apologize, then I will." He looked her in the eyes. No, he looked her in the lips. "I'm sorry. I over stepped my boundaries. I was a jerk. Can we please move past this? And get along."
Bonnie felt cornered. She didn't know what to say, and the best thing she could do, was get out of the corner he had her boxed in. She looked towards Elena. She could tell Elena was clueless, and worried. "Fine. Tyler, fine. Just let me out of here." She was feeling claustrophobic by now.
"Okay." He smiled, then with no shame, he kissed her cheek and got up, allowing her to move. Elena took notice. Why did Tyler kiss Bonnie's cheek?
"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Bon." Elena said. "So, we cool?" Just then she saw Damon walk in.
"I have to go, I'm going to be late for work." Bonnie hurried out and when she pushed out of the booth, Elena turned and saw Damon. Bonnie hurried to him and pulled him out of the Grille before Damon saw Tyler.
"Hey, baby. Everything groovy?"
"Let's go please."
...
Bonnie didn't want to talk about it, but Damon forced it out when they got back to the manor. "Wow."
"Yeah. He apologized. Said he overstepped."
"And you forgave him?"
"Damon, I didn't have time, to say anything. I got out of there and came for work. I couldn't believe Elena did that."
"The nerve. I'm going to kick his-"
"Damon, no. We will continue to keep our distance."
...
For the next week, Tyler and Bonnie were cordial. They didn't hang out, but he waived and she waived back. She tried hard not to be angry at Elena. But she couldn't help it. She was cornered into that meeting. She avoided him more than anything though. Throughout the week, the girls planned to go to the club Katherine was invited to.
Damon, was reluctant to allow himself to be cool about it. He asked Bonnie to meet him afterwards, since they never hung out late nights, like the other couples. She agreed, and had something to look forward to.
This time, Elena went also. The girls were dressed and ready. Bonnie told grams she was staying the night with Caroline. They got ready when Kat and Elena got there.
"Hey, spark it." Kat said tossing a joint to Caroline who was lighting a candle to conceal the smell.
Caroline tipped the joint into the candle, put her lips to it, and inhaled deeply. Once it was lit, she passed it to Bonnie and held it, while she inhaled. Again, Bonnie didn't wear a dress. She wore gold hot pants, and a halter top. The other three girls wore dresses of some sort.
When Bonnie was done inhaling, she held it a while, blew it in Caroline's face. Then they both smiled and blew kisses.
Katherine grabbed the joint back, she and Elena took a few hits before turning to Caroline and Bonnie. "Okay, here's your pills. Only one this time, Bon." Katherine teased.
"Not tonight, no pills for me."
"Bon. Don't you want the full experience?" Kat asked.
"I want to remember it. Since we don't know, exactly how I what happened spring break when I knocked out, I'd rather just toke. Okay? Sorry."
Kat nodded. "Totally. I dig that. Everything's still fresh. I guess I can wait until graduation to get you bent." She smiled. "Care?"
"Well, I mean... If Bon's not, then-"
"It's okay, Care. I told you. I'll be good. Damon's coming later tonight. When we get back, and he is driving me to Haven's point."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Promise." Bonnie was putting a gold head band around Caroline's head, and tossing her curls around. "Why are you so, skanky tonight?"
"What? I am? Is it like trashy skanky, or like, "do me" skanky?"
"Is there a difference?" Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"Well, sure. Bon, "do me" means, like girlfriend fuckable. But trashy, means I fuck everyone."
Kat laughed. "I've taught you well. Far out. My babies are growing up."
Caroline, loved Kat's signature stamp on the outfit, but she always seemed Bonnie's approval, because Bonnie was more cautious. Bonnie looked at Caroline's dress, and heels. It was, no different then what she wore in NOLA when she recited her poetry. "Girlfriend fuckable."
"Eeeeeeeehk." Caroline squealed.
"But please don't try to have sex with anyone, tonight." Bonnie pleaded.
"Guys, let's go. I'm trying to keep my buzz, not lose it." Elena said. Still there was tension between she and Bonnie, but they were at least speaking. Elena, hated the entire encounter, between Bonnie and Tyler. She was confused and didn't know how to feel about it.
"Lame on a stick. Come on, Lena. It'll be nice to have a girl's night. You can't be under your boyfriend every night. We haven't hung out in weeks."
"Let's not. I don't want to relive the last few weeks. I'm here, and Tyler doesn't know. So, let's go, before he tries to find me."
"Why would he do that?" Bonnie asked.
"Because, he thinks I'm at home studying. But, once Mase tells him Kat is out, he'll come looking for us."
"No, he won't. The basketball team has something tonight."
Elena was taken back because Tyler didn't tell her. Bonnie spoke up. "Yeah, Stefan said they had some end of the season thing."
Bonnie figured it out, Caroline was accenting her assets tonight. The last time Care dressed this was spring break. When she hooked up with Bonnie's cousin. Caroline was looking at her butt in the mirror.
"The dress too short?"
"I get it now." Bonnie said, pulling care to the side. "You like black guys."
"What, you mean Afro-Americans?"
"Stop." Bonnie's laughed. "You do. I remember how you got around Jesse. This behavior is the same."
"Bonnie, I merely think, that Mystic Falls boys are not my type. And, yes... I hope to have fun tonight." She winked a few times, trying to get it right, and Bonnie realized Caroline's high was hitting her. It was a matter of time before he happy pills set in for the other three girls.
...
After about two hours, they were finally comfortable. Dancing and somehow drinking. Katherine, had met some people in the club, and between she and Elena, they did a couple lines. Bonnie and Caroline were still only sharing a joint.
"That one Bon." Caroline pointed to a boy with brown skin and green eyes. Maybe he reminded her of Jesse. Maybe, she just noticed how he kept watching her. He stood across the disco, and he was surrounded by girls. But he captured the attention of Caroline. She started barely moving in place, trying to keep his attention. Whoever he was... he was a big shot. He was popular. He was surrounded by people.
"Caroline, that guy looks like he gets a lot of ladies."
"Maybe he does. But he's been looking at me for like half an hour."
"Well, stop staring. Let's dance, and give him something to watch." Bonnie started dancing with Caroline. She helped Caroline to twist her hips, and dance more like her. Then she turned Caroline towards the guy, and she got behind her and danced back to back. "Is he watching still?"
"Yup. He's actually talking to... wait, Kat? Fuck me!" Caroline felt bested and stopped dancing. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"Okay." Bonnie followed Caroline to the bathroom, and when they got there, Caroline went straight to the mirror.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing?"
"Well, why would he look at me all night, then talk to Kat?"
"I don't know. There's other guys here."
"Yeah. I wanted that one. Besides, she has Mason."
"I have to pee. The drinks are going through me." Bonnie said, and headed to pee. Caroline wiped her sweat from under her arms, and started to blow. The place was crowded and everyone was almost boxed in. The toilet flushed, and Bonnie tumbled to the sink turned the water on and washed. She was a bit light-headed, and Caroline splashed water on her.
"The drinks are hitting you, because it's hot, and we may have neglected dinner tonight."
Bonnie raised each corner of her lips, in a slow, lazy smile. The bigger her smile, the more slanted her eyes. And the less she could see. Caroline laughed at Bonnie drunkenly. "What?" Bonnie's asked in a deep voice.
"Bitch. I love this. Me and you drunk and having fun."
"College, here we come." Bonnie sang. Just then, Katherine and Elena banged on the door. "What!"
"We saw you come in here. Open the door."
"Kat?"
"And Elena. Let us in." Caroline fumbled to the door and let them in. "What the hell is taking you so long?"
"We may, or may not be drunk?" Bonnie said.
"Listen, my friend is asking about you?" Kat said to Caroline. Caroline shot a questionable looks. "Yeah, his name is Jamie. I've seen him around at parties. I've smoked pot with him before. He's cool."
"So, some random-"
"He's the star of the basketball team at his school. We are facing them in the championships. They've won the past five years. Don't act weird. He's a babe. And his eyes are dreamy."
"Wait, the guy surrounded by all of the girls?"
"Yeah. So, you gonna come talk, or-"
"Bon let's go." Care grabbed her by her arm and drug her behind Kat.
"No, I need to wash my hands. Go. I'll catch you." Bonnie said, pushing Caroline and Katherine out the door, this was her opportunity to talk to Elena. Drunk or not. She needed to speak.
"But, Bon. I'm nervous."
"You'll be fine. Kat's there. No sex." Bonnie laughed in Caroline's face as she shut and locked the door.
Elena was leaned back against the bathroom wall, half way out of it. She fanned her face, while sweat dripped down her forehead. "This has been fun tonight." Elena said. Shocking Bonnie.
"Yeah, well, you're never with us anymore. Slumber parties, mall trips. You kind of pulled away."
Elena shook her head. Then pulled her hair back and fanned her neck.
"Want me to put your hair up?"
"Sure." Elena reluctantly agreed. She walked to Bonnie, and Bonnie wet her hands, and scooped up two sections of hair, one on each side and braided two braids. As she was braiding she engaged her friend in conversation.
Starting the first braid, she twisted until she got half way done. "Excited about prom?"
"Kind of. More excited about graduation. Prom is overrated."
"I'm actually excited about prom. Seeing Damon in a tux will be worth it."
"It's just a stupid dance. You want to dance? We're at a disco dancing."
"Yeah, but prom, with someone special... that memory lasts forever." Bonnie said.
"I'm just, ready to be done with school, and be an adult. And away from this place." Elena's melodramatic behavior was normal, but there was a different tone this time. When Bonnie finished the two side braids, she wrapped it around Elena's hair, and ponied it.
"What color you gonna wear?"
"Tyler wants to wear light blue. It's the new thing now."
"What about you, Elena? What do you want?"
"I don't know. I've always liked lilac."
"So, do lilac." Bonnie was still wrapping the braids, and she noticed a dark mark on the back of Elena's neck.
"It's okay. Light blue is fine." She said with a tone so drab, she couldn't buy her own happiness if she was selling it.
"And you?"
"Pink or pearl. Haven't decided. I also like yellow. But... Damon's blue eyes may be the decision maker."
Elena looked up into the mirror at a Bonnie. "All of those colors would look great on you. Especially pink or yellow." Elena said. "Something, off the shoulders." She smiled, at Bonnie and told her, "you've got great shoulders, Bon."
Bonnie smiled back for a second, acknowledging the compliment. "Thank you." Then looked back down at the discolored skin. "Lena?"
"What?"
"What happened to your neck?"
"What do you mean?"
"This bruise."
Elena stopped and lost her train of thought. The look on her face could've only been described as caught. "I don't have a bruise. Must be a love bite."
"No, Lena. It's darker than that." Bonnie lifted Elena's top, and saw more.
"Bon, stop!"
"Oh, my God. Lena! What happened? Did he do this?" She saw several small bruises on Elena's back.
"Who?"
"Tyler! He did that. What happened?"
"No, please! Tyler as if that could be possible. It's from cheerleading. I swear, Bon. My parents made me quit the team. I won't even be cheering in the last game."
"What did Kat say?"
"She doesn't care. So, don't mention it to her."
Bonnie felt sympathetic suddenly. All the anger she's had for Elena, was gone. "Elena, you know, two against one is better than one on one." Bonnie meant that in different ways, and hoped Elena understood.
"Well, I'm done with cheerleading." She said.
"Yeah... I hope so. Cheerleading isn't worth the pain. It's not worth the loneliness." Supplementing and using metaphors didn't mean anything, if Elena didn't get it.
The girls finished out the night okay. Bonnie saw Elena laugh that night. She saw, Elena enjoy herself. She missed what it was like for the four of them to hang out. The bonding trip they had driving to NOLA, would be one she never forgot.
...
As the night ended he girls head back to Caroline's house. Kat and Elena stayed the night also. Caroline made a comfy cot on the floor for all of them. Bonnie always slept with her, but Bonnie was going to meet Damon for a couple of hours.
When he arrived outside of Caroline's house, Bonnie climbed out of the first story window. The three girls were sound asleep, snoring and all. Bonnie, used the trick Caroline told her to get out of the room, and stepped onto the large flower pot outside of the window to avoid falling. When she walked around the front, Damon sat with his running car and headlights off.
When he saw her face, he lit up, until he saw her outfit. He helped her into the car, and they pulled off.
"Hey baby."
She snuggled into his arm like always. "Hey."
"This is what you wore?"
"Yeah, foxy, right?"
"It's not covering anything."
She paused and looked at him then back at the road. She didn't want to argue. They drove a few minutes silently.
"So, did any dudes get fresh with you?"
"Not really. Well, a couple bought me drinks. But, I was with Caroline most of the time, until she met someone. But we left shortly afterward. They turned into an area of the road, that cut into the mountains, off Haven avenue. Damon followed the trail inward for about twenty minutes, until he came to a lookout point that over saw the entire town. He pulled in, and parked.
"So, I'm not sure, I like the outfit."
"You're tellin' me, had I met you tonight, this wouldn't have been foxy?"
"It would've. But I wasn't there to make sure no one touched you." He looked out at the town and avoided eye contact. He was going into protective mode, and he was getting angry.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think about it that way. I was with the girls. I didn't feel threatened. No one touched me." She laughed.
"But you got hit on?"
"Once or twice. But I told them I had a boyfriend."
He looked at her and back away to the lookout point. He took his leather jacket off, and around her. "Cold?"
"No."
They sat silently for a while not talking. She could tell he was angry. All the heard was crickets. And some ruffling of the leaves. Other cars were parked in sporadic locations throughout the hillside. Most areas were separated by trees, giving the cars privacy. The silence killed him, he had to say something.
"Bonnie, this outfit makes me uncomfortable. After everything with Tyler, I worry. Okay?" She took his leather jacket from around her and turned towards him climbing over his body. Sitting in his lap in straddle position. Her back facing the lookout and her front facing him. He looked up at her, and put his arms gently on her hips. She pulled out a joint, from her halter. Hers and Caroline's joint. She turns slightly to his lighter, pulls it out and lights the joint. Then she puts it to his lips, so he can inhale.
Once he inhales, he pulls her in for a kiss, and shotguns his smoke into her mouth. He does this once, and puts the joint out. It doesn't take long for him to feel light headed, and moving his hands back to her hips.
Her exposed hips. Her shorts were so small. She reached down, and leaned his seat back slightly. He eyes remained fixed on hers. She leaned in and introduced his lips to hers, again. He tasted a little bit of alcohol on her tongue. But it made him greedier for her kiss. He loved to have his tongue buried inside of her, almost suffocating her. He wanted to control the kiss, and her body.
His hands gripped her hips. Then his strong grip slid upward, gripping the rest of her upper body. He couldn't contain himself. His hands were everywhere. Including her breast. He undid her halter, and watched as her breasts popped out at him, still sitting below her.
"Oh, my God." He said. Suddenly, his hands were massaging her. So, perfectly perky, nipples erect in his face. He found his lips on them and just letting his tongue roll around them and making her moan loud.
Small and large strokes, slowly caressed her, bringing his teeth to the tips and gently nibbling. And at the same time, he grips them with her lips, pulling slightly, until her hands gripped his shoulders. "Mmmmm. Damon." She breathed into his ear, allowing her lips and tongue to find comfort in nibbling his ear.
When she does, his hands go crazy gripping her. Massaging and kneading her small breasts, she pulls his face up and they lock on each other's gaze. "I'm ready." She said.
"Wait, what?" He asked confused.
She stared in his eyes. "I'm ready. I want to feel you inside of me right now. It's perfect. The look out, the moon, the two of us alone."
"Bon Bon, you sure?"
"Yes. I've never been more ready?"
"I was hoping to make the situation more comfortable for you."
"But I don't want situation. I want a moment, this is a moment. A situation is something people regret. A moment is rare. She started to reach for his buckle, and he let her. Watching her, take his belt a loose.
"I didn't mean situation like that. I meant, I wanted to make your first time special. And I would like us to both be sober. You're first time should be special."
"What's it matter? You're not a virgin. It can't get more special than two virgins." He felt awful. Of all the moments in his, life, this moment he felt like he wishes he waited all along for her. So, he could make it perfect for her. "And I used to believe that way. But Marcel wasn't a virgin, you're not a virgin. I want this moment to be with the person I love and trust with my body. You."
She unzipped his pants, hesitant to put her hand inside. He waited and watched her. He's felt inside of her panties before, but she has never felt him, or a real penis in her life. Who did she think she was right now, reaching in his pants, as if she was ready. She wasn't ready. But he watched her, reach inside of his pants. He was already hard from touching and kissing her. When her hands felt his penis, she gulped, unknowingly. She hadn't realized she done it. He felt her nerves.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Getting you hard."
"I'm already hard." He said. She had no idea what to do with her hands. She just held it.
"Who told you to do this, like this?"
"I don't know. I just listen to the girls. They talk about hand jobs and blow jobs. They do it before sex to get the guys hard. They told me, you have to do this first." He grabbed her wrist and stopped her from holding his dick with her shaky hand.
"You seem scared."
She tried to play it off. "No, no. Of course, I'm not. I'm cool. I'm so ready." She said unconvincingly.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'm just, am I doing it right? Do I just hold it? Or..."
"Well, I'm already hard, because your outfit did that. And your tits, and kisses, while you were grinding on me, were about make me cum in my pants. Then you stopped and grabbed it. So now, it's in limbo. And it's very, very... anxious to see what you do next."
"Am I doing this wrong?"
"You're not doing anything." He said seriously.
She felt so embarrassed and let go, then crawled off of him. "I'm sorry, we need to leave."
"Why? We have a couple hours til the sun comes up?"
"Because, I just embarrassed myself. I touched your penis, and then I did something wrong. Take me back." She said turning away from him. He didn't know how to react. He knew things were new to her. He didn't want her to feel rushed.
"Bon Bon. You did nothing wrong. In fact, it's hard for you to do anything wrong, when it comes to turning me on. I just don't think you are ready."
She turned towards him. "Why? I'm almost eighteen. None of my friends are virgins. None. Not Caroline, Elena, Katherine, even my NOLA girls. Rebekah, Sabine. My cousin Melissa. I'm pretty sure Melissa had sex with Stefan while we were there."
"She did." Damon said.
"He told you?"
"Yeah. But, I mean, he really likes her. He still calls her on the phone. They talk almost every night. It's annoying, and it's why I can't talk to you because he's on the phone with her."
"I had no idea."
"Yeah. So, dot feel bad about not knowing. I'm okay with our pace."
"Yeah, well everyone's fucking except us. Everyone."
"So... I don't fuckin' care what they're doing."
"We are the middle school couple, right? Me and my white cotton panties, and my jeans... I wore this today, for you. I knew I'd see you tonight. I wanted you, to want me." She said.
"It don't matter what you wear, I always want you. We are us. Who cares. Fuck everybody. And when we finally have sex, we won't fuck, Bonnie. That's what couples do, when it's meaningless. I've fucked girls. I don't wanna fuck you. I want to make beautiful love to you, and I want your first time to be special."
She turned to grab his pants again.
"This is special. Right now." She put her hands into his pants again, feeling his hair, then his shaft, which had gone down, since she let go. But it didn't take much, for her to get it up again. She felt it grow inside of her hand. "Oh God." She said to herself. Again, he loved how her hand felt around him, so he didn't have the courage to stop her. Her eyes grew the harder he got.
"Bon, you don't have to-"
"Teach me."
"What?"
"To please you. Teach me what to do. You've pleased me before. You've, done things to me, with your hands that set me off. How do I, do the same thing for you?"
"Ummm..." he hesitated. Was this really happening? She leaned in and kissed him, and dick stood more firmly, trying to push beyond is pants. He pulled it out of his pants, and she was afraid to look down. "Well, it can't do shit inside my pants." He laughed. "So, you sure about this?"
She nodded her head, biting her lip, nervously. He loved that thing, she did with her lip.
"Fuck, you're beautiful."
"Damey... teach me."
"Okay. Grab it with your hand, like that, and grip it... tighter." She enclosed her fingers as much as she could. She didn't know if she was doing okay or not.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah. Then you just move it up and down. Like this." He wrapped his hand around hers and pushed up and down. When she felt his length and size, she didn't know if it was normal or not. She just knew it was intimidating to her, because she'd never felt or seen one, and she didn't want to look at it. Anything at this point made her nervous.
"Wow." She said as she breathed in hollow breaths, nervously touching his manhood. She was surprised by her actions,
He looked at her nervous face. "You okay?"
She nodded quickly, and felt like such a little girl. At one point, she squeezed a little hard, and he winced. "Oh god, I'm sorry."
"No, it's just, dry. I need to wet it." He lifted her hands and he spit on it. At this point, she realized she had no idea what she was doing. Then she used his spit to let her hands glide up and down smoothly. "Oh fuck." He moaned. His entire body was on edge, and she loved his reaction to her.
"What did I do?"
"Nothing, it feels good. You're doing perfect," he said, almost speechless. "Come here." He looked at her. She moved closer and he pulled her body into his to kiss her. The more they kissed he more excited he got. She felt him stop kissing a few times to catch his breath.
"Am I doing okay?" She asked nervously.
"Yeah, baby. It feels good?" When she felt, it get a little dry, she spit on it for him. Then she let her hand go back to caressing him. His head flew back onto the driver seat, and he started to breathe a little harder. He felt her lips on his neck, and he almost lost it. He looked up, "Bon Bon look at it."
"What?"
"You are scared to see my dick, but how will we ever have sex if you don't know, what's going to be going inside of you. Just look at it." She slowly looked downward towards it, and she, realized she wasn't ready for the real thing. Suddenly his manhood, was on display and she was intimidated. She wasn't ready for sex. But she didn't mind touching him, the way he touched her. She started moving faster, and her small hand gripped him as firmly as she could, before going back to his neck with her lips. When he felt her on his neck and her hands move faster, he grabbed her breasts and started massaging her like a starved man; it only took a little bit longer and he hit his peak. When she felt his cum on her hand, she jumped a little. And he covered her hand until he rode it out, for a few seconds.
"Wow." She shocked herself. He was still catching his breath, with his head on the drivers head ready.
When he caught his breath, he sat up and took his t-shirt off. He still had on his white tank. He used his shirt to clean her hands. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't think to move you hand before, because I'm not used to you doing that."
"It's okay. It felt kind of weird and shocked me."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I mean, I can't believe I did that."
"You regret it?"
"No. I liked it."
"Really?"
"Yeah." She said.
"We said, wed only kiss, until we were ready to go all the way. We broke a rule." He helped her tie the back of her halter. Then they sat quietly for a few. Then he turned her, realizing she probably needed his touch. He pulled her close to him, and wrapped his arm around her, kissing her. Their lips tangoed lightly. His arms held her while she played in his hair, and let her arms rub and hold his broad shoulders while they made out.
"Even just your touch, makes me want you." He said. "I like to stare at you Bon Bon. In class, when you're in deep thought. At the Grille, when you dip your fries in the milk shake. At lunch, when you read to me, with those, weird circle glasses on. I like to watch you laugh." He said looking in her eyes. The moon was lit perfectly, overhear head, and the light hit her eyes just right. Enough to show a sparkle.
"I like when you watch me." She said.
"But most importantly, I like, when we kiss, or I'm touching you, to watch your faces."
"Really? Why is that?"
"It's like you're in pain, but good pain. You look like a woman, who is infatuated with my touch. And I think, how, when we have sex, for the first time, the look in your face, will be the most priceless one of all. It'll be the look of fear, hope, love, and wanting me, all in one. The look of the loss of innocence. And it'll be trapped in my brain forever. You will lose your innocence, and it'll belong to me." He looked down at her, and wrapped one set of his fingers into one of hers, as he wrapped the arm around her shoulders and met her hand at the edge.
"Are you saying you're going to be a thief?" She smiled.
"Yes. I'm going to take it, and keep it in here." He pointed to his heart, then kissed the corner of her lips. "I love you." He never felt this kind of love before and neither had she.
"I love you too."
"Oh, good news. I start my new job, Monday."
"Good. We will both be working. Legitimately." She laughed.
"But, it means, I can drop you off at the manor, then I have to head to work. I won't be able to hang with you."
"Damon, really?"
"Yeah, but, five weeks til prom. I'm gonna get as many hours in as I can. You're gonna have the best prom, baby."
"Then in that case, I can't wait."
"Also, the newspaper is publishing the article about the verdict in a couple days. I've heard, that the school is being investigated, secretly."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but don't say anything. The reporter told me, as part of our deal, to keep hat part quiet."
"Why are you, barley telling me?"
"Because, my pops, has done business with Tyler's dad. The Mayor. And because of that, he Mayor is also being investigated. Which means they may find out about what ever business he and pops had going on."
"You're daddy is into the illegal stuff, right?"
"Exactly. The Mayor, is probably as crooked as they come. Especially in Cahoots with Giuseppe, for business."
"I just want to leave it behind me, as well as Tyler. The sooner we leave here the better."
"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna take you away from here. A month and a half left." He said.
"Thank the universe." She said, coincidentally as they sat in his car, staring at the clear sky filled with stars.
"See those two stars right there?" He pointed, "the two bright ones twinkling?"
"Yeah."
"That's us. Look there every night before bed okay. I'll be looking there too. Just in case we can't talk on the phone on account of Stefan and your cousin Melissa." He laughed.
"Deal. I'll look at her every night."
A/N So, I'm sorry I had to make Tyler the bad guy here. I actually love Tyler as one of my FAV TVD characters. But, I wanted to portray that people like his character in this story exist. Also, if it seems like Bonnie's being a strong young woman, and is still afraid of Tyler, she is. Sometimes, when a person assaults you continuously. No matter how strong some people are, it doesn't take away that strong people have fears too. And yes, Tyler isn't fully dealt with yet, but he will be. Bonnie will start to realize, she may not be Tyler's only victim. There was a moment when Bonnie told Elena, two on one is always better than one on one... that'll come into play. The board asking Bonnie to Apologize was bullshit, right? But don't worry they will also get what is coming to them. Damon and Bonnie are exploring more of their relationship as they become impatient, sexually. He taught her how to give a hand job. Which I hope I did okay making that scene feel realistic. It was sure fun to write. Anyways... This story is almost finished. YAY! Drop a line or two, maybe? Lol Thanks for reading.
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