A/N: Hello! This is the author of the story, (obviously), this is quite a long chapter, and I wouldn't normally do author notes on this story, however, I thought I would add some warnings for this chapter for those who need it x

TW: suggestive sexual acts, vivid dreams of non-consent picture-taking, Mark Jefferson as a whole, Kate Marsh's aftermath of the viral video.

Bonnie didn't know where to start.

Looking at the giant blank canvas, no grid lines, no sketch outline, nothing. She was wracking her brain for any smidge of inspiration, and she just couldn't find it. She felt as if she was going crazy staring at the blank white canvas over and over and over again. She knew not to try and force inspiration; she couldn't force creativity and imagination. But she had to come up with at least something. Otherwise, her art teacher, Mrs Hack, would berate her in front of the class, for not listening, not doing the work, etc. and Bonnie didn't need that, not now anyway. She looked over at her other fellow art students, watching as Juliet painted away, humming to herself as she went, truly embracing the moment.

"Are you having trouble, Bonnie?", came Mrs Hack's voice, "because if you need a five-minute breather, feel free to take a step back, relax your mind, and then get back to it", came her voice. Mrs Hack was a temperamental woman, sometimes she was loving and caring, understanding that you couldn't force art, giving students a little "Brain Break", as she called it, before making them go back to work. And sometimes, she was a force to be reckoned with, making sure all of her students got their work handed in on time. Giving out detentions left and right if you misbehaved, lied, or didn't hand in homework. She must've been in a good mood today, she thought. Taking a breath, Bonnie stepped away from the blank canvas, and took a look out the window, sighing at the beautiful sunrays hitting the courtyard. God, she wished she could just go outside, draw as much as she wanted, sketch as many people as she could, making art that she liked. The issue with Bonnie's art was that she liked hyper-realism, that was all she drew, drawing hyper-realistic people, and it came out good too. But Mrs Hack explained to her that it could limit her in terms of creativity, that she'll come across art bloc eventually. That she needed to try out some more abstract styles to let her true creative freedom run.

"Can I have all of your attention please?", came Mrs Hack's raspy voice, all heads turning to look over at her, "now I want all of you to behave, we are all adults here and I'm sure you can be mature about this…" everyone waited with bated breath at Mrs Hack's next few words, "in two weeks' time, I have set you all up with a Life Drawing lesson, I think it's incredibly important for all of you to understand the anatomy of a human, it certainly moved my career forward, it's a very important lesson to have and I can all assume you are all going to behave accordingly. Any questions?"

All hands shot up.

"Yes, Juliet?"

"Will they like, actually be nude, who's going to do it?"

"Yes, Juliet, they will be like nude, that is how a life drawing lesson goes. Yes, Jason?"

"Is it a female or male?"

"Jason, I don't see how that is of any relevance, the decision on who will do it will be made in a week's time. Bonnie?"

"Will this be during school hours?"

"Ah, a sensible question, it'll be a double lesson, an hour after last period–", the shrill of the school bell interrupted her, she sighed before continuing, "Enough questions, for now, I'm sure you all have somewhere to be, please practice on your anatomy before the lead up to the lesson, I find that it will help you greatly, you are dismissed".

Packing up her things, leaving her empty black canvas by her station, Bonnie sighed, feeling like she had wasted a lesson, her mind was going wild, a life drawing class? She knew what that meant, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable by the fact that she had to see someone naked, not only that but draw them as well. In detail! A blush was rising itself on her cheeks and she sighed, she did not want to be a bumbling blushing mess in front of the nude model, that'll just make them uncomfortable as well! Sighing again she went to her locker and placed some of her folders in her locker, wondering if she could just go back to her dorm and try to forget all about the nude life drawing, she would eventually have to do. Sighing again, she leaned her head against the cold metal, in an attempt to cool her already merging headache.

"What's got you like that? You're never this grumpy", looking up she saw Nathan's face, peering at her with what she thought was a slight tinge of worry. Confusion swept her mind, she thought he didn't want to meet up with her during school hours, said it would ruin his reputation, whatever that means. She tried desperately to not feel hurt when he said that, trying to convince herself it was because he was just having one of his angry moods.

"Mrs Hack is making us have a life drawing class", Bonnie muttered.

"Holy shit, does that mean you'll be drawing someone naked?" Nathan cackled, slapping his hand on his thigh, "Shit Bonnie if you needed a nude model, you should've just asked", he smirked, leaning in closer to her, she almost choked at his words, did she hear that right? Did he just offer to be her nude model, a dark blush bloomed its way across her cheeks, her heart stammered, her hands sweaty, desperately trying to get the image out of her head, her heart racing, God, why did she have to react so violently to his words? Why was he leaning so close? She thought. He towered over her, looking down at her in such a way that felt sinful, to look at her like that in such a public place like the school hallway. His eyes were relaxed, and she couldn't help but notice his blue eyes looking from her eyes to her lips and back again, licking his bottom lip slightly, God, they were so chapped. He was so close that she could smell his cologne and boy did it smell yummy, definitely expensive, she could also smell a slight hint of smoke on him, which didn't surprise her, and she could smell coffee on him, and there was something else, something she couldn't quite work out. Clearing her throat, she looked up at him.

"Nathan, if you wanted to take your clothes off for me you could've just asked", Bonnie replied, almost parroting his words back to him, her blush was still there, her heart was still hammering and her hands were still sweaty, but he didn't need to know that. She tried to ignore the small blush on his now rosy cheeks, his parted lips as if almost in shock, it was a very cute look in him. "Now what was it you wanted Nathan? Thought we weren't meant to be seen together in the hallways?"

Clearing his throat, he shook his head, as if shaking his head would get rid of all his thoughts, "uh, yeah so, there's this Vortex Club Party going on, and I wanted to invite you, it starts at 10", he sniffed, rubbing his nose, Bonnie looked down, biting her lip in thought, she noticed that Nathan's leg was shaking again. There was a short silence between them, not the comfortable one that she was used to, but a tension that had resonated between them, something palpable, something you would notice at a seconds glance, "I want you there", he said after the tension became too much for him, "and uh, if you're worried about going alone, I know Kate will be there".

"Well, then how could I say no to Nathan Prescott, of course, I'll come, Nath, I've never really been partying before, should be fun", she smiled, "I'll see you there", and with that, she walked off down the hall to find the Photography Art Class, knowing that Kate was in there, she wanted to ask her about the party. She found it a bit strange that Kate was invited, knowing going to a Vortex Club Party of all things, was absolutely not her scene. Entering the photography room, considering the door was open, she found the classroom mostly empty, Taylor was by the corner, getting up to leave, and Max and Kate were talking in the far corner, packing up their things still. Kate was smiling, laughing at what Bonnie thought was Max making a joke, looks like they're getting along, she thought, smirking a little, she knew they would make great friends, she was practically a fortune teller at this point. She was just about to make her way over to them when–

"Bonnie Wells? Right? You're an art student here", looking up she saw the photography teacher looking down at her with an easy-going smile, a small gasp left her lips, that was the double espresso guy! The guy who gave her major creeps, probably not realising that she was a student at the Two Whales Diner, the guy who made Nathan act out weirdly. She tried to keep her expression calm, it was probably nothing, after all, it wasn't the first time some guy had acted weird to her, she wasn't stupid, she knew she wasn't ugly, she knew those extra tips that she got wasn't because she was a good waitress. But knowing that he was a teacher, made her shudder internally. Maybe he was just being nice, she tried to think.

"Yeah, that's me!", she smiled, trying to get back to her usual chipper self, it was an effort, that's for sure.

"You look familiar, do you take the photography course here at Blackwell?", he asked innocently, okay maybe he is just a normal guy, I'm obviously over-reacting, she thought, although my mom always told me to be wary of all men, always be on guard.

"No, I'm just an art student sir", she said, looking longingly at Kate and Max, oh how she desperately wanted to be where they are right now. Looking back at him she saw that look again, looking at her hair again, this time, it was down loose, splayed around her shoulders and face like a golden curtain, soft and fluffy, especially through the golden hour light, she looked radiant. Bonnie recognised that look on his face, it was the same look that Nathan had given her in the hallway, downright sinful. The only difference now is that with his look, she wanted to crawl away into a cave and never come out, to never be looked at again.

"Well, I'm part of the art program so I hope to see some of your work", he said, giving her a smile before walking out of the classroom. Letting out a breath of air that she didn't realise she was holding, she headed her way over to Max and Kate, noticing the stress already leaving her as she got farther and farther away from Mr Jefferson.

"Hey Kate, I heard you were going to the Vortex Party", Bonnie smiled, trying to get her mind off of all things Mr Jefferson. Kate smiled politely, picking up her bag as she headed her way over to leave the classroom, Max in toe.

"Yes, I am, I'm hoping it will ease the tensions between Victoria and me. I don't want any more hate brewing between us and her friends", Kate said cheerily, clutching her bags towards her chest as they made their way to the dorms. Bonnie smiled back, although there was a certain uneasiness in her chest, a feeling of foreboding, a dark black cloud looming over them, ready to shroud them in darkness.

"What the fuck am I going to wear?", Bonnie whispered to herself, digging through her clothes, and finding…nothing. She didn't have party clothes, she didn't have a little black dress to make heads turn, she didn't have a sexy number that would make everyone drool, it's just not something she was used to. She could feel panic bubbling up in her throat, she had to impress Nathan, this is the first time he's letting her into the Vortex Club, letting people see them as friends, as something. She couldn't mess this up. Reluctantly, she brought out her phone and messages the one person who could help her.

Me 9:38 PM:

I need your help, Nath invited me to the Vortex Party and IDK what to wear :((

Vicky 9:40 PM:

NO WAY! I knew he'd ask you, I'm on my way xoxo

And not too long after that, a knock came on her door.

"Make sure you're not naked! I'm coming in!", and soon enough Victoria barged through her room like it was her own, a handful of clothes in her arms, a smirk wide on her face, dumping her clothes on the floor before taking a seat on her bed, almost sneering at the cluttered mess on the floors and the bed.

"Bonnie, I know you're messy, but this is ridiculous, I'll pay for a cleaner if I have to", she commented, delicately placing her hands behind her to lean backwards, watching her with narrowed eyes, "and I didn't know you and Nathan were friends. Although I suppose that clears a few things up, he's been talking my ear off about you recently, he's calmer too, I don't what weird voodoo shit you're putting on him, but girl keep at it…", she paused, side-eyeing her, "are you sleeping with him? Is that it?" she asked. Bonnie choked on air, coughing slightly.

"Umm, no...?"

"Huh, then I guess he actually likes you then", she muttered, taking out her lip-gloss and reapplying, going for the pouty look she liked to go for.

"So, are you going to help me or what?", Bonnie sighed.

"I didn't bring those clothes for nothing BonBon, take a look", she said nonchalantly, crossing her legs and looking at her phone. Bonnie sighed, before rummaging through the pile that Victoria brought. Seeing skimpy shorts, skirts, low-cut crop tops, sheer lace tops–

"What type of party is this?" she asked incredulously, all the outfits were skimpy, low-cut, tight fit or revealing. Not exactly Bonnie's style, she tended to go for the sundresses, reasonable-length skirts, paired with graphic tees, or cosy sweaters, thick tights and skirts for the fall and winter. Bonnie liked skirts. She didn't usually go for the tight fitting, the things that showed.

"It's a party, Bonnie. What do you expect? There will be booze, tits out, dicks out, probably drugs knowing Nathan, and you know he's got the good shit. Oh, and good music" Victoria said simply as if she was just listing off her shopping list. Bonnie gulped, were the Vortex Parties really like that? She suddenly felt very out of place, this was definitely not her thing. "Look, I can tell you're nervous, and for some god-forsaken reason, you want to impress Nathan, and I'll help you with that, I know what he likes, I'm his best friend after all". She got up from her sitting position, leaning over the pile of clothes she bought over, rummaging through it, muttering to herself before picking out a slinky piece of black silky material.

"That'll do, you have a few curves here and there, but this dress will make you have curves", she chucked the fabric at Bonnie, who held it up to her face, a shocked look on her face, no way was that going to fit, it was tiny!

"That won't fit me, it is way too small, looks like a child could fit in it", Bonnie borderline shrieked, this party was freaking her the fuck out, she was not ready for partying with Nathan.

"Trust me BonBon, it's stretchy–"

"Stretchy!?"

"It will fit! Stop being a child, I'm going to leave the room, let you get changed, and then I'll style your hair, I won't do your make-up, I'm not your slave", and with that, she turned around and left the room, closing it behind her. Sighing, Bonnie lifted the silky black material, analysing it in front of her, there was no way she could fit into that, but trusting Victoria's words, she shucked off her skirt and shirt, before slipping her legs into the material. It was so soft. Tugging it over her knees, wiggling about as she slipped it higher and higher, and to her surprise, it managed to fit. Going over to her mirror she looked at herself, oh this really does make you curvy, she mused, seeing that her waist was cinched in, the thick darker lines of the dress curving around her breasts and waist, adding more to the desired hourglass figure. Bonnie let out a gasp, she didn't really look like herself, not really anyway. It wasn't her, but it was, just…different.

"BonBon? Are you done in there? I have to get ready too", Victoria's muffled voice came through the door.

"Yeah…yeah…I'm changed", Bonnie stammered back, and not a second later, Victoria burst in, an almost annoyed look on her face before she took in what Bonnie Wells was wearing.

"Wow Bonnie, you look hot, it's a shame you want Nathan…" she drawled, a smirk on her face, "ugh, your hair is so gorgeous", she groaned, before reaching behind her and styling it, Bonnie smiled, not knowing what to do with herself. Sure, she had gotten compliments before, mostly from her mom, a lot of the time from older men, where it came off as creepier than anything, she tended to ignore those ones. So, to have a compliment come from another girl, it felt like it meant something more as if they actually meant it. She could feel Victoria tugging at certain hair strands, twisting certain hair, feeling some of it twist and fall delicately on her shoulders.

"There you go Bon", Victoria stated, twisting her around to face the mirror, "Ta-Da!" she announced, shaking her hands for added excitement. She looked at herself. And again. Her hair had never looked so… styled before. It was twisted and placed into an elegant bun, loose pieces of hair framing her face delicately, giving her face a more angled look. She liked it. She smiled up at Vicky.

"Wow, Vic, looks like your skills don't only lie in photography, but hair as well".

"Well, what can I say? I'm a woman of many talents".

Bonnie glanced down to see her phone buzzing with messages.

Kate x 9:50 PM:

Hey Bonnie, thought I would let you know I'll be making my way over to the party. I'll meet you there :)

Nath 10:03 PM:

When are u coming? It's already crowded as shit over here, wanna see u

Kate x 10:14 PM:

Hey! It's quite crowded over here! Hope I'll find you x

Max :) 10:17 PM:

Have you done the homework yet for Mrs Hoida?

"Oh, damn, Kate's already there, we're so late!", Bonnie panicked, what friend was she to leave her friend to go to the party on her own? Victoria scoffed before walking to the door.

"Oh, please, she can look after herself, she's not 12. Anyway BonBon, I'm going to change, you better be waiting for me", and with that, she took off out of her room. Hoping that she wouldn't take ages, Bonnie collected her purse, her phone, and her power bank, she wasn't stupid, her phone was almost dead, and she would not be going to a party with it dead. Finding her flat black boots, I am not wearing heels and ruining my feet for one party. She left her dorm room, waiting outside of Victoria's room, spotting Taylor and Courtney already there and waiting, perhaps dressed even less than she was, she didn't judge, just admired the confidence they had to go out like that and not feel awkward. Bonnie felt awkward, the clothes sticking to her in uncomfortable ways, she knew she looked good, but it didn't feel right to wear the clothes she had, didn't feel like Bonnie. She glanced down at Taylor and Courtney's shoes, eyes widening at the height of the shoes, Courtney's shoes giving her the height to reach Bonnie's. Taylor towered over the both of them in the tallest heels that Bonnie had ever seen. Bonnie couldn't even imagine the pain they'll be in by the end of the night. Smiling awkwardly at them, she leaned against the wall, hoping Victoria would get ready quicker. She didn't talk to Taylor and Courtney much, and she was very aware that they didn't like her. But not wanting to ruin the night, the tension becoming too palpable, she spoke.

"You both look amazing", she smiled, "I know I wouldn't be able to pull that off". Courtney smiled, okay maybe she was getting somewhere, she could get along with Victoria's friends, even if they made some…unsavoury comments towards Kate, comments that Bonnie didn't agree with.

"Thanks, Bonita", Taylor's dry voice replied, Bonnie, flushed dark, she didn't like her full name, embarrassed most times as people like Taylor made fun of her for it, although her mom convinced her it was a beautiful name, she stuck with Bonnie. She could almost hear her mother's voice in her head.

"Oh, but darling, Bonita is a gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl, do you know it means pretty and cheerful? Just like you"

"Uhm, I go by Bonnie", came her mumbled reply, almost feeling defeated.

"Thanks, Bonnie, your outfit looks nice too" came Courtney's voice, feeling a smile reach its way up her face, Bonnie was about to reply when.

"All right Beatches, let's go", Victoria's voice barged through the conversation, marching out the door in her heels, short skirt, and lacy top, looking down she sneered at Bonnie's choice of shoes but ignored it. Together they swaggered out of the dorms, Bonnie lagging behind, wondering, how the hell are they walking so fast in those heels?

It was loud.

Almost too loud.

And crowded.

People were everywhere, some staggering about, some dancing, moving so fluidly as water would. Some were chatting together, leaning in so close, like it was such a special, intimate moment between just them. Bonnie tried her best to ignore the few people in the corner, very obviously doing drugs and not hiding what they were doing. The milling of people everywhere was almost overwhelming, bodies touching sweaty bodies, almost impossible to not bump into someone as you walked, the deep bass of the music thrumming through her brain. Beer cans, red solo cups and glass bottles littered the floor, just waiting for Bonnie to trip over them. She was almost glad that she didn't bring a jacket, already feeling hot from all the people in the room, bodies pressed against bodies. Looking over she could see a few people playing beer pong in the open-spaced kitchen, and a few men cheering on Hayden against Zachary, whom she recognised from Blackwell.

She couldn't see Kate anywhere.

She probably went to the bathroom, she thought, biting her lip in worry, a slight panic reaching into her, deep down. Shaking her head she grabbed her phone, still connected to the power bank, 28%, opening up her message app she hoped Kate would see it in the loud, bass-filled room of crowded people.

Me 10:36 PM:

Hey Kate, I'm at the party, I can't see you anywhere, send me a message and we can meet up!

Looking up from her phone she frowned, Victoria, Courtney, and Taylor had completely disappeared into the crowd. Sighing in frustration she edged herself around the room, hoping to eventually find herself by the kitchen where there was more room, hopefully, she would be able to find Kate there, or Nathan, or even Victoria, just somebody. She was so out of her comfort zone that she needed to see a familiar face. Just one. She had never experienced all of this before, all the loud sounds of the music, people cheering, shouting, laughing. The thick haze of smoke in one area of the room, the smell hitting her nostrils every so often. It was not pleasant. Knocking into people every 2 seconds was aggravating her too, just wanting at least some personal space, she could feel her boots crunch on some broken glass and food, she tried not to feel nauseous, tried to tell herself it was definitely food and not anything else.

Finally making her way to the kitchen, she glanced around, feeling her throat already parched. Glancing around she noticed that poor Zachary was failing terribly at beer pong, taking drink after drink, laughing with his other fellow jocks. Bonnie almost felt a laugh bubble up inside her as she witnessed Zachary having to take, yet another drink, almost falling over in the process.

"Hey, you finally made it", turning around she saw Nathan, relief welling up inside her. A familiar face, that was all she needed. He wasn't wearing his usual shirt, vest, and jacket combo. Almost. His white shirt was rolled halfway up his arms, showing off his forearms, his jacket slung over one shoulder, two red solo cups in one hand, hair slicked back as usual. Although, there was one tuft of hair sticking up, and Bonnie restrained herself from putting it back in place. Her hands itching to straighten it up. But she didn't it. She smiled at him, teeth, and all, hiding the uncomfortable feeling she had throughout her.

"Yeah, I'm here, course I would be", she nearly shouted, hoping that he would hear her through all of the noise.

"A part of me thought you wouldn't", he yelled, inching closer to her, mouth near her ear so he wouldn't have to shout as much, "you look hot though". Bonnie blushed, a thanks mumbled its way through her lips as she looked at him. Maybe Victoria's stretchy dress was worth it. Although nothing was worth wearing high heels all night, she was just relieved she stuck with wearing boots.

"One thing though, you look totally fucking hotter with your hair down", he mumbled in her ear, almost stumbling onto her. So, he's drunk, well, maybe not drunk, just very tipsy, she thought, maybe he was just saying that because of the alcohol in his system, but then again, a drunk man's words, are a sober man's thoughts. She didn't know what to think of Nathan right now, she was just glad he found her in the horribly crowded, hot, room. Her thoughts came to a stumbled stop when she felt his hands reaching for her head, gripping the hair clip, before clumsily taking it off, ruining Victoria's hard work, and letting her hair softly tumble over her shoulders, the way she liked it. The way Nathan liked it.

"That's better", he mumbled again, chapped lips touching the shell of her ear, "here, have a drink, and let's dance". And with that, he gave her one of his cups, before dragging her out to the dancefloor. Taking a quick sip of what he had gotten her, sneering slightly at the taste. Beer. She didn't like beer. As much as Bonnie was deemed as, cute, innocent, and pure, she liked alcohol, more so cocktails than anything else. She did not, however, like the taste of beer, believing it tasted like fermented socks with yeast. Wordlessly she tapped a random person on the shoulder, who, when they turned around, handed the red cup to them, not wanting to pretend to like it for Nathan's sake, no, she would stick to cocktails. What made her chuckle, was the person, a guy, who nodded his head in thanks, before downing the cup before her, not even questioning what was in it, feeling satisfied with getting a free drink from a stranger. She turned back around to Nathan, watching him down the drink in one, droplets of beer dribbling down his mouth before he finished and chucked the cup over some heads, before landing on the floor amidst the other bottles, glasses, and food on the floor. The temptation to lick off the remaining droplets was strong, Bonnie felt herself almost lean in before remembering who this was. Brooke was right, this was Nathan fucking Prescott. She couldn't just go and lick him. He looked down at her, smirking as if he could read her thoughts, before placing his hands on her waist. Shots of heat went from her waist to her heart, to her face, to everywhere. He hadn't touched her like this before, and she was not mad about it. Leaning in, she started swaying with him along with the music, or more accurately, the same bass music over and over again. Nathan leaned in too, his hands sliding up and down her, almost caressing her.

She could feel the throws of everyone around her, gyrating, some making out full stop, others just bouncing and swaying by themselves, content with just the music and themself. Feeling dangerous, she turned around, not knowing what had gotten into her before she started bouncing and swaying up against Nathan. She could feel his hands grab her waist again, pulling her towards him, she started moving more, pushing herself up against him, her ass hitting his groin slightly. Her blush deepened, feeling his excitement, of her being so close. She could feel him hardening against her as he moved closer, the thrumming of the music drilling through her brain, other bodies of people pushing her and Nathan closer and closer. She could feel the blush on her face, never leaving her, her palms sweating again, never, had she seen this side of Nathan. Or felt this side of Nathan. She could feel him pushing himself against her more and more, and she couldn't help but push back, a thrum of pleasure going down her as she heard him groan. A low rumbling in his voice, rough, and she wanted to hear it again, and again. She wanted to hear all of him. She felt a strange low buzzing coming from his left front pocket. Turning she looked at him, watching his face of contentment and pleasure turn to anger and frustration. Muttering in the crowd, he pulled out his phone, angrily tapping on the screen, and saw an influx of messages pop up on the screen. But Bonnie wasn't one to snoop, it wasn't her business.

"Ugh, the fuck, Bonnie I have to get going, I'm sorry", he then grabbed her hand, tingles going up her arm as he did, before dragging her to the sides of the room, before eventually leading her outside, the ice-cold air raising all the hair on her arms, her legs already feeling the bite of the cold on her legs, shit, I should've brought my bloody jacket. Nathan looked over, noticing her shivering, before grabbing his jacket, still slung over his shoulder, how he hadn't lost it, she didn't know. Slipping it over her shoulders she felt the immediate warmth it brought her, smiling in content, she thanked him. The jacket smelled of smoke, coffee and his usual cologne, her favourite smell. She slipped her arms through the sleeves before zipping it up, feeling the jacket sag over her, not fitting her right.

"Look, I got to go back inside for something, a little business to attend to, and then I'll drive you back, okay? I don't want you out alone like this", he muttered, a strange look in his eye, like he knew something she didn't.

"Wait, what about Kate, I never saw her at the party, but she said she was there, what kind of friend would I be, if I just let her get back on her own?", she asked, biting her lip in worry, eyebrows furrowed, she still hadn't seen Kate, where the hell was she?

"Message her, I'm sure she'll be fine, Bon", he sighed, "Look I'll come back for you, just wait here", before turning around and going back inside. Sighing, she looked down at her messages, hoping she got one from Kate, and to her relief, she did.

Kate x 10:56 PM:

I haven't been able to find you either! Don't worry, Victoria has been really friendly to me tonight, maybe I'm finally getting them to like me, we'll find each other soon! Kate x

Me 11:27 PM

Hey Kate, I can't find you anywhere, Nathan is taking me back home, do you want a lift or are you all right here? I don't feel comfortable leaving you here on your own x

Bonnie sighed, seeing her breath in the air from how cold it was, after this, she decided there and then that she didn't want to party again, not like that. As much as it was fun dancing like that with Nathan. She wasn't with her real friends, feeling the separation between her, Victoria, Taylor, and Courtney. Feeling the distance, feeling the fake-like friendship with them. And as much as she was upset that they ditched her the first chance they got, she couldn't be angry with them, they were all obviously, very excited about the party, and she didn't want to drag them down. She was just glad that Victoria was taking Kate under her wing, so to speak, at the party. As odd as it sounded. Hearing her phone buzz, she looked at it immediately, still worried about Kate.

Kate x 11:31 PM:

Oh, you're so sweet, don't worry about it, Victoria said she and her friends were going to get a cab on the way back, they said I could join them! I wouldn't interrupt your alone time with Nathan, have fun x

Releasing a breath of relief, Bonnie put her phone back in her purse, letting it charge some more. Looking around, feeling another chill go down her spine. Jesus, it is cold out, even with Nathan's jacket. She looked around, the cool night air felt clear, the sky a pitch black of ink, no clouds covering the bright shining balls of light, it was a beautiful night and Bonnie felt the serenity of just standing there, taking in the moment, still able to hear the slight bass of the music back inside. Being in the pure moment, of pure, utter isolation, even if a door was separating her from hundreds of people. Noticing the near empty car park with just a few cars parked in the distance gave an uneasy chill down Bonnie's spine, sure, there was no one around, but it didn't help that she felt like someone was watching her. The hairs on the back of her neck raised, she pulled the jacket tighter around her body, feeling as if she wasn't covered enough, feeling as if someone was undressing her. Watching more intently at the parked cars further down she realised she wasn't as alone as she thought. She watched as the grey car down the road flashed its headlights before turning off completely, seeing a man get out, muttering to himself, wiping his hands, opening the boot, and rooting around for something before slamming the boot shut again. Muttering to himself even more than before. She could barely make out the man's features, seeing a glare on what she presumed were glasses reflecting from the half moon. The muttering got angrier, slightly stressed, and Bonnie knew she did not want to be anywhere near whomever the man was, but it was almost like she couldn't look away, she wanted to see his face. She heard the familiar default iPhone ring, emitting the man's face in an artificial glow. She gasped, seeing his face for the "first" time.

Mark Jefferson.

What the hell was he doing outside of a student party?

A question that Bonnie didn't want the answer to. Not really anyway.

She gasped quietly, okay maybe her original suspicions of Mr Jefferson were right. She didn't know what it was about him, but she knew to stay away. Far away. She watched as he talked on the phone, barely able to hear any of his words, just a low rumbling at this point. She leaned further against the door, hoping in some way it would make herself more invisible. It didn't. She watched as he scanned the parking lot, glancing over everything, making sure he was alone. But he wasn't.

No, Mark Jefferson was not alone.

Holding her breath, she made direct eye contact with Mr Jefferson, seeing him pause. Watching her. He was mostly shrouded in darkness, except for the slight glow of his phone next to his ear. They stood, each staring at the other, daring each other to make the first move. Was Bonnie going to go back inside? Question him. Ask why he was outside of a student party when he is a teacher. Was he going to march up to her and demand if she heard anything from the phone call? Was he going to leave?

The door to the party opened. Stopping her from finding out.

Nathan stepped out, putting his phone back in his pocket, his sleeves still rolled up, hair still slicked back, except for the one tuft of hair being rebellious. Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief. Nathan was here. She'd be safe, they could go home. To her dorm, forget the party ever happened.

"You doing all right Bon? You looked freaked the fuck out", Nathan asked, looking down at her, those gorgeous blue eyes filled with worry and concern, a slight stressed furrow of his brow. She nodded silently, giving him a weakened smile, trying to act as if she wasn't just having a staring contest with a teacher who scared the shit out of her for no reason that she could give except, that he gives me the creeps.

"No, I'm okay, I just want to sleep, I messaged Kate, she's all right, she can get a lift home", she hummed, clogging along beside him as they got to his red truck, one of the few vehicles in the parking lot. She peeked over, to her right. Mark Jefferson was still there, standing there, watching her, his phone further away from his face as if he had ended the call. She hurried her footsteps, skipping slightly as if to look fine. Because skipping was a joyous happy movement. And she was fine.

And it was not because she wanted to get to the truck faster without it looking frantic.

"Are you skipping!?", Nathan laughed, voice raspy, he shook his head, chuckling to himself as he got his keys, opening the truck door for her before going to the driver's side. Before bolting out of the parking lot before Bonnie had got her seatbelt on. They flew past, Mark Jefferson's face was now but a blur of nothing.

"This is where I leave you", Nathan said, shoving his hands in his pockets, face blushing, as if he hadn't just said the most cliché thing ever. Bonnie chuckled, they were outside the girl's dorms now, she had no idea what the time was, she just knew it was late, too late that it was probably morning by now, but it didn't matter, it was still dark, the night air was still so clear, and she was with Nathan, it couldn't be better. She started unzipping his jacket, she should probably give it back to him, he'd want it back after all, plus it was most definitely expensive.

"Keep it, for now, it's still cold out", Nathan muttered, scratching the back of his head. She smiled; he is so cute. Sucking up the courage, she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, hearing his gasp, the tingles that went down her lips, the smile that brought its way up to Nathan's face, and not the fake one he used on his friends, no, a real one.

"I'll see you tomorrow Nathan", she said shyly, a blush making itself clear.

"You will".

She was cold.

It was bright.

An incessant clicking.

Nonstop.

She wanted it to stop.

It wouldn't. Opening her eyes to a bright light, so bright it burned her eyes. An artificial light. Fake.

"Stay still! Bitch", came a dark voice, echoing across the light, looking around she couldn't see anything, or anyone, just pure, white, nothingness.

Where am I?

A sharp sting landed on her face.

"I said STOP MOVING", the voice was closer now, moving closer.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

She didn't understand, it sounded like a camera. She wasn't quite sure, she held her face, feeling the sharp sting, whoever it was they slapped her hard. Looking around again she could see studio lights, a set, and camera equipment. Where the hell was she? She didn't understand.

"Oh, Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. So pure, your face in that perfect balance of unknowing, unconsciousness, beauty. So angelic, and yet, there's that slither of sin you have residing in you, and you will let me explore it…see how far we can go with your sins versus your purity, and capturing it…in the moment", the voice was louder now, almost overpowering her, too loud, by her ears. Looking over…

facing the voice…

Mark Jefferson appeared in her sight.

Gasping, she awoke.

Sweat poured down her face, her hair clinging to her forehead. Looking around she saw she was in her dorm room; it was just a dream. One she wished she'd forget. Looking down she saw she still had on her big shirt that read, "Only Real Artists Rinse Paintbrushes In Their Tea", and her leggings. The ones she clumsily put on last night before going to bed and sleeping like a rock. Grabbing her phone she checked her messages, needing to see if Kate got home okay. Panic rose in her as she saw no messages from Kate, just a few from Victoria, Nathan, and one from Brooke.

Chucking her phone, she got up and almost sprinted to Kate's room, a horrible, sickly feeling in her chest. A feeling so strong you couldn't let go of it; a feeling so bad you felt as if you were going to throw up. A feeling so intense it made your heart race, your brain riddled with panic and anxiety. A black sludge of feelings building up, bubbling over, overflowing, coursing through your whole body. Knocking frantically on Kate's door, Bonnie barged in.

Almost letting out a sigh of relief at seeing Kate…until she saw the state of Kate.

"Kate!"

There she was, huddled up in the corner, looking so lost, so small in the room, her eyes were stained red, her hair a mess, her clothes were rumpled, as if she wore them all night. The clothes from yesterday.

"Don't touch me", she wailed, hiding her face into her knees, her sobs echoing the room, panicked, shaky breaths stuttering through her. Bonnie felt tears welling up inside of her, seeing Kate in the state she was. Ignoring her demand, Bonnie rushed forward, crouching down to Kate, wrapping her arms around her. Feeling her shake, her sobs, her cries. It was almost unbearable, hearing her like this, seeing her like this, Bonnie felt tears escape her.

"I should've waited for you, I'm sorry Kate, I'm so sorry!", Bonnie whimpered, clutching the poor girl tighter in her arms.

She didn't ask Kate what had happened that night.

She would find out later that day, a certain video going round the masses, filmed by the very person who gave Bonnie the uncomfortable dress. The one who supposedly helped her but then abandoned her. All to film a video.

But for the moment, the two girls sat, huddled next to each other, tears falling down their angelic faces. Arms wrapped around each other as if to protect each other from the bad, sinful way of the world. Away from the cruelty that was humanity, away from people, hiding away from the phones, the cameras. Everything.

Bonnie didn't know the whole story.

But she vowed she would find them; she would find who made Kate like this. Who made Kate this upset. She would find them. And nothing would stop her.