Chapter 4 - I wanted to surprise you
So, it was fairly simple.
Every day, for two days Bonnie would get out of bed, get dressed, eat breakfast and check her phone.
Three days into her life at her new school, it wasn't so bad; and it was easier to get out of bed on the third day, than on the first day. Breakfast was much the same, random small chat, a drive to school, and a walk into the cafeteria.
"Zeke?" Bonnie asked as she looked around the room, buzzing with footsteps, laughter, milk being sucked through noisy straws.
She knew the guy was there somewhere. They'd agreed to meet in the cafeteria, since that's where he went in the morning. Although, Bonnie had no need for it; she ate at home and wasn't much for morning conversations.
"Over here." his voice came from behind her, and she turned, walking over to a round table, with 6 seats around it, only one occupied.
Bonnie pulled her back pack off, dropped it in the center of the table and sat down beside him.
The last few days hadn't been, bad per-say, but they weren't the best either. Getting used to doing school work again was a challenge and her feet hurt from walking all over the place.
But, so far, her only friend, Zeke, was making things easier.
"You look tired." she noticed, brushing her curly hair behind her shoulder.
Zeke had his head on his arms, eyes closed, but his kippah was still straight on his brown hair.
"No shit." he whispered, and this made her chuckle.
"How does your mother feel about your choice of words?" Bonnie asked moving her head to also rest against her folded arms.
"Like any Orthodox Jewish mother, she's clueless." Zeke said and turned his face to hide completely in his arms.
Bonnie sat back up a little and reached over to touch his hair for a second.
"How does your kippah say on?" she asked curiously.
"Bobby pins." Zeke said, his voice muffled by his arms.
"Hmm." she mumbled and pulled her phone from her pocket, smiling at a message from Damon. It was from the night before, but still.
Damon: I don't know I think they're an interesting pair none the less.
That had been Damon's response to a question about a possible relationship between Stefan and Caroline.
Bonnie had fallen asleep and not seen the message until she woke up that morning. She wasn't sure if she wanted to answer yet though, as she was positive he was asleep.
Honestly, she was just wondering when he was finally going to come visit.
"Are you ever going to tell me who you're texting?" Zeke asked, opening his hazel eyes and lifting his head back up.
"Are you ever going to stop being so noisy?" Bonnie asked crinkling her nose and shoving her phone back in her pocket.
Zeke rolled his eyes, and placed his hand underneath his chin.
"Well, I don't know all that much about you. Your friends are Caroline, Stefan, and Damon; they all live in Mystic Falls." he said slowly.
"I know Caroline is your best friend, but other than that." he shrugged.
Bonnie sighed, "You're not so good at opening up either you know."
"Well, I know that. You're my only friend, so." Zeke said furrowing his brow.
"I still don't understand why." she started.
"Although, you do have the whole, irritated, loner thing going on."
Zeke glared at her.
"See, there it is." she pointed at his face and smiled.
"You're lucky I'm talking to you." he said grabbing his back pack from the table.
Bonnie stood up and did the same, watching him stand up.
"Me? I've given you half my pens already."
"Well, I didn't forget one today." Zeke said as the two of them made their way through the school and to 1st hour.
Mr. Wyatts was standing in front of the open door, and looked a little surprised too see Zeke there, before the bell had even rung.
"Bonnie, you're a good influence." he smiled and she smiled back a little, although Zeke didn't like attention drawn on him and quickly moved past them in into the class room.
"Are you doing alright with the Over Dose packet?" the teacher asked her and she nodded.
It was nice that she didn't have to do the CPR packets, only the hands on work. But she did admit that doing the over dose course on her own at home was a little difficult.
"It's not that hard, but I was wondering if I could stay after school today, I need help with page three of the B packet." Bonnie mentioned, watching as several other teenagers wandered into the class.
"Of course." Wyatts said and before she turned to walk into the class he had one more question.
"You're doing well with leading your group, do you want to continue leading?"
Bonnie blinked, "Ah, yeah sure." she agreed and then walked into the class room.
She pulled her binder and pen out before placing her bag around the back of the chair and sitting down.
"Good news, I'm still leading the group." she said turning in her seat to face Zeke who was scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Good for me anyway." Zeke replied bored, and clicked his pen a few times.
Bonnie looked away from him and pulled her phone out of her pocket, deciding to text Damon back.
Bonnie: Have you awoken yet?
Once the bell rung, Mr. Wyatts walked back in, closed the door and stood leaning against his desk.
"Alright, today's a slow day. The only paper work you have is the warm up. After that you'll get into your groups, and practice what we've been learning." he explained and grabbed a stack of papers.
"Whether you actually practice, or talk about your personal lives, is none of my business."
He started handing the papers out to each row, expect to Bonnie, who just handed the papers backwards to Zeke.
"But, remember, CPR is an important skill to have."
Wyatts walked over to sit at his desk and pulled up the attendance screen.
"Here." Bonnie said when he called her name, and then continued watching Zeke filled out the warm up.
"Why don't you have to do any of this again?" Zeke asked her, looking up from his desk.
Bonnie's phone vibrated.
"Because I've already learned CPR." she reminded him and looked down at her phone.
Damon: Awoken? Who am I Dracula?
She snickered and typed back quickly.
Bonnie: You could be.
Once everyone handed in their warm ups, Bonnie gathered with Zeke and the 8 other people in their group around two CPR dummies. They were half of a body, with a face, obviously to breath into the fake lungs, and a chest to do the compressions.
Bonnie slid over to one of the dummies on the floor, and sat behind it facing her group.
A few people in the group were chatting, but she didn't care she just wanted to remind them of what they learned and they if they wanted to practice, whatever.
"Alright so... Place the heel of your hand on the center of the chest." she explained, showing them.
"Then the other hand on top of your own. Press down about 2 inches, at a rate of 1 compression every half second, until you get to 30 compressions."
Bonnie did the compressions, and then looked back at the other kids.
"After the 30 compressions, tilt the head gently, and lift the chin with two fingers, give two breathes. Then back to the compressions, do it as long as you can but if you feel faint then you should stop whether or not the person is breathing, ask someone else to step in and continue."
She did this, then looked at everyone.
"Okay, so, if you want to practice then go ahead."
Bonnie moved away from the dummy and a few people crowded around them and she could already hear jokes about "blow up dolls." buzzing around.
She rolled her eyes and sat beside Zeke who seemed distracted so she pulled her phone out to see if Damon replied to her text yet.
Damon: Whatever you say witchy...
She chuckled and set her phone down, looking over at Zeke who was still looking across the room with a slightly sad look on his face.
Bonnie blinked and turned a little to see who he was looking at. His eyes seemed to be fixed on a girl, and a guy, sitting on a desk across the room, obviously a couple.
"What's up with them and you?" she asked, looking back at Zeke who looked at her.
"Uh, nothing really." Zeke lied, and she raised an eyebrow.
Bonnie looked back at them, and at the guy, whose eyes flickered over towards them for a second."
"Did you used to be friends with him?" she asked Zeke.
"Yeah." Zeke replied, flipping his hair out of his eyes.
She pursed her lips, "Hm, what did you both like that girl or something?"
"Something like that." he said and pulled his phone from his pocket.
"You want my number so we can text or whatever?" Zeke asked, and she nodded.
They traded numbers, and Bonnie didn't mention the previous topic, although she was curious.
Zeke didn't seem to have any other friends, so whatever reason him and this other guy were no longer friends, must've been serious.
I suppose liking the same girl can cause a problem.
Bonnie thought to herself, and shrugged, looking over to watch several people messing around with the CPR dummies.
Finally, she was in the second to last class. One of her favorite classes. Although, she still was running around several ideas in her head for what to write about. She still had another week to get a story done. It couldn't be that difficult.
"You still haven't decided what to write about?" Zeke asked, and she turned in her seat to face him.
"No. I have several ideas, I just need to decide." Bonnie said slowly, tapping her pen on his desk.
Zeke rolled his eyes, "Tell me the ideas." he insisted and she furrowed her brow.
"You tell me what you're writing about first." she said and poked his closed notebook.
"Not gonna happen." Zeke slid his notebook further away from her and she shrugged.
Bonnie sighed, turning around her her seat and resting her chin in her hands, elbows on the desk.
Ugh, I'm kinda sleepy.
She thought to herself, and remembered she needed to stay after school with Mr. Wyatts.
Pulling her phone out, she messaged Carrie.
Bonnie: I'm staying after school to get help in first aid.
Several seconds later she got a reply.
Carrie: Ok, Doug and I probably won't be there as usual, but my father will be.
Bonnie opened her notebook and stared at her several ideas.
Spell book that can destroy the world.
Cliche new vampire at school. (everyone digs that thing right?)
Werewolf pack, new member comes along, messes everything up.
All her ideas were good ideas in hindsight, but none of them excited her. They were all typical fantasy ideas. Which was okay, but she just wanted something that excited her.
She could tell one of her own experiences but which? If at all?
Bonnie's phone vibrated, and she looked at it, face a little squished from her hands.
Damon: How is your day doing?
she exhaled, and slowly replied.
Bonnie: Okay I guess. Lots of work, I'm staying after school to get help.
Already, she missed her friends, her car, her old school, her dad... Maybe she didn't miss all the terrible memories that town held, or the past crazy vampire drama. But, she did miss Mystic Falls in a sense. Or, missed the people there anyway.
Damon: Teachers pet.
She scoffed, lips turning up at the edges as she typed back.
Bonnie: I am not.
Rolling her eyes, for the unknown number of times that day, she set her phone down and tried to focus on what she wanted to write.
Shit, it was harder than she thought. Normally she was pretty good at writing. She hadn't told anyone, or really made it a big deal, but she loved writing. Not in a journal, although that wouldn't be a bad idea. But, actual stories...
Eventually, school was over, and she'd gotten about as much help as she possibly could have from Mr. Wyatts. Hopefully she'd be ready to take the test soon.
Zeke had stayed behind as well, but not as long as Bonnie, telling her to text him when she got home, to make sure she was safe.
Bonnie shoved the things she didn't need in her locker, and put her coat, gloves, scarf and hat on, before slinging her backpack on.
When she exited the rather quiet school, it was snowing. The ground was already covered with about an inch or two of snow, and the sky was a pale dim blue.
Exhaling, she folded her arms over her chest as she walked, turning down the road.
Normally, her walk was from the bus stop, to her house.
This time, she was walking from the school to her house. So her usual, quarter mile walk, was now 2 miles at the shortest route, 4 miles at the longest route.
"Fun." she whispered to herself, and pulled her phone out, Googling the directions to make sure she knew where she was going, and shoved it back in her pocket as the screen started to fog up.
Her boots crunched against the snow, and she tried to just focus the sound of it, since it seemed to make the trip faster.
"I miss my car!" Bonnie sighed exasperated after the first mile was coming into a close, and her ankles hurt, her nose was cold even with the scarf doing it's best to cover it.
Grumbling she started walking down the sidewalk rather frustratingly, swinging her arms around, vibrating her lips and stomping her feet as she went along.
She was still doing this, although, tiredly, as she made it another half mile. Just half a mile to go.
"Well, now I have to pee, so, that's great." Bonnie mumbled, and stomped a little bit faster.
"Someone's a little grumpy!"
The voice yelled, and she blinked, looking up from the sidewalk and about 9 yards in front of her was the last person she expected to see.
Damon was there, slowly walking towards her, he was just a small line in her vision, but she knew it was him without a doubt.
Bonnie inhaled, and as he grew closer she propelled herself forward and started running at him through the flurry.
2 seconds later, she slammed into him, and threw her arms around his torso.
"Damon!" she huffed, squishing her face against his leather jacket.
Damon he looked down, a little surprised.
"Woah there." he chuckled.
Bonnie blinked, and pulled away from him.
"I'm sorry." she said slowly, "I'm just so surprised."
Damon rolled his eyes and she gasped when he grabbed her by the waist, pulled her up into his arms, her feet off the ground, and she tossed her arms around his neck so she wouldn't fall.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming today?" she asked.
Damon's face was against her shoulder.
"I wanted to surprise you." he told her as he set her back down on the ground.
Bonnie's face flushed with warmth, and she looked up at the man who towered above her; like a sky scraper.
"Well, you definitely did." she chuckled, and brushed snowflakes from her face as they melted.
"Wait, if you're here, then, does that mean you brought my car?" Bonnie asked, and Damon smiled, giving her a silent answer.
Her eyes went wide, excited.
"It's back at the house, with my car." Damon told her.
"You wanna flash us there, speedy?" she teased, not wanting to walk another half mile in the cold.
Though..Damon, who was dressed in jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, leather jacket, and combat boots, looked almost glorious, his pitch black hair contrasting with the white snow.
The tall vampire suddenly grabbed her by the arms, and Bonnie's head went dizzy for several seconds, everything was a blurry. They stopped in the driveway, and Bonnie gasped several times.
Damon didn't let go of her until she looked like she could stand up straight.
"What the hell!" she breathed, putting a hand on her head.
"I told you, only I nickname." he teased, and she glared at him, unamused.
Bonnie inhaled, feeling a little dizzy still and the cold wasn't helping.
"As you can see though, your car is here." Damon said and motioned with his arm.
Bonnie looked over to see her gray car hooked up to the back of his light blue Camaro and smiled.
"Okay, well, I'll give you that." she said slowly.
Her breath was billowing out in front of her in a white mist, the tip of her nose red. Damon eyed her lips which were turning a slight purple.
"We should get you inside, you look cold." Damon insisted and she nodded, turning around.
Bonnie walked up the stairs and unlocked the door, Damon stood at the threshold, unable to go in.
"Ah, shit, I forgot." she face palmed herself.
Biting at her lower lip she sighed.
"Arthur!" she called back into the house.
A few seconds later, the old man walked into the living room.
"My friend from Mystic Falls is here." Bonnie told him, and the mans eyes went wide as he stopped beside Bonnie.
"Well, look at you!" Arthur said, and Damon chuckled a little.
"May he come in?" she asked, and the old man grinned.
"Of course! He's magnificent!"
Bonnie's face blushed red, "Okay, okay, go back to whatever you were doing."
Arthur waved them off and walked back into the kitchen.
Damon stepped inside slowly, his boots thudding against the floor.
"This is... quaint." he said as he closed the door behind him.
Bonnie nodded and kicked her boots off, pulled her hat, coat, gloves and scarf off and tossed them in a pile near the door. Holding only her
She shivered and watched as Damon took his own boots off.
"Let's get you a blanket or something." he said with a chuckle and she shook her head.
"Let's just go upstairs." Bonnie insisted and headed for the stairs.
They both walked upstairs and to her bedroom. She flipped the light on and exhaled, her finger tips still felt frozen.
It was weird, she hadn't really hung out with Damon before. She didn't expect him to be at the airport much less come all the way to Queens.
"You can sit there." she told him, closing her bedroom door.
Damon looked around for a second, and then sat down on the futon that was folded up into a couch.
Bonnie sat down a little ways beside him, pulling her blanket until her lap and rubbing her hands together.
"Thanks for coming, and bringing my car." she said after a few seconds of awkward silence.
"Yeah, you're welcome."
She fiddled with the blanket in her lap.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Wasn't that a question?" he messed with her and she rolled her eyes.
"Sure." Damon replied after a second.
"Why all the sudden..." Bonnie started, "...are you interested in talking to me, saying goodbye to me at the airport, visiting me?"
Damon licked his lips, and looked at her hands in her lap for a moment before looking back at her face.
"Do you not want me to be interesting in talking to you, visiting you?" he asked, his forehead creasing.
She blinked, "No, that's not what I meant... You just, didn't seem to be very interested in me before."
"I guess, I just, started to notice you more. All the loss has made me appreciate people more." he said, blue eyes pouring into her face.
"Is that alright?" Damon asked, and his prolonged gaze into her eyes was making it her face flush a bit.
"Yeah, it's alright." Bonnie told him, unsure of whatever to say.
The fact that Damon, for whatever reason was interested in sitting next to her, talking to her, shouldn't have even been something she cared about. She'd never cared about it before. But, for some reason her heart was picking up it's pace.
Damon tilted his head to the side, "You alright there?"
He reached over and touched her fingers with his hand, and the iciness of the tips of them started to melt a little.
"You're freezing still." he chuckled, and scooted a little bit closer.
Her face started to get really flushed, and her heart was beating hard, so Damon pulled his fingers away from hers, feeling like he was making her uncomfortable.
"I'm okay." she cleared her throat and pulled the blanket up to her chest.
"Really? Because your heart is beating pretty fast." Damon said with a small smirk.
This didn't help the situation.