Summary: After her father found her passed out, he decides to move her across the country after taking a promotion. They move to Beacon Hills, which to Bonnie is normal to an extreme point. Unfortunately Bonnie does not ever get to be normal. BonniexStiles
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These two shows (Teen Wolf and The Vampire Diaries)…I wish. Would be making some type of bank.
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It was almost seven o’clock when Bonnie and her father left their new home that following Monday. The weekend had been uneventful, at least by Bonnie’s standards. To her father, they had gone through a lot of trouble to get furniture picked out, decide on a day to have it shipped in: it would be that Monday around the time that Bonnie was due home. Also there was searching the town for spots that the Bennetts would need to get familiar with. They found the grocery store, as well as a few convenience stores. They discovered restaurants, a few places to hang out. That was more of a hint to Bonnie though. Lastly they found the school, to which Bonnie would register to enter and finish her senior year there. Bonnie let out a sigh of relief, knowing she was only going to be there for a year. Bonnie had already planned to go to school in North Carolina, so this did not derail her in the slightest.
When they had gotten home, her father had ordered them pizza. One for him, and one for her. Bonnie had an incredible appetite for such a tiny thing. Mr. Bennett had commented multiple times on her ability to eat twice her size in food, and never gain an ounce.
Bonnie was not going to tell him that the reason for her abnormal appetite was because she was always in a state of using magic. Because of that, it saps energy away from her, from any place it can find it. Bonnie could not gain an ounce even if she wanted to. If she were to stop eating she would lose weight, which on her tiny frame was drastic. Bonnie had learned the hard way that eating was important to a witch. There was a time that her dad thought she had an eating disorder, to which he had mentally prepared himself to confront her about, as well as having had pamplets, and an assortment of information and assistance ready. But the next day she was up and fine, looking as healthy as ever. When he came to her about her weight, Bonnie almost laughed. But knew not to. She just explained that she had been too tired and stressed from school and that had ultimately showed, but she had been eating regularly. Of course he did not believe her, but instead of voicing it, he just kept an eye on her as much as he could. By the time of his next business trip, Bonnie was still going strong. It was when he came back that he had found her looking tired, and thinner. That was just only a summer ago. Now Bonnie was lapsing between tired, and healthy, but she remained distraught.
The ride to school was quiet. Bonnie was focused on everything but what was in the car. Her father, known for his constant driving safety lectures, was so focused on the road, he almost forgot why he was driving in that direction in the first place. Once they pulled up to the high school and parked, they walked into the building, searching for the main office.
Just as they walked in, a woman at the front greeted them with a smile.
“How may I help you today?”
Mr. Bennett gave her a smile and a nod. Bonnie just gave a small nod. She was not in the mood to be courteous, not at this time at least.
“We are here to enroll my daughter, Bonnie Bennett, into your school.”
The secretary maintained her smile, and soon got up.
“I will go see if Principal Argent has arrived yet.”
The woman excused herself and made her way to an office with two chairs waiting outside of it. Bonnie noticed that on her desk there was an intercom. She then focused her attention back to the woman, who had gone into the office.
Bonnie had been around strange and supernatural for too long to not know when something was off.
The woman quickly returned, and sat back down.
“I am so sorry for the delay. Principal Argent is here, and he will see you now. Good luck.”
Mr. Bennett thanked her, to which she welcomed him. Bonnie just gave her a tight, but tired smile.
Bonnie was not happy. No that was an understatement. Bonnie was furious. No that was not good enough.
Bonnie was enraged.
That was perfect.
As it turned out, some of Bonnie’s credits did not transfer over. That would have been okay, Bonnie was ahead of schedule. Principal Argent did not seem to think so.
“Young Lady, you have missed over a months worth of school. That is two credits worth here.”
Bonnie could feel the edge of annoyance grow and fester into something she would have rather not dealt with. Instead she stood there jaw ticked eye brow arched, fighting the actual temptation of turning on the sprinklers and going Carrie in that high school.
“What does this mean for her getting into this school?”
Mr. Argent took one last look over her transcript, highlighter in hand.
“Well she is technically going to have to repeat her second semester of her Junior year.”
Bonnie clenched her fist. Was this really happening?
“I am sorry sir, but this is her senior year. She had already sent in her college applications. We even got an early acceptance letter from some. Is there not anything we could do?”
Mr. Bennett was fighting for his daughter as much as he could given the circumstance. Bonnie knew he was going to be late for work if they prolonged this though. She already knew the answer.
No.
And that is exactly what he told them. Bonnie exhaled, trying to calm herself as much as she could. It was best if she just went with it. She could always defer for a year. She could also redo her senior year. No magic, no demands, no being cheated on by ghost. None of that. She could have the most normal of Senior Years ever. Plus her birthday was in August, she would be okay being eighteen next year since a lot of Juniors were born in 1992 as well. She would not be odd. She could lie about it as well. This could be fun.
Bonnie kept thinking of everything just to not snap and destroy everything that was that school.
Once the papers were finalized, Bonnie was taken to the secretary who was smiling at her. Bonnie gave her one back. The woman gave Bonnie some papers to fill out. Bonnie wasted no time to get them done. As soon as the secretary put the files in a small stack, she took Bonnie and they walked off to the Guidance office. On the way there, Bonnie got to take a peak at some of the student body. The first thing she spotted was a mass of red, or strawberry blonde, hair. It was connected to what Bonnie assumed was a pretty girl. She could feel the essence of popularity on her as well. She was talking to a tall and quite attractive brunette. She had a nice smile, and seemed alarming. She looked up from her friend to see Bonnie looking them as she passed by.
“Who was that?” Allison had asked.
Lydia looked behind her and saw no one out of the normal.
“What, or whom, are you talking about?”
Allison had only been there since the beginning of the semester, but she had learned almost every distinguishable face at that school, at Lydia’s persistence. Allison could tell you every football player, every lacrosse player, every member of every committee without problem. And that face was not one of them.
“I think there is a new girl.”
Lydia perked up at that.
“You mean fresh meat?”
Allison looked at her slightly worried about that kind of talk.
“Uhm…okay…”
“Did you get a good look at her?”
Lydia had taken out her phone, opening what looked like a posted note. She turned her attention back to her best friend, expecting her to answer.
“Uhm. She was black. I think light brown skin, I don’t know how to explain it, long dark brown hair. She was short; shorter than you.”
“Excuse you.”
“…She was tiny. Her clothes looked kind of earthy. Like how a hippy would dress.”
“Specifics please?”
Allison leaned into her locker. She took a minute to think about it.
“Uhm, green blouse, thin straps. Blue jeans. A pair of sandals I think. If she was in heels, then God bless.”
Lydia was typing away.
“Anything else?”
“What else would there be Lydia?”
The red head pointed to her face.
“Her face what did it look like? What were her features like?”
“I could not see that well. When I looked at her face. I think she had green eyes. Like really green”
“Contacts probably.”
“Rude!”
“Sorry, but I have yet to meet anyone who has ‘really green eyes’. Continue.”
“Her jaw was offset a little.”
“Like Scott’s?”
Allison gave her friend a slightly pointed look. Lydia ignored it.
“Yes. Like Scott’s.”
“Anything else?”
“There is that eyebrow…it seemed to stay arched.”
“Ooh, judgmental. I like that.”
Allison shook her head as she watched her best friend type away as quickly as possible. People had started walking in, going to their lockers, trying to cram books into their lockers and bags, while socializing as much as possible.
“So are you going to go sneak off with Scott in school, or are you going to do the smart thing and wait till later to do something completely dangerous and stupid?”
Allison turned to her friend, who was giving her a completely curious, but knowing look. Lydia was good for making things too confusing. She was hard to figure out, while being complete easy to read at the same time.
“I won’t even respond to that. We have class.”
Despite getting there before many of the staff had gotten there, Bonnie still managed to miss a large portion of her new class schedule. It was around block two of the day, when Bonnie went to her first class. Chemistry. Bonnie had hated Chemistry. As soon as she walked in, the class was dead silent. Luckily it was not because of her, but because they were taking a quiz. She did a small sweep, and then turned over to the teacher.
“Uhm, may I help you?”
The teacher gave her a look of annoyance. Bonnie just handed him a paper. He looked at it, and then puit it down. Moving to the side of the room, he took out supplies for her. Once he brought them to her.
“You are going to need a partner, but since everyone is paired off already why don’t we just make you that awkward third wheel?”
Bonnie’s eyes narrowed at that statement. He just ignored it.
“A few of my students are a part of the lacrosse team, so they are going to be late. Just go sit at the middle table please.”
Bonnie nodded, and made her way to her new table. Once she settled down, she took out her notebook and waited to start taking notes.
Only ten seconds in her new spot, a group of boys file into the class. It was only four students at most. Two of them Bonnie had not seen before. Those two were cute. They had an air of high school importance to them. Bonnie was familiar with that feeling. One was Caucasian, and he was model boy pretty. But he had a sneer, grin on his face. He walked past her, taking a look at her before sitting by his friend, who in features reminded Bonnie of Tyler a little bit, and asked.
“Hey, who’s the new chick?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you go ask her?”
They did not have to. The other two boys, who Bonnie remembered well from Friday, looked at her dumbstruck.
Scott was more upset that she was sitting in his chair.
Stiles was sure that fate was saying something to him.
“Bonnie?”
“In the same class as us dude.”
“In my seat…”
Stiles turned to Scott and gave him a look.
“Not important. Bonnie Bennett is in our class, with what looks like a pen, pencil, and notebook. Meaning she is here to learn. Meaning she is attending this school. Meaning…”
Stiles stopped talking, not knowing what else to say after that.
Bonnie gave him the most confused, and tired look.
“Yes Mr. Stilinski and McCall. Ms. Bennett here is in our class. You finally got something right. Now please take your seats.”
Both boys went to their space around their new table mate. Stiles was giddy and bubbling all over. Scott was muttering under his breath about how he couldn’t take his seat because she was already in it.
Class went on. There was the occasional whisper here and there. When the class was given an assignment, Bonnie was forced to having to ask the table behind her for a little of some of their ingredients. Jackson just gave her the most condescending of looks. The boy beside him, who she learned was named Danny, gave her the most sincerest of smiles, and handed her some of theirs. Bonnie thanked him and went back to her table to complete the assignment.
When class was over, everybody filed out of the class
“Hey Jackson.”
The pretty model like boy turned to his friend.
“Yeah?”
“Her name is Bonnie.”
Jackson just gave him a smile.