I'm Never The One | Bamon

Chapter 1: 'In The Dead Of Night'

BONNIE SHEILA BENNETT IS NOT A COWARD

Not when she had to stay overnight at the hospital for the first time to get her appendix taken out; not when she had to save that little boy from drowning at the public pool last summer; and according to her Grams she hadn't shed a tear when her mom had abandoned her...Not one.

But for some unbeknownst reason she's getting second thoughts about going out tonight.

Not because she's anxious or suffers from a severe case of social awkwardness, that's not it at all. It couldn't be with her track record of attending most if not all town events and occasions. Mostly, because her best friend Caroline wouldn't let her spend nights on the couch under mountains of warm blankets binge watching 'The Golden Girls' on VHS.

No, not an ounce of fear is involved, especially not over some high school party. What really makes her question leaving the house is the funny feeling at the core of her stomach telling her it's not a good idea. Not, because she might get caught. That would be impossible with her father out of town for work after he promised that he would stay home this summer, but as usual failed to follow through. Her Grams, the only present authority figure in Bonnie's life, is currently fast asleep on the lazy boy downstairs.

There is no logical explanation for why she feels the way she does, but can't be bothered to care about the intuitive warning when her phone hasn't stopped buzzing for the past fifteen minutes. She regrettably picks up her cellphone from the bedside table and flips it open to read her incoming messages.

Caroline.

She knows she shouldn't be surprised when she sees who's incessantly texting her and even though she's tempted to ignore the disturbance, it is never a good idea to ignore Caroline Forbes.

The following messages are as expected.

Caroline: Where are you?!

Caroline: You should've been here forever ago!!

Caroline: Bonnie! Stop ignoring me :(

Caroline: If you don't get your butt over here-

The threats are clear and require a fast response.

Bonnie: Relax, I'm on my way. Jeez!

Caroline: Hurry!!!

Bonnie: Leaving now

Caroline: Yay, wear something sexy ;)

The message is received.

Overlooking her outfit in the bathroom mirror she adjusts the traps of her violet halter top with lace trimmings that ties around the neck and leaves her back bare. It's a bit more revealing than anything else in her wardrobe and she naturally hadn't purchased it herself. Caroline always makes sure to get her something from every shopping trip she goes on when visiting her dad and demands that Bonnie actually wear them instead of hiding them at the back of her closet. Even though it isn't exactly what she'd choose to wear she likes how it flatters her skin tone.

After fluffing her crimped curls she makes her way down stairs. Walking into the living room she pauses behind her unconscious grandmother and waves a hand in front of her face. Grams doesn't respond. If the empty bottle of apple cinnamon moon shine is any indication she would not wake up till tomorrow afternoon.