I'm Never The One | Bamon

Chapter 9: 'Booty Call'

LAZING PEACEFULLY ON THE COUCH, WRAPPED UP IN A BLANKET, BONNIE WATCHES THE TV WITH INTENSE FOCUS

"Come on, bet, bet..." Just as the show she's watching cuts to a commercial break she yells, "I knew it!"

Ever since her disturbingly spooky display at the Grill the other night she's been wondering if her Grams might be on to something. Watching her recorded episode of 90210 she correctly predicts the next commercial to come up on screen.

Her cellphone beeps before she can fast forward the program.

>1 unread message

Damon: What are you doing right now?

She can't believe that she's become one of 'those girls', but she'd be lying if she said she isn't excited to hear from him. After that night, she's been hoping the next time she sees him will be sooner rather than later.

Bonnie: Watching tv

Bonnie: You?

Another beep.

Damon: Thinking about you

She holds in her squeal, she is definitely one of those girls.

Bonnie: Miss me already?

Damon: You have no idea

Damon: I want to see you

Then he sends a message that not only causes her heart rate to sky rocket, but malfunction.

Damon: Can I come over?

"Be cool, be cool." She whispers to herself. The thought of having a guy over is overwhelming enough, but Damon is not just some guy. He's older sexy danger guy who fingered her in the public bathroom of a family restaurant, so she's basically in cardiac arrest.

Not wanting him to think that she's not interested, she promptly replies,

Bonnie: Yeah, sure :)

After she sends him her address the panic sets in.

She shoves the blanket off her shoulders and quickly gathers the used and empty dishes into her anxious arms then rushes them to the sink. She races up the stairs to her bedroom to prepare.

Teeth flossed: check

Hair brushed: check

Everything shaved: check (which may or may not be due to the fact that she's been physically preparing for the possibility of this event since they exchanged numbers).

Looking at her dresser mirror, her eyes widen at her attire: a school brand hoodie and sweats.

Ripping off her clothes, starting with her fuzzy socks, she hops to the wardrobe. Pulling out all of her pyjamas, some of which has already been worn. Sifting through the clothes, she finds a pair of thin cotton material black shorts which reminds her of something that could match.

Opening her underwear drawer, she digs through it until she finds what she's looking for. A v-neck camisole long enough to be nightie in the same colour. It has thick lace trimming and two ribbon strips outlining the area where her boobs would be, a tiny ribbon bow connecting them.

Changing into the ensemble, she's glad to have added the shorts, not wanting to seem too desperate. Then again, he is the one asking to come over at eleven o'clock on a Thursday night.

Getting her head back in the game, she tidies up her room. After putting all her clothes away; clearing the floor; and straightening the duvet on her bed; she checks her reflection one last time.