He would much rather take on a hundred demons that face this hell.
High school. He was still pretty sure that Alec and Izzy cheated when they drew straws but despite being the sore loser he would follow through with the mission. Shouldn’t take more than a few days to figure out who was behind the attacks in the school so posing as a new student would be quickly over.
“Hey..hi.” He was late already as he jumped off his bike to tap the redhead on the shoulder.
Cue a charming smile. “You couldn’t be an absolute angel and tell me where I find European History could you? Kinda tardy…kinda missed my chance at you know…initiation or whatever” Gloved hands wave off the notion.
Bonnie was on the school yard, marching to the entrance. She would visit her locker, take out her history and English book, as she would need them for the first two periods before the break came. First lesson history…a small sigh parted her lips, her mood already receding a little — at least they had Mr. Saltzman now, and not Mr. Tanner who would always pick up on Bonnie, embarrassing the tiny redhead in front of the class. It wasn’t her fault, history was just complicated, with all its dates, and events, though science wasn’t any better.
Her thoughts came to a halt as she felt someone’s hand upon her shoulder. Bonnie spun around to face the stranger, her curls bouncing, and falling into her face, which she quickly brushed back. A blond boy with blue eyes, and a…pretty cute smile approached her, asking for directions to his class: European History. What a coincidence! She had the same class at first period. He was late for his tour round the school, but the first lesson would start in a few minutes. A small chuckle rolled off her lips when he added he would buy her a coffee, if she helped him out.
❛You don’t owe me anything,❜ she stated, smiling genuinely. ❛Follow me, and I’ll show you to the class room. I happen to have the same course as you.❜ After a moment, she asked him for his name, and introduced herself. ❛What’ syour name? I’m Bonnie.❜