AN: I know that some of you are probably saying, "Oh no this bitch didn't just start a new story when she hasn't even updated Playing with Fire."

But yes, this bitch did, lol. I couldn't sleep last night so I got up intending to write something for Caught Up but this came out instead, so here we are, sorry guys.

But don't plan my murder just yet. When inspiration hits for PWF I will update immediately, I promise. I just don't want to disappoint you guys. So please be a little more patient with me.

Now with that being said, this new fic will be OOC, so I'm putting that out there now, beating you to the punch before you can complain, lol.

I hope you like but if you don't that's okay. I still luv you guys.

Enjoy.

All eyes seemed to be on the three gorgeous girls dancing together in the middle of the dance floor as Bruno Mars' Locked Out Of Heaven blared loudly from the gigantic speakers as they knowingly teased every guy inside of the club with the tempting picture they presented as they moved their young nubile bodies to the music. They were the three hottest chicks in the club hands down.

The leggy blonde was Caroline Forbes; the slender brunette was Elena Gilbert, and the petite caramel skinned girl with the pretty chocolate curls was Bonnie Bennett. They were juniors at Whitmore College and they were the very best of friends enjoying a well deserved night out on the town.

Bonnie was the one who suggested switching things up a bit instead of doing the same thing they did every Friday night which was hit up some frat party on campus. So the three girls got all dolled up in there best clothes and hopped into Caroline's red jeep and off they went.

Neither girl was yet twenty-one so to say that they released a collective breath when all three were given the green light to enter the club after brandishing their fake IDs was an understatement. Each of their hearts had been pounding away as the huge bouncer looked them over before nodding his head and letting them inside.

"That was so close. See Elena, I told you not to make Bonnie so old." Caroline said, looking at the brunette with the pin straight hair.

For a minute the girls were afraid that the bouncer wasn't going to let Bonnie inside because he kept looking from her ID to her face as if he wasn't buying that she was twenty-three. Caroline could have strangled Elena who'd made the fake IDs because Bonnie looked nowhere near twenty-three, hell she wasn't even officially twenty yet like her and Elena with the younger girl's birthday being a month away.

Elena rolled her eyes, not in the mood to hear her blonde friend's mouth. So she cut Caroline off before she could really start in on her.

"We're inside the club Care and that's all that counts, damn…get a fucking grip will you." She said, glaring at her blonde friend as she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

Caroline narrowed her blue eyes. And when Bonnie saw this she intervened.

"Okay guys, we're here to have some fun so let's not get distracted, alright…let's get a drink." She said and then proceeded to grab both of their hands and drag them to the bar.

That was almost two hours ago and now each girl was feeling good and presently dancing provocatively with each other in that lesbian way that straight girls sometimes did when they had a little too much to drink.

Dicks everywhere were starting to get hard watching them.

And the three girls were very much aware of the effect they were having on the opposite sex; it was a little game they liked to play to get the guys all worked up. But for some reason Elena took the game a little too far tonight and leaned in kissing Bonnie on her mouth. Bonnie's alcohol induced mind was delayed by a few seconds so it took her a moment to realize what was happening.

What the hell?

The caramel skinned girl pulled away. Bonnie Bennett didn't get down like that. She was strictly dick.

"No more alcohol for you Miss Gilbert…you are officially cut off." She said still dancing, blaming her friend's behavior on the alcohol.

Elena smiled lazily, snapping her fingers as she moved her body to the music. The brunette leaned in towards her petite friend once more like she was about to kiss her again and Bonnie turned around giving the drunk girl her back.

After a moment she motioned to the bar. "I'm thirsty…I'm going to go get something to drink. I'll be back." Bonnie told her friends and then left the dance floor. Elena stopped dancing, running a hand through her long hair as she watched her friend walk away.

Bonnie was upset.

What the fuck was up with Elena?

It was one thing to have fun and dance and pretend to be gay to get the guys all riled up but she drew the line at any real physical contact and she didn't give a fuck how turned on it made some guys get to see two girls kissing. She wasn't into that shit.

And tomorrow, the caramel skinned beauty was going to straighten her friend because she didn't play that. And though there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay, she wasn't and that was that.

It was well known that Elena went both ways, liking both girls and guys. She'd come out of the bisexual closet back in high school and both Bonnie and Caroline supported their friend. These three girls were supper tight. They'd known each other since they were in elementary school and couldn't bear to be apart, so much so that it was vital that they all got into the same college. And though they had one more year left in school no one talked about what would happened once they all graduated.

"Can I buy you something a little bit stronger?"

Bonnie wasn't in the mood to be hit on, not after being kissed by Elena so she didn't even bother to turn around and get a good look at him first before saying no, she had already shut him down in her mind.

"No thank you. My soda is fine." She said.

The guy wasn't fazed one bit. He ordered her a drink anyway."Can I get a screwdriver for the beautiful lady, please?"

Bonnie sharply turned her head to face the guy. "I said, no…thank…you."

"Oh come on, don't be that way. I'm trying to be a nice guy here. Let me buy you a drink." He said, looking her up and down languidly.

The small girl had had enough. "What part of no thank you didn't you understand?"

All the playful flirtation left the guy's face and he turned nasty. "Why you little stuck up bitch…"

"Goodbye." Bonnie said, cutting him off and leaving him standing there looking like the idiot he was.

Bonnie was ready to go. She no longer felt like dancing so she made a b-line for their table and was surprised when she saw that Elena and Caroline were already sitting down waiting for her and they weren't alone. A good looking guy with sandy blond hair and brown eyes was sitting in her seat.

"Bonnie, you're back!" Caroline said excitedly, patting the empty seat next to hers. "Sit…sit, look we have champagne!" She said pointing to the bottle sitting in a silver tub of ice on the table.

The man put down his drink as he took Bonnie in. Tonight was definitely his lucky night, surrounded by three gorgeous young women.

The petite beauty looked at him and he noticed that her eyes were green. She took the seat next to her blonde friend.

"Bonnie, this is Kol…oh shit; I forgot your last name." The girl said, giggling.

Kol's eyes moved back to Caroline. "I never gave it, darling." He said with an Australia accent.

This made Caroline laugh even more. She was really fucked up.

"So I gather that you attend Whitmore College as well?" Kol asked, directing his question to Bonnie.

Bonnie turned away from Caroline to look at him. "Um, yeah…I'm a junior…we all are." She said, gesturing to her friends.

When Bonnie saw Elena reaching for the bottle of bubbly without thinking she reached over the table making a grab for the bottle before her already drunk friend could get to it, unknowingly putting her tight little ass directly in Kols face. He licked his lips.

"What the fuck?!" Elena yelled as she watched Bonnie pull the champagne bottle out of her reach and sit it down on the table in front of her.

"No more alcohol for you …you've had enough." She said.

"So who are you my mother now Bonnie?" Elena said, leaning into the table.

"As a matter of fact for tonight, I am. Trust me, you'll thank me tomorrow." Bonnie said."

Elena rolled her eyes, sitting back in her chair with arms crossed over her chest.

"Hey Bonnie, before you came Kol was just inviting us to a party. Are you up for it?" Caroline asked, taking a sip of champagne from a tall glass.

Bonnie looked at her bubbly blonde friend like she'd lost her mind. They didn't know this guy from Adam and she wanted for them to go to a party with him?

"Um Care, don't you think it's getting late?" Bonnie asked, giving her the eyes.

Caroline didn't take the hint. "Yeah, so what…it's Friday…we don't have classes tomorrow, it's fine."

Before Bonnie could respond, Kol spoke up. "Then that settles it…let's go ladies." He said getting up from the table.

"Wait…hold up a second. Care, I don't think this is a good idea." Bonnie said, gripping the table.

Caroline smacked her lips. "Come on Bonnie, live a little…it'll be fine. It's not like Kol's an axe murderer or something." She suddenly looked up at said man. "Are you?"

Kol chuckled, finding her adorable. "No darling, I'm not an axe murderer…I promise." He said, crossing his heart.

Caroline beamed up at him. "See Bonnie, everything's alright. Come on let's go."

Bonnie shook her head. She couldn't believe that she was about to do this.

Everything indeed turned out to be just fine. Kol Mickaelson, Bonnie found out his last name while chatting him up at the party, wasn't an axe murderer and the party he'd brought them to was in an a mansion in Beverly Hills. The girls' mouths had dropped when they followed behind Kol's white Lamborghini in Caroline's jeep and he drove up into this sprawling, gorgeous estate. Neither girl had been exposed to this type of wealth.

And it was now almost two o'clock in the morning and Bonnie was ready to go back on campus to their dorm.

The three girls had gotten separated sometime during the night with Caroline going off with Kol and then later a really cute guy caught Elena's eye and she disappeared. A number of guys had tried to talk to Bonnie but she was in a mood and they all got shut down by the beauty. So Bonnie went in search for her girls to round them up so that they could leave. She was just turning a corner when she literally ran into another body and the drink the guy was holding spilled all over the front of her dress.

The dress she was planning on taking back to the store. Yes, Bonnie Bennett was that girl.

She gasped when she looked down at the ruined two hundred and fifty dollar dress. Her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Oh god… Oh god… Nooo!" Bonnie exclaimed in sheer panic.

That two hundred and fifty dollars was the money for her books! Oh god!

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you coming." The guy she'd bumped into said.

Bonnie didn't say anything. She didn't even look up at him. She was in total shock. She couldn't possibly take the dress back now. Her money was gone. What was she going to do?

"Club soda…I need some club soda!" She said thinking out loud, walking straight past the guy to the open bar that whoever owned the house had set in the spacious living room.

Once armed with the small bottle Bonnie hastily made her way to the bathroom she'd been in earlier that thankfully no one was using at the moment. She was so preoccupied that she didn't even realize that the guy had followed behind her.

Bonnie wasted no time at all taking off her dress, not bothering to close the door because all she could think about was trying to salvage the expensive garment so that she could get her money back. So clad in nothing but a matching red lace bra and panties and four inch heels, Bonnie Bennett got to work on the dress, unaware of the sky blue eyes that pierced the back of her body from head to toe.

His eyes ate her up, from the delicate curve of her back and the tiny waist to the flare of her hips and tight globes of her ass with the gorgeous pair of shapely legs all encased in that flawless caramel colored skin of hers.

She was stunning.

His eyes traveled back up her body to her bowed head and he saw the look of panic cross her features when she raised her head, her pretty face now visible in the mirror and he realized that whatever she was doing to the dress in the sink wasn't working.

"Oh god, what I'm I going to do?" He heard her say to herself.

And when he saw her wipe her eyes with the back of her slender hand he realized that she was crying.

"Look, what happened to your dress was my fault…so, let me pay for it, okay. How much did it cost?" He said, making his presence known as he walked into the bathroom.

Bonnie wasn't even startled. She was so upset that she didn't even bother to look at him. All she could think about was how she was going to get the money to pay for her books.

"The dress was two hundred and fifty dollars." She said, thinking that he was now going to try and back paddle to get out of paying that much.

The guy was silent for a moment and then Bonnie heard him swear under his breath.

See, she knew it.

"I don't have two fifty." He said, looking in his wallet.

Bonnie snorted lightly shaking her head as she looked down at her ruined dress.

"I'll just have to give you three hundred and we'll call it even." He said, handing her three crisp one hundred dollar bills.

Bonnie's head snapped around so fast in total shock.

And her green eyes widened.

He was gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. And his eyes. Bonnie had never seen anyone with such striking eyes. They were so blue.

And that's when the girl suddenly realized that she was standing there half naked in front of this very handsome man but it was too for modesty, it is what it is, so she sucked it up. Bonnie knew she was a beautiful girl so she wasn't embarrassed in the least about her body. It was just his eyes were so intense, penetratingly so, that they made her want to cover herself.

She broke away from the stare of his eyes, taking the money from his outstretched hand. "Thank you." She said, relief settling over her as she felt the crisp bills in her hand. She had the money for her books. Thank God.

"By the way, my name is Damon…I figure since I've seen you in your underwear you should at least know my name."

This made Bonnie smile and eased away some of the awkwardness of the situation. She looked up at him once again and realized that he still had his hand out to her.

She shook it. "I'm Bonnie…it's nice to meet you Damon."

"Like wise." He said, smiling.

Oh god. She could have melted right there. Her heart sped up.

Bonnie Bennett didn't have a shy bone in her body but his fucking eyes were doing strange things to her insides. He just kept staring so directly at her that when his eyes finally moved away to her ruined dress in the sink she released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding in.

"Your dress is now soaking wet…what are you going to put on?" He asked.

The petite girl was too busy gawking at the gorgeous man in front of her for his words to penetrate her brain but when they finally did she began to panic once again. Tonight was not her night.

Fuck!

She couldn't just walk out of this bathroom into a party full of people in her bra and panties!

Damon took off his jacket. "Here, you can put this on."

"Oh my god, thank you! You keep saving my ass tonight. I can't believe it." She said, gratefully putting on his jacket. It looked like a dress on her once she buttoned it up.

Bonnie's major was in fashion, clothes were her life, so much so that she did stupid things like buying expensive clothes that a poor college student such as herself could never ever afford only to return them back to the store before the 30 day grace period on returns was up.

So the talented fashion student easily made quick work of the large black jacket, folding up the sleeves and popping the collar, allowing just a peek of her red bra underneath to show.

"Damn." Damon said in awe as he watched her transform his jacket into a chick little outfit.

Bonnie smiled at him in the mirror.

"I want to work for Vogue after I graduate. That's my dream job but my friends keep warning me not to aim so high that I'll only be disappointed because getting a job there is next to impossible... but I'm going to do it." She said, determinedly as she leaned her back against the balcony.

She and Damon were outside on the second floor balcony of the huge mansion while the party carried on just one floor below them. They'd been out there talking alone to each other for over twenty minutes.

He stood next to her, his blue eyes trained on her pretty face. "After seeing what you did with my jacket, I believe you. You are very talented Bonnie."

Bonnie's green eyes widened slightly. She swallowed hard. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. All of her life Bonnie had been told that she wasn't going to amount to anything, that she was just like her momma.

"Thank you." She said quietly. "I appreciate that."

They settled into a comfortable silence as they stared at one another.

Bonnie turned away after a moment, facing the gorgeous view in front of her of the city below. It was magnificent. One day she was going to live like this, in a gorgeous house made of glass with stunning views overlooking the city just like this.

Bonnie's phone buzzed inside of her small purse alerting her to a text message and putting an end to the quiet moment between them.

She opened her purse, pulling out her phone. "It's my friends…they are finally ready to go." She said.

But now she wasn't.

Bonnie sighed, placing her phone back inside of her purse.

Damon cleared his throat. "Look, I know you're probably swamp with your classes and everything but I really would like to take you out sometime." He said.

Bonnie smiled up at him. "Okay, that would be great."

Damon returned her smile. "Great."

They exchanged numbers.

Two hours later, Kol and Damon sat alone in the now empty, messy house, having a nightcap. Kol was feeling very relaxed. He always did after fucking. That blonde chick, Caroline, was really something. He was definitely going to see her again.

Kol propped his feet up on the coffee table, causing Damon to side eye him.

"Hey, get your fucking dirty feet off my furniture."

"Don't you mean my sister's furniture? This is Rebekah's house after all…and her furniture."

"Fuck you." Damon said, forcefully pushing his brother in law's feet off of his table.

Kol chuckled good-naturedly. "Stop being so touchy. I was just kidding around."

Damon brought the glass of bourbon in his hand to his mouth, not finding Kol amusing in the slightest. He was a little prick who needed his ass kicked and if he kept running off at the mouth Damon was going to do just that and he didn't give a damn what his overly protective of her little brother wife said. Fuck Kol and fuck Rebekah too. In fact, fuck all of the Mikaelsons.

"So what time will my sister and that spoiled little four year old son of yours will be returning tomorrow?"

Damon rubbed his face, suddenly feeling very tired. "Sometime after twelve."

"Then I suggest you have the cleaners here bright and early to put this place back together because Rebekah will not be happy."

Damon killed the last of his bourbon. "She never is."