The Heavenly Appeal {A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction}

{16} In The Wake Of Things

Another update for you guys:) I do not own The Vampire Diaries, but I do own my own separate plot lines and my own OCs. Have courtesy not to copy and paste. - Her Lady

Chapter Sixteen

In The Wake Of Things

=-Mystic Falls, Virginia-=

2010

I think my prayers from yesterday were answered when Bonnie barged into class a few minutes late, saying, "Sorry, Mr. Saltzman. I'm late."

All the heads in the classroom turned to the chocolate-skinned beauty with realizing expressions of surprise. It had been a weeks since anyone saw Bonnie and so much had happened since - supernatural or not. "Find your seat," Alaric dismissed with a smile. "So it looks like we have a full class today. Just in time, too."

At the corner of my eye, my friends were giving her scrutinizing stares before smiling at her return. "Hey," she mouthed to Caroline and I but completely avoided glancing at Elena or Stefan as she sat a few desks away from our group. Caroline didn't really notice a thing about the tension between her two closest friends and faced forward, partially listening to Alaric's speech about how ridiculous he found it to be to have the community leaders far more important than learning what our regular curriculum called for - World War Two.

Elena, on the other hand, frowned and turned to me questioningly. "Is Bonnie alright, Char?" She whispered under Alaric's voice, "She looks - I don't know - pissed or something."

I could only shrug, muttering back, "Don't ask me." To her discomfort, I was still a little sore about having Elena not listen to me during that rescue of ours. I had to remember that she was alive and well; we all were.

I had warned her though - for future circumstances and she promised to listen. Hopefully there wasn't anything to worry about in the months ahead, but I had a feeling we weren't going to be so lucky. The last time I had talked to Bonnie was days ago after our rescue attempt, but before the Founder's Day gala. I was as confounded to see her here as Elena was, but there was something different about Bonnie. From the apathy in her aura, I could tell that she wasn't over Sheila's death - not even medially. I was far from okay with the missing presence of her grandmother, but at least I was trying to get through my grief. Bonnie appeared to be keeping it in.

After I had seen my godfather in the party yesterday, I watched as Damon followed John into a private room with a troubled yet mischievous look on his face and returned ten minutes later alone with an aura of satisfaction. I was hyped up with anxiousness with Alaric's obvious worry and had unconsciously gripped Stefan's arm a little tighter. It was when John spoke in front of the podium when I had seen the black-haired vampire's shocked face, his blue eyes glaring accusations at the blond. Damon had done something to John and I still had to ask what the hell it was that got Damon so astonished. My instincts screamed that it probably had something to do with the similar ring on John's finger.

When the bell rang, Bonnie shot out of her seat and rushed out of the classroom with Elena hot on her heels. I glanced at Stefan who shot me a small, taunting smile before he walked out as well. He was acting a little loose for once and I wasn't sure if there was something more to it. New clothes and perfect gelled hair? The Salvatore brothers and Elena were keeping things from me and it bothered me. In or out? I really didn't know yet.

"Not yet," I muttered under my breath.

Caroline waited for me as always but more impatiently than usual. She grabbed my hand and yanked me to where they headed off. "C'mon! Didn't you see earlier? Bonnie's back!"

"Didn't you guys talk on the phone?"

She didn't look deterred by my weary tone and asked curiously, "Don't you want to talk to her?"