Brightened Days [Kol Mikaelson]

Ain't My Fault • FIFTEEN

"You just made me trip, fall,
And land on your lap.
Stuntin' bad boy smooth.
Body hotter than a summer.
I don't mean to be rude,
But I'd look so damn good on ya."

• F i f t e e n •
Ain't My Fault

"Hey, you look... damn, girl," Bonnie grinned as we hugged. I blushed, mumbling a 'thank you' as I moved back to Kol's side. My boyfriend wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my cheek.

"She looks hot," Kol said.

"Very," Bonnie winked at me. I rolled my eyes at the both of them. We all had just got to the college. My best friend had rode in Damon's car with him and Elena. Kol and I as promised were here too.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this?" Elena asked, stepping over into our little circle now.

"If I could spell you out of wanting blood, I would. But I can't, so better you doing this now than at freshman orientation," Bonnie told her.

I furrowed my brows and shared a look with Kol who was equally as confused. I shrugged it off, just listening to their conversations.

"Something tells me that college isn't in my future anymore," Elena sighed.

"Oh, stop with the pity party. If I can go to college, you can go to college," Damon spoke up, standing next to her and tossing an arm around her shoulder.

"You? You went to college?" Bonnie asked and I snorted. Yeah right.

"Sure. Plenty of times. I always had a thing for sorority girls," Damon shrugged.

"You're disgusting," Bonnie spat.

"I know," Damon smirked and I cleared my throat. His blue eyes met my green ones and the cocky look dropped from his face. When Damon and I first started seeing each other, it wasn't official really, but we had kissed and went on a few dates. But that was when he was also using my sister. And I caught him partying with druggie Vicki and a bunch of sorority girls. Kissing them, smacking their butt, dancing around half naked... All of them drunk but that didn't matter. I was bothered by it.

"We're here to meet a professor, right? Let's go," I suggested with a shaky voice. Damon looked as sorry now as he did when he apologized that day oh so long ago. But it didn't matter now. We were done.

"Yes, professor Shane," Bonnie smiled. We were here because this professor had took over her grams old occult class. And he had some stuff that still belonged to her late grandmother. Bonnie wanted to pick it up and talk to him.

"Lead the way," I said to her, placing my hands on her shoulders. She chuckled and started walking with me following her like this. I felt Kol's hand tug at the bottom of button down shirt dress, making sure it covered my bottom I'm sure.

The dress was orange, long sleeves, with a crazy paisley type of print. I paired it with a black purse and these tall knee high tiny heeled boots that consisted of a bunch of cross cross laces, leaving skin exposed. Kol loved the outfit, he's the one who picked out the shoes. "Isn't that dress a little short?" Damon asked out of nowhere.

"Isn't it none of your business," I retorted.

"Trust me, I've got her covered," Kol said, his hand squeezing my right cheek. I jumped before looking over my shoulder at him with an amused smile. "Oh, sorry, princess."