The Hunters: Moonsong Chapter Three

Bonnie cushioned her red twists as she rushed over Dalcrest's extraordinary grass. It was so truly here. Little flagstone ways circumscribed the garden, beginning to the different dormitories and study hall structures. Brilliantly hued blossoms †petunias, impatiens, daisies †were developing all over the place, by the sides of the way and before the structures. The human landscape was quite great, as well, Bonnie idea, secretly peering toward a tanned person lying on a toWellnear the edge of the garden. Not clandestinely enough, however †the person lifted his shaggy dull head and winked at her. Bonnie chuckled and strolled quicker, her cheeks warm. Truly, shouldn't he unload or setting up his room or something? Not simply lying around half stripped and winking at passing young ladies like a major †¦ be a tease. The sack of stuff Bonnie had purchased in the grounds book shop clunked delicately in her grasp. Obviously, she wasn't ready to purchase books yet, as they wouldn't pursue classes until the following day, however it turned out the book shop sold everything. She'd gotten some extraordinary stuff: a Dalcrest mug, a teddy bear wearing its own adorable little Dalcrest T-shirt, and a couple of things that would prove to be useful, similar to a productively sorted out shower caddy and a col ection of pens in each shade of the rainbow. She needed to concede she was truly amped up for beginning col ege. Bonnie moved the sack to one side hand and flexed the squeezing fingers of her right. Energized or not, al this stuff she'd purchased was overwhelming. Be that as it may, she required it. This was her arrangement: she would turn into a renewed individual at col ege. Not so much new; she enjoyed herself fine, generally. In any case, she would turn out to be to a greater degree a pioneer, increasingly develop, the sort of individual who individuals stated, â€Å"Ask Bonnie,† or â€Å"Trust Bonnie,† as opposed to, â€Å"Oh, Bonnie,† which was totally unique. She was resolved to step out of the shadows of Meredith and Elena. They were both fantastic, obviously, her closest to perfect companions, however they didn't understand how frighteningly in control they were al the time. Bonnie needed to turn into a stupendous, ful y in-control individual in her own right. Besides perhaps she'd meet a genuine y unique person. That would be decent. Bonnie couldn't genuine y accuse Meredith or Elena for the way that al the path through secondary school, she'd had a lot of dates however no genuine sweethearts. In any case, the straightforward reality was that, regardless of whether everybody thought you were adorable, if your two dearest companions were perfect and brilliant and amazing, the sort of fellow who was glancing to fal in affection may discover you a smidgen †¦ soft †¦ in examination. She needed to concede, however, that she was mitigated that she and Meredith and Elena were al living respectively. She might not have any desire to be stuck in their shadows, however they were stil her closest companions. What's more, after al †¦ Crash. Somebody collided with Bonnie's side and she misplaced her thought process totally. She stunned in reverse. A huge male body swayed into her once more, quickly pounding her face against his chest, and she stumbled, fal ing against another person's side. There were folks al around her, pushing each other to and fro, kidding around and contending, giving no consideration to her as she was jarred among them, until a solid hand abruptly steadied her amidst the disturbance. When she discovered her feet, they were getting off once more, five or six male bodies swiping and pushing at each other, not halting to apologize, as though they hadn't saw her as anything over a lifeless deterrent in their way. Aside from one of them. Bonnie ended up gazing at a ragged blue T-shirt and a thin middle with Well-built arms. She fixed up and smoothed her hair, and the hand grasping her arm let go. â€Å"Are you al right?† a soft tone inquired. I'd be better in the event that you hadn't nearly wrecked me, Bonnie was going to state snidely. She was exhausted, and her pack was substantial, and this person and his companions genuinely expected to watch where they were going. At that point she gazed upward, and her eyes met his. Goodness. The person was exquisite. His eyes were an unmistakable, good 'ol fashioned, the blue of the sky at first light on a late spring morning. His highlights were strongly cut, the eyebrows angled, the cheekbones high, however his mouth was delicate and exotic. Furthermore, she'd never observed hair very that shading, with the exception of on the most youthful children, that unadulterated white-light that made her consider tropical sea shores under a mid year sky†¦ â€Å"Are you okay?† he rehashed all the more boisterously, a glare of concern crinkling his ideal brow. God. Bonnie could feel herself reddening straight up to the underlying foundations of her hair. She had recently been gazing at him with her mouth open. â€Å"I'm fine,† she stated, attempting to pul herself together. â€Å"I surmise I wasn't watching where I was going.† He smiled, and a little punch! shot directly through Bonnie. His grin was perfect, as well, and it lit up his entire face. â€Å"That's decent of you to say,† he stated, â€Å"but I think perhaps we ought to have been watching where we were going as opposed to pushing each other al over the way. My companions once in a while get a little †¦ rowdy.† He looked past her, and Bonnie thought back behind her. His companions had halted and were sitting tight for him more remote down the way. As Bonnie watched, one of them, a tal dull person, smacked another on the rear of the head, and after a second they were fighting and pushing once more. â€Å"Yeah, I can see that,† said Bonnie, and the stunning white-fair person giggled. His rich chuckle made Bonnie grin, as well, and pul ed her consideration back to those eyes. â€Å"Anyway, it would be ideal if you acknowledge my apology,† he said. â€Å"I'm genuine y sorry.† He held out his hand. â€Å"My name's Zander.† His hold was quite firm, his hand huge and warm around hers. Bonnie felt herself becoming flushed once more, and she hurled her red twists back and put her jaw boldly noticeable all around. She wasn't going to act al bothered. So consider the possibility that he was ravishing. She was companions †kind of, in any case †with Damon. She should be invulnerable to beautiful folks at this point. â€Å"I'm Bonnie,† she stated, grinning up at him. â€Å"This is my first day here. Are you a rookie, too?† â€Å"Bonnie,† he said keen y, drawing her name out similar to he was tasting it. â€Å"No, I've been here for a while.† â€Å"Zander†¦ Zander,† the folks down the way started reciting, their voices getting quicker and stronger as they rehashed it. â€Å"Zander†¦ Zander†¦ Zander.† Zander jumped, his consideration slipping back toward his companions. â€Å"I'm grieved, Bonnie, I must run,† he said. €Å"we have kind of a†¦Ã¢â‚¬  He stopped. â€Å"†¦ club thing going on. Be that as it may, similar to I stated, I'm genuine y sorry we nearly thumped you over. I trust I'l see you again soon, okay?† He pressed her hand again, gave her a waiting grin, and left, getting a move on as he drew nearer to his companions. Bonnie watched him rejoin the gathering of folks. Not long before they turned past a quarters, Zander glanced back at her, flashed that flawless grin, and waved. Bonnie lifted her hand to wave back, incidental y thumping the substantial pack against her side as he dismissed. Astonishing, she thought, recalling the shade of his eyes. I may be beginning to look all starry eyed at. Matt inclined toward the flimsy heap of bags he'd stacked by the passageway to his apartment. â€Å"Darn it,† he said as he wiggled the key in the entryway's lock. Had they even given him the correct key? â€Å"Hey,† a voice said behind him, and Matt twitched, tumbling a bag down onto the floor. â€Å"Whoops, sorry about that. Are you Matt?† â€Å"Yeah,† Matt stated, giving the key one final wind and, much the same as that, the entryway last y opened. He turned, grinning. â€Å"Are you Christopher?† The school had disclosed to him his flat mate's name and that he was on the footbal group, as well, however both of them hadn't connected. Christopher looked alright. He was a major person with a linebacker fabricate, well disposed grin, and short graying hair that he scoured at with one hand as he ventured back to clear a path for the merry moderately aged couple fol owing him. â€Å"Hi there, you should be Matt,† said the lady, who was conveying a rol ed-up mat and a Dalcrest flag. â€Å"I'm Jennifer, Christopher's mother, and this is Mark, his father. It's so ideal to meet you. Are your people here?† â€Å"Uh, no, I just drove up by myself,† Matt said. â€Å"My old neighborhood, Fel ‘s Church, isn't excessively far from here.† He got his bags and hauled them into the room, hustling to escape Christopher's family's way. Their room was pretty smal . There was a cot along one wal , a tight space in the room, and two work areas and dressers packed next to each other on the other wal . The young ladies and Stefan were no uncertainty living in extravagance, yet it hadn't appeared to be very option to let Stefan utilize his Power to get Matt a decent lodging task. It was awful enough that Matt took another person's opening as an understudy and another person's space on the footbal group. Stefan had convinced him to do only that. â€Å"Look, Matt,† he'd stated, his green eyes genuine. â€Å"I see how you feel. I don't care for impacting individuals to get what I need either. In any case, the truth of the matter is, we have to remain together. With the lines of Power that go through this entire piece of the nation, we must be alert. We're the main ones who know.† Matt needed to concur, when Stefan put it like that. He'd turned down the rich apartment Stefan had offered to orchestrate him, however, and taken what the lodging office appointed him. He needed to hold tight to in any event a smidgen of his respect. In addition in the event that he was in a similar dormitory as the others, it would have been difficult to state no to staying with Stefan. He loved Stefan fine, yet living with him, of watching him with Elena, the young lady Matt had lost and stil adored des