Petey Parker texts a Mikaelson

A New Friend

Hope POV

The next day I woke up and got dressed in my uniform like always and shoved books in my bag and brushed my teeth and all that jazz. Once I was done I had nothing to do so I walked out and into the student lounge where kids were just chillin and laughing like always.

I got bored there really fast and pulled out my phone. As soon as I opened it I remembered the wrong number text from yesterday and hesitantly opened the chat.

I stared at it wondering if I should text him. I don't want to get close to people but this kid doesn't know who I am and I don't know who they are so what's the harm.

Scary Rich Girl:
Hey Loser

Super Loser:
Hey

What's up

Scary Rich Girl:
Well classes don't start for a while and I'm really bored

I'm just chillin in the student lounge surrounded my people

Super Loser:
Don't you have any other friends besides me

Don't get me wrong I love talking to you already

I'm just curious

Scary Rich Girl:
No

I'm kinda a loner

Super Loser:
Well not anymore

Scary Rich Girl:
Thanks Loser

Super Loser:
You are seriously like a splitting image of MJ

Hey!!

Maybe I could add her and Ned to the Chat!!!!

On second thought maybe just MJ

Scary Rich Girl:
I don't know...

I don't think I'm that ready to socialize

Super Loser:
That's fine

Hey what's your favorite food?

Scary Rich Girl:
Are you seriously trying to start small talk rn

Super Loser:
Yes

Answer

Now

Scary Rich Girl:
Pastries I guess

Super Loser:
My Aunt can't cook and it's rlly funny 😁

But I guess my favorite would have to be a chocolate chip muffin

Scary Rich Girl:
Aunt?

Super Loser:
My parents does when I was really little

I didn't know them well and I am happy with my aunt

Scary Rich Girl:
Well I'm sorry about that

Super Loser:
No need

Scary Rich Girl:
Hey do you think that If I burn a certain blondes lips she won't be able to talk?

Super Loser:
Not gonna answer that question but please don't try and burn anyone

Please

Scary Rich Girl:
Fine

I guess I can try not to

Super Loser:
That is all I ask at the moment

Scary Rich Girl:
Well I actually have to get to class now or I'm going to be late and get detention and the therapist is running it today so BOOOOOO

Super Loser:
So don't be late

Bye

Scary Rich Girl:
Bye Loser

I closed my phone and shoved it in my bag and started making my way to class. About 10 minutes in a magical letter made its way to Dorian who was subbing for our Chemistry of Magic teacher Mr Harris. He opened it.

"Uh ohh, I wonder who's in trouble" Lizzie said in a sing song voice and i just rolled my eyes.

Dorian threw the paper in the trash and looked directly at me. "Dr Saltzman wants to see you in his office" he said. I nodded showing no emotion as I stood up and walked out silently. I made my way to The Headmasters office and walked in.

"Close the door" he said as I walked in. I scanned the room quickly and noticed Emma was here. She was the Schools therapist. I turned around and shut the door. Once I did Dr Saltzman gestured for me to take a seat.

"I'm good, thanks" I said as I cautiously eyes Emma. "Well then let's cut to the chase" he said. "Emma and I were talking about progress when you can up. She mentioned how I kept giving you permission to skip your sessions which confused me because if I recall" he paused and looked me directly in the eye. "I never did that" he finished.

"So I skipped a few pointless meetings with Emma, so what?" I asked sarcastically and sat down in the chair now and leaned back like I had no care in the world.

"Hope you have gone through traumatizing experiences and you haven't talked about any of it. You haven't opened up. This is dangerous in a supernatural-" Emma started but I cut her off.

"You mean, dangerous in a Mikaelson?" I asked even though I knew the answer. "I'm fine okay. I can control myself but this right here" I said and gestured to the situation unfolding.

"This is pointless. I'm fine and you just have to accept that because you have no proof that I'm not" I said and folded my arms. "Hope you have no friends" Dr Saltzman exclaimed. "So because I chose not to hang out with dumb people who make stupid decisions I'm... Mentally unstable?" I questioned, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

"Besides I have you and people from New Orleans that are my friends" I reasoned. "Hope those are all adults" he deadpanned. "So what? They're my friends aren't they" I continued. "I'm not going to those stupid sessions and nothing you say or do will make me change my mind" I said, annoyance starting to become evident in my voice.

"Well we tried to do this the easy way but, there is someone who would like to see you" he said and at that moment a blonde family member walked in.

"Hello Hope" she greeted. I scoffed as I looked at Dr Saltzman with disbelief. "You seriously dragged Freya all the way from New Orleans to Mystic Falls just to talk to me about therapy?" I asked a rhetorical question.

"Yes. Yes I did" he answered plainly. "Oh my god" I mumbled. "Now you can go to your room while we chat with your Aunt" he said. I looked from Dr S to Emma to Freya and back to Dr S before scoffing and marching out of the office and to my room.

I sat there for a while before I decided to pull out my phone and text Super Loser.