The neighbour of the Mikaelsons [ON HOLD]

Chapter Five

Okay, maybe the 'getting some air' idea wasn't that good. Or it sure as hell didn't seem like one in the next morning, at 7a.m.

I angrily threw the alarm clock away as it started ringing irritatingly,waking me up. I wanted to sleep, and sleep, and sleep...forever. And skip school. Yeah, definitely skip school.

But I knew Mom wasn't about to let that happen, and it was her first day in the hospital (my parents are both doctors), so I definitely wouldn't be able to just not attend the local school, Mystic High.

I had a fast shower, throw on some ripped jeans with a white top, put some makeup on and went downstairs. I tried to avoid the mirrors in the house, to avoid seeing my zombie-like sleepy face. My whole family was sitting around the table, having breakfast, chatting, and suddenly it hit me just how much I missed my home. My friends. My school, my boyfriend, and well, my whole life basically. I wasn't excited for this new one. Or nervous. People are always so nervous when they go to a new school. I was not. I didn't care all that much. Things will go their way, people will like me, and people will dislike me, good and bad stuff will happen, and I usually just let it. Not much of a fighter, I guess.

I was a bit scared though, that maybe Mom will bring up last night, but she didn't, not even in the car. She did seem a little bit off , like her mind was somewhere completely else. I don't know what she was wondering about, but she frowned her eyebrows quite a lot, and she doesn't usually do that. Maybe she is nervous.

Mom dropped me off in front of the school. I was supposed to get my own car by the weekend. It was a gift, since there is no bus or subway around here, and I'm not that bike-girl. A car was a nice thing to have, but I would gladly take the bus every day just to be back in New York.

I headed towards the main entrance. I saw a lots of kids on my way, cheerleaders, chatting with the jocks, a few loners, girls gossiping with each others, boys checking them out... just the usual cliches. Not that interesting. Uh, my first day was pretty boring so far.

"Hey, Kick Box girl!"

I didn't have to turn around to see who this was. And I was much more confident when it wasn't dark and we weren't all by ourselves with the potential serial killer-guy. Because who else could it be?

He caught up to me, and we kept on walking side by side.

"I never told you my name" He continued.

" Well, there's no better time..." I replied with a smile. Flirty mode activated. Distraction, hell yes.

" I'm Kol. "He held out his hand. It was weird that he did that, people our age don't really shake hands, but I shook his.

" Cool." I replied with the worst word- joke that I've ever made up. " God, 'm sorry, that was bad." I covered my face with my hands.

"Yeah, but you made it funnier" He chuckled.

And then I saw Stefan. The strange thing is, he was already staring. But not at me. At Kol. And that look, damn, I wouldn't wish that to my worst enemies, not even the girl who stole my candy in fifth grade. And that says a lot, because I truly hated that girl. But Stefan hated Kol even more, apperantly. He just stood there, staring at him with that look guys have on their faces when they can't stand each other. Only ten times worse. Stefan, with his black leather jacket on and sunglasses on the top of his head, well, he looked like he was ready to , I don't know, attack Kol in any minute. What is wrong with this town?

I glanced over at Kol's face, to see if he noticed Stefan. He didn't. He was looking at me.

"Everything alright?" He asked, nicely, as we carried on walking. We almost reached the spot where Stefan was standing.

"Yeah, sure, why? I shook my head nervously.

"You seem a bit...off, and the classes haven't even started yet. First day, is it?"

"Yes. Maybe I'm nervous." I lied. I wasn't about to tell him that he, or more like the thought of him kept me up at night. His ego seemed big enough as it was.

He was about to answer when someone stood in our way.

Stefan.

"Hey, Megan." He nodded, still with that serious look on his face. Only he wasn't looking at me at all.

"Stefan, what a surprise!" Kol smiled at him like they were old friends. Now I got really confused. What is going on here? Are they friends? Or is Kol messing with him?

"Oh, spare the acting, Kol, will you? You know exactly that I go here. Unlike you. " Stefan crossed his arms across his chest. He, on the other hand, obviously despised Kol.

"What do you mean he doesn't..." I broke the silence, but I was interrupted by Kol.

"Nothing. I go here, don't I?" He asked from the first random girl whom he saw walking next to us.

"Of course you do, Kol, it's nice to see you as always" The girl answered monotonously, then kept on walking.

"See? Stefan just likes to make jokes. " Kol patted him on the shoulder with a cocky smile on his face. "He's such a funny guy." Stefan didn't reply immediately. He just looked at Kol's hand on his shoulder, then right back into his eyes.

That was the moment when I realized that something was going on here. Something bigger than a stupid rivalry between two high school boys. This was something, and I wanted to find out what. Stefan kept staring at Kol, then after a few seconds, he broke the eye-contact, and turned to me.

"Megan, let me show you around" He suggested, with a smile so fake that it looked like he ate something really, really bad.

"Actually, I..." I wanted to ask what the hell was this. I didn't like not knowing. But Stefan left me no time to ask.

"Perfect. Bye, Kol." He grabbed my arm, and basically dragged me away, until we were far enough from my neighbor, so he couldn't see us anymore. I glanced back at him. He was standing there, still, and when he saw me looking, he waved. He didn't seem to bother too much about us leaving him this rude. He's not the kindest person either, I reminded myself.

Stefan stopped in a corner, and I stopped too. I was about to ask him what the hell was that, but , again, he didn't gave me an option but to listen.

"Listen, Megan, we don't know each other very well. Or not at all. But if there is once piece of advice I can give you - stay away from that guy and his family." He said in a death-serious tone. He lowered his voice, but still, it was confident, and so calm.

I honestly believed him.

Whatever it was, something was up with Kol, I've felt it since the first time I saw him, and I kept feeling it more and more. And now I get a warning to stay away. And last night, Mom looked scared when she caught us outside, even though it was just a chat. No, something was definitely not okay. I felt that . I get these feelings sometimes, about people, or places, or just a random feeling that something is just not okay, and I usually am right. I used to think I was psychic. I wondered if I was secretly a medium or something. I really liked the thought of it, you know, being different and all - but not the parts where I got these feelings. I hated them, to be honest. They made me uncomfortable. So I never told anyone. Not my friends. Or my parents. I just waited for the feelings to go away, and they did, after time. But every time, I felt like I missed a very important part, like I should have understood something, or maybe I should have done something. I hated that too. So I chased my thoughts away. I was good at that.

And now I knew something about Kol was just wrong.

The trouble was, I felt the same about Stefan.