𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, Klaus Mikaelson
"I've been infatuated with you since the beginning."
"I know."
𝐈n which Klaus Mikaelson makes a friend during the five years he spent in a dungeon.
𝐎𝐫
𝐈n which River Creed, the first of her kind, is curious as to...
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Chapter Eighteen ɢᴜɪʟᴛ
𝑅𝐼𝑉𝐸𝑅
I let out a groan into my pillow, cursing myself for being such a coward.
I should've told him last night, before I agreed to go on a date. Not because I don't want to, I do. It's just that I'm a big fat liar.
Well, by omission.
And then I cried all over him for half an hour.
Sighing, I look at the clock on my nightstand. It's almost noon, but I'm still tired because I tossed and turned the whole night. I've got a couple of hours until I'm supposed to meet Klaus for this date, and I contemplate sleeping until I need to get ready, but my stomach growls in protest.
Right.
In the kitchen, I find my brother with a cup of coffee, dressed in a suit. Wait, a suit? "Why are you all dressed up?" I ask.
He looks up from his phone, "Parent-teacher conference."
"Oh," I mumble, opening the fridge. The only thing that looks appetizing is the pizza from last night. It'll have to do. "Everything alright? And is she not going?"
He nods. "No, they said she didn't have to be there. So I'll let her sleep in. Apparently, this is a yearly thing."
"The joys of parenthood," I say, setting the time on the microwave.
"I need a haircut again." He doesn't phrase it as a question, but I know he's telling me because he wants me to do it.
"Why don't you go to a barber shop like normal people."
"Most normal people don't have a hairdresser for a sister," he shrugs. "Why go there when you're right here?"
"I'm not a hairdresser." I went to school for it shortly, and he just can't seem to let it go. He gives me puppy eyes, and I've always been weak for my baby brother.
With a sigh, I relent. "Fine, Theo. Just not today."
"Why what's today?"
I turn my back to him, not quite wanting to see his reaction. "I've got a date."
The kitchen is silent for a few moments. "Klaus?"
"Yup," I say, watching my food spin.
"Even after the speech I gave? Damn, he's persistent," I can hear the amusement in his voice.
