Jealousy Sucks

Chapter 1

No one ever dared to provoke Hope Mikaelson. Not if they valued their life.

Penelope's fist collided with Hope's jaw. She stumbled backwards, one step, and turned to meet Penelope's glare.

Hope's silky blue irises turned burning gold.

The look in her eyes was enough for anyone to retreat.

Except Penelope. Whether it was pride or downright stupidity; we'll never know.

Josie could see the anger that Hope had building inside her. The anger that had been passed down through her bloodline along with all the other issues in her file.

Hope didn't care about the outcome of the fight — didn't care what happened to her — as long as she hurt Penelope.

Hope would heal.

Penelope wouldn't.

One small incantation and Penelope would be dead.

———

Hope's eyes were wandering around the room hunting for the key to solve her loneliness.

They landed on the object of her desire: The brunette sitting in the far corner of the room. Hope approached the desk beside her. The girl was staring down, scribbling in her notebook. "Hi," Hope began timidly "can i sit here?" she followed the dark brown eyes as they looked up and widened slightly against the girl's will.

She was shocked that Hope Mikaelson had approached her — Josie Saltzman — no one ever came up to her unless her twin sister, Lizzie, was near.

"Oh..." she trailed off.

"Sorry." Hope began to turn away. "Wait," Josie began "I didn't mean it like that. I was just shocked that you were talking to me." The reply was one worded:

"Why?"

"Because you're Hope Mikaelson." A nervous half laugh follows the statement. "And no one ever talks to me. It's always Lizzie."

"You're right. I am Hope Mikaelson. So I wouldn't be surprised if you denied my request of sitting next to you. One mention of my family and people usually sprint in the opposite direction." Hope laughs.

"You're right. And I guess I'm stupid. Sit down Hope." Hope's ocean blue eyes crinkled from the smile she was now baring.

"I'm Josie Saltzman." The brunette continued. "I know." was the only reply Josie received as her eyes and pen returned to her notebook with biggest smile she'd had on her face for weeks.

She'd made a friend.

Hope became Josie's main source of comfort — and Josie Hope's — Hope was a refuge for her. Away from all her problems. Out of her sister's shadow.

They were inseparable. For weeks.

Hope walked through the door labelled History of Magic, her blue eyes already searching for her other half, she paused just past the doorway as they reached and lingered on the empty seat where her friend usually sat. If she had been happy a minute ago, it was long gone now. Hope was late for class and Josie was always early.

She spun on the spot. "Miss Mikaelson, where do you think you're going" echoed down the hall. Hope didn't bother turning round. No way in hell was she going to suffer a whole hour without Josette.

Especially not in History of Magic. The Mikaelson's were a crucial part of the history and neither Hope or Josie had been able to convince Dr. Saltzman to change the course contents.

Josette was the only thing that made the class bareable. When Josie was next to her, she was able to ignore the glares directed towards her from every person in the room.

Glares from everyone, except her best friend.

Hope headed straight to Josie's room. Banging on the door with every ounce of strength in her. Lizzie answered. "Lizzie? Shouldn't you be in class or something?" Hope asked breathless from taking two stairs at a time. "Could ask you the exact same thing, Mikaelson."

"Ugh. Where's your sister?"

"Not here. Obviously."

"Then where?"

Lizzie just shrugged and slammed the door in Hope's face. She reached up to cover her face from embarrassment as the bystanders started staring. In the same second the strap of Hope's bag burst. There was a thud as it fell to the ground and the faulty zip caused the contents to spill out.

She slumped to the ground collecting the books and pens that had slipped out.

Utter despair. Hope and Josie spent every waking hour together. She never realised how much she needed the girl. Josie was Hope's oxygen. She couldn't live without her only real friend.

If friend was the right word to describe it. It was more than friendship — to Hope anyway.

Footsteps sounded behind her. More than one pair. She turned instantly recognising one of pairs to be Josie's. She was walking along the corridor giggling.

With Penelope. Josie's ex girlfriend.

She caught a glimpse of them holding hands. Complete jealousy flooded Hope's entire being. Penelope was running her thumb over the back of Josie's hand.

Hope's eyes brimmed with tears.

Josie, noticing Hope on the floor, instantly bent down to help. "Thanks." Hope said quickly, avoiding the chocolate brown eyes and standing up as Josie passed her the remaining pen from the floor.

Hope turned and walked slightly too fast down the corridor to her own room. Unconsciously slamming the door into Josie's face.

She dumped her bag on the floor and got into bed fully clothed, she ignored the persistent knocking and calls from Josie outside for less than a minute before:

"I'm sick. Go away."

The knocking stopped.

Something about Josie listening to Hope made her feel worse.

She didn't really want Josie to leave.

She wanted her precious Josette to stay forever.