I Guess You're Not THAT Bad | HIZZIE

Chapter 2 - Well Shit...That Didn't Go Well

         Walking to Hopes room, Lizzie had never felt so confident. This was a perfect plan, well of course it was after all SHE had come up with it.(with a little help from Josie, admittedly)
         For a mere moment, there in fact WAS a shred of doubt, but it was quickly whisked away by the genius of the plan.
         Step 1: Hope gets a date
         Step 2: Hope is less of a bitch
         Now THAT is what you call foolproof
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          Knock,knock,knock
          "What could you possibly want Lizzie" Hope  groans, "how did you know it was me" Lizzie asks curiously. If it was a spell, she would want to know it as well.
          "Right now, you're the only one with the balls to interrupt me." Hope remarks.
          "Oh, I'm sorry, cause to me it looks like your wallowing over the sad hobbit being gone" Lizzie comments, barging into the room, ignoring the gaped mouth and deathly glare Hope gives her, and continues, "luckily for you, I have brought and incredible solution, no need to thank me."
         This is where her plan is either a masterpiece or a flop. And honestly Lizzie is sweating, imagining confronting hopes terrifying glare, and doing it are two very different things. It makes her glad she didn't choose Raf for her first date. Though he was high in the list, going for the dead ex's best friend, pseudo brother seems a bit too soon, even for her. Also some part of her, (mostly her pride) doesn't want to see Raf with a new girl quite this early after their 'break up' even if it has been quite a while. She's petty like that.
          "Fine. If you're not going to leave me alone just tell me what you want so I can me alone again." Hope says, face flopping down on her pillow as she does so, partly to hide her tear stained eyes, land partly to try and start making up for her dozens of sleepless nights.
          "Weeeeeeeeeeell... I thought it might be time for you to talk yo people other than me... and dad I guess. It just doesn't seem too healthy" Lizzie says, trying to slide Jed into the conversation smoothly.
          YES. JED. She knows. Even to her this is a long shot,but she figured if she starts with a terrible option, Hope will have no choice when she offers her someone a little less shitty, such as Kaleb or Ethan.
          "What is Josie hiding outside the door ready to attack me with a pity party? Cause if you think people feeling bad for me is going to make me feel better, god you're even crazier than people say you are."
          Swallowing the insult, which she'll have to pat herself on the back for later, she remains calm and tells Hope in a 'you're going to do this' voice, "nah, I was thinking someone you might be able to relate to... someone like...Jed?"
         There it goes. She said it, no going back. On based on the look on hopes face, she should've just kept her mouth shut. She had jumped up, out of shock and, mostly anger once Jed's name was said. Shit. She knows.
         "REALLY? THIS WAS YOUR GREAT FUCKING PLAN? OOOH HOPE IS UPSET, BUT ONCE SHE GETS A GOOD SHAG IN SHELL BE GOOD AS NEW HUH? IS THAT REALLY WHAT YOU THINK?" Hope bellows,face turning read from the lack of air. She pauses to breath, and it seems to take all of the fight out of her. She shrinks, until she's just a crumpled glimpse of the normal Hope Mikaelson. This is her fault. Okay maybe not everything. But the disgruntled face and reappearing tears definitely are.
          What makes it worse is that it's true. That was her plan. Not the whole sex thing, Hope kinda added that on her own. But the whole let's just get her happy, it doesn't matter how reminds her of how people have treated her for the past decade, like she was going to explode from the slightest disturbance. The only person who bashed her unapologetically was...well... Hope and now she's fucked that up too.
        "Look, Hope... you're right. I'm sorry I should've done this. You just, I don't like seeing you sad. And... you-you're important to the school. It's falling apart if you haven't noticed. Could really use a good Hope Mikaelson hero moment." Lizzie tries a smile, but it looks more like a grimace, coupled with the fact that she can't bare to look at Hope out of guilt doesn't make it sound any better.
         "Just... GO. For now. I just really can't be the hope you need right now, and I'm sure it's not that bad, though I wouldn't know. Haven't left my room in a while." She says, with an equally grim grimace as Lizzie.
          "Alright... okay. I can- i can do that for you. I'm, I'm sorry hope."
         And with that she walks out of the room. Leaving behind the paper with names on it. More than Lizzie originally thought there would be, but it didn't matter. Not anymore at least. She did feel slightly slighted that she wasn't on that list. It's not like hopes any better than her. Now that's a real lie. Of course she is. She'd sacrifice herself for anyone if she deemed it necessary. That's probably the biggest reason why'd they'd never work. Why Lizzie wouldn't work with anyone.
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          Going back to her room was depressing. She had been planning to go to the party in the woods that night, but she didn't feel very celebratory. God, what was happening to her? Now she was even sounding like Hope. She felt even worse once she heard the party going on,watching it from her window. It had the perfect view of the clearing used by the wolfs. She'd know, that's why she specifically requested this room when they got back from summer vacation. The same room she'd requested for years. Josie didn't really care. She didn't know about the view. Neither did Lizzie originally. She only found out one night when a certain white wolf was there. Speak of the devil. A quick glimpse of white fur passes by. Hope. Did she really frustrate her so much she had to wolf out?
         No.
         Don't feel bad. She rejected your help.
         Your really shitty help.
         It didn't matter. She made her bed, she can wolf out in it. Suddenly, collapsing into her bed, dead tired Lizzie felt like she wasn't going to be getting a lot of sleep, listening to all of the drunken teenagers having a lot more fun than she is.
        God Dammit Hope Mikaelson.