I Guess You're Not THAT Bad | HIZZIE

Chapter 9 - What a Shitty Day

Lizzie POV
I really hate school. Like, it's always been at least a little love-hate-ish, mostly thanks to dad, but now, it's 100%, certified hate. At least half of that is due to one Penelope Park, the bitchiest girl you could ever imagine. 1st period wasn't that bad actually, much to my surprise. It was greatly appreciated, but much to my chagrin, even though it was expected, I was still disappointed that in my next class, I sit alone. Hope decides to move over by Penelope, leaving me by myself with 2 chairs, looking like a loser. They don't need two in between THEM, obviously the only acceptable seat for Hope is on Satan's lap. (Like a dog) The teacher saw, and gave them the best glare she could muster, but against Hope Mikaelson, the feeble glance barely lasted a few seconds until she conceded to let them stay the way they were, much to my exasperation.
3rd period was pretty much a carbon copy of second, to nobody who had both classe's surprise. Together, the new couple could pretty much control the school. However, one thing about their dynamic that nobody else seemed to notice was who had the power. Everybody else just assumed that Hope, being Hope, the all powerful Mikaelson would be in control. She is a control freak, admittedly. But watching them, in a totally NOT creepy way, it seemed as if she was waiting on Satan hand and foot, like a servant. I'm not one to judge relationship dynamics, but that was a shocker to me.
4th period gave me a breather from the whole situation, which I was incredibly grateful for. It was necessary. For as much as I was allowing this to take over my life even I needed a little bit of me time. Aka, time to gossip about other things going on at the school. Sadly though, this relationship seemed to be the only thing anyone wanted to talk about. There was absolutely NOTHING ELSE. Which just left me mind numbing reversions of the same story I'd already experienced with my own two eyes. I still had to remain excited though, at the very least to keep my informants happy, and more important listening for a sliver of something that I didn't already know. Sad? Yes. Desperate? Also probably, yeah.
Lunch was next. And I don't know if it was from the inescapable popularity of their relationship but I was ever so close to the edge, ready for anyone to give me an excuse to be pissed off at the,. Nobody did though. Well, nobody except for the one, the, only almighty bitch (other than myself)
She WAS in my way, though admittedly, I might've shoved her a teensy weensy bit to the ground. Not my finest, nor most honorable moment. I wasn't claiming it to be though, so it's okay.
"What the fuck was that Saltzman?" Satan snarls at me from the ground. Where Hope is at the moment, I don't really know. That was at least a quarter of the reason I even had the guts to shove her in the first place.
"What do you think it was?" I counter, with my holier than thou tone at an all time record for bitchiness tone. Win on my part. I didn't have much time to feel superior, for a few seconds later I heard somebody from behind me yell.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I turned around, and then recognizing the voice, automatically corrected my plane of view by looking down the correct angle, to get a real good look at those gold eyes.
"What's up, Hope?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as possible, & not like I'm shitting my pants, (cause I'm totally nooooot) I take a step back, but don't flinch which I take as a small victory. No matter how tiny that win might be.
"Why the hell do you think you have the right to push around my girlfriend like that?" Ouch. okay. That hurt more than I thought it would. Hearing her call Satan hers, I mean.
"Look, I don't know what the fuck's going on with you Hope, but the day you side with Satan over me is the day I firmly stop listening to any judgements calls made by you, and that includes any crazy outburst you have as well, so this one falls under that." I push my chest forward, making use of my height against her. Cheap move? Hell yeah! Did it work? Against the tribrid. Course not.
I don't really remember what happened after that. Embarrassingly, the next thing I recall is waking up in the nurse's office with Josie holding an ice pack against one of my eyes. Apparently Hope got PISSED. And tackled me to the ground. After a strong Werewolf powered right hook, I was out, and even after that she got a few more good hits in until Penelope called her off and they walked off, with Satan promising to reward her for the support later. Ew. I avoid them for the rest of the day. Probably what I should've done in the first place, but you know, live and ya learn. Eventually. At least now, I'm sure. That's NOT Hope. No matter how mad she'd get at me, she'd never had done that. Hurt me I mean. Not out of some undying loyalty to me, no. She just wouldn't want to be similar to the Mikaelson brand in any way, including any and every way she could hurt someone with her power.
I've decided to just wait it out. It was the original plan anyway, I just got a little distracted due to, I'll admit it, a touch of jealousy. Happens to the best of us (obviously, if it's happening to me) I've now overcome it and from now on will be a better person.
Hope will come crawling back sooner or later anyways, or at least I hope she will. I kinda miss her I guess. Even if it has only been a couple of days. It just feels like her glass half empty attitude is really necessary in our friend dynamics.
We'll see how everything goes...