Betrayed Hearts

Fear Mikaelson.

A/N: Was listening to the song above while writing. This will be the 4th part I've published in one day, but I'm bored and have nothing to do, so enjoy loves! (Also, I have no clue if you're supposed to spell it principal or principle when talking about a person, so just ignore it if it's wrong)

Hope POV: 

Today I enroll in Mystic Falls High. Today I also meet Alaric Saltzman. A guy my dad didn't exactly... like. But to be fair, from what I've read, I don't think I'd like him either. I make my way into the school. As soon as I walk in, I'm greeted by the stench of alcohol. I read Alaric was an alcoholic, so I decide to follow the smell, and sure enough, I find the principal's office. 

I walk in, not even bothering with pleasantries. He jolts up, immediately removing the bottle from his desk. Of course, he's drunk in a school full of children. No red flags there. I roll mt eyes and sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He looks pissed off but sits as well.

"Can I help you?" He speaks, his words slurring a bit.

"Actually, yes. I'd like to enroll here."

"Okay, and where are your parents?"

"Dead"

"Guardians"

"Dead"

"Okay then. How old are you?" Wow, not even a "I'm sorry." I knew I wouldn't like him.

"18" He wouldn't enroll me if I was 17, he probably would've called CPS. Scratch that, he isn't that decent of a person.

"What's your name. First, Middle, and Last."

"Hope Andrea Mikaelson" As soon as my last name leaves my mouth, his head shoots up. I can see the anger and fear in his eyes. He doesn't even bother to hide it. 

"Get out. You and your scum of a family are not welcome here."

"If you don't let me enroll, I tell the school board about your drinking." He's not that smart. I told him they were all dead. He must think it was a lie. 

"Fine. You stay." He finishes my paperwork and I leave; I go to the counselor's office and get my schedule. Now I just need to find my classes. 

I found the first one, and knock. The door opens to a teacher, she looks to be around her 20s early 30s. She gives me a small smile and lets me in. I see the 2 girls from the grille in the last row. They look at me, recognizing me too. 

"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"

"Do I have to?" I hear chuckles from around the room. I wasn't trying to be funny, but maybe this is the way to make them scared.

"Yes. Yes, you do."

"Fine, I'm Hope, Hope Mikaelson." I see a couple people's eyes grow wide, including the 2 girls. Bingo, the supernaturals of the class. I smirk and look back to the teacher. 

"Okayyyy, now that we know your name, why not something about you. How about your family." My smirk faulters slightly, but I don't think anyone saw. 

"Family sucks, why not soccer. I love soccer so much. Is that good? Can I sit now? These heels aren't exactly comfortable."

The teacher nods her head and tells me to sit by Josie. Shit. Okay, I can be a dick when I don't try, I can definitely do it now. I sit down next to her and try not to look her way. But it's so hard not to when the light hits her face. She looks angelic. Then, I hear her speak. 

"Mikaelson. Any relation to the Originals?" I look at her confused as to why she'd say that in a class full of humans. "Boundary spell." 

"Yes, my father was Klaus, my mom was Hayley."

"I- Is it true? What they say?"

"Yes, my father killed for fun, so do I. Anymore questions?" She shakes her head no and I hear her mutter another spell. Most likely to take down the boundary. I hated saying that it was true. But my father wanted the image to scare people away. I needed an image to scare them away. It was the best thing I could do to get her to leave me alone.

Josie POV:

It's like she's trying to push me away. She literally admitted to killing for fun. I glance over to her, to see her smirk faltered again, the same way it did when Ms. Ramirez mentioned her family. There's something off about it all. You don't act the way she is unless you're trying to hide something. 

I look back to the front and try to focus, but everything seems to bring my mind back to the girl next to me. It's all too crafted. Like everything she said has a reason behind it. 

................................

It's third period now and I head to gym. I head into the locker room and once I'm there, I see her again. She looks at me then quickly looks away. Once again, I have that feeling. I decide to do a locator spell on her parents. But I'll need her blood. I start saying a spell, that'll make it look like she accidentally cut herself on a nail. It works and she hisses. She looks around, to make sure no one saw and soon enough, the wound closes. She walks out and into the gym.

I walk towards where she was, seeing a few drops of blood. I say a spell, putting them into a vile. Once everyone is out, I grab a map and start the spell. But the blood only leaves one trail, and that's to Hope. With this spell, anyone who is related to them, it will lead a trail to. Could it be possible? Could the Mikaelsons be... Dead?

It would explain why Hope acted the way she did. She made sure people were scared of her as soon as she walked into her first class. But if I'm right, it'll also mean she's all alone now, my heart hurts for her. I don't even know why, but I want to help her in some way, make her smile at least once. I've never seen her smile before. 

But if I'm going to be nice, make her smile, I need to make sure. I need to do a lot of research on the Mikaelsons. Find every source I can. I can start with mom; I know she met them when they came to town. Then I'll go to Aunt Elena, Uncle Damon, Aunt Bonnie. I'll find someone who knows. 

Hope POV:

Josie hasn't come out of the locker room yet. I shouldn't care about her, because if I do, she'll die, but she also seems so nice, her voice is so damn soft. Her eyes are like Fall, my favorite season. I don't understand why I feel so much for a girl I haven't said more than 5 sentences to, but I do- and I need them to go.

I get pulled out of my thoughts by a sense of something flying towards me. I turn around and catch a dodge ball. The person who threw it walks out, and I throw the ball at another person, hitting them.

A few minutes later, I see her come into the gym, she looks at me, looks down, and sits next to a guy. He has a kind smile on his face, and they start playing and talking. I see her smile and laugh, and it warms my heart. I almost smile, for the first time in 8 months, it didn't feel like it hurt. But I didn't let the emotion onto my face.

If they know I'm not as cold as I act, they'll try to get close to me. They might think I'm an asshole, but I'm protecting them. I care so much for this entire school, and they think I hate them all. I wish I didn't have to pretend. I wish I could let someone in. But 1 leads to 2, 2 leads to 4, I can't let them in. I won't let them in. I'll just watch from afar. Like a ghost, like my family.