Hope in Beacon Hills

Chapter 13

In French class, the teacher said stuff in French and the class repeated. "Mademoiselle?" Ms. Morrell asked sleeping Allison. "Mademoiselle Argent?" she repeated. Allison woke up, looking a bit startled. "Es-tu fatiguee?" Ms. Morrell asked, and the class laughed.

"Sorry" Allison answered. The bell rang and everyone got up, ready to leave. Ms. Morrell sat down and was now facing Allison.

"You're starting to concern me, Allison," Ms. Morrell said. "Maybe we should chat in the guidance office sometime"

"Or maybe you should tell me what you were doing at the bank the other night" Allison replied

"Maybe you should tell me what you were doing there" Ms. Morrell said, looking at Allison with a questioning look. "Looks like we have a situation here. Tell you what, give me the French word for it that's the same in English, and you can avoid lunchtime detention" Ms. Morrell added.

"Impasse" Ms. Morrell said. "Allison said nothing and Ms. Morrell left.

Hope was waiting outside the door listening to the conversation with her supernatural hearing.

"What did Ms. Morrell want?" she asked Allison when she came out through the classroom door. "Oh nothing" Allison lied, though Hope knew the truth.

"Let's just get to our next class, okay?" Allison asked. "You go, I have to use the bathroom" Hope said, but really she just didn't feel like going to class.

"Okay see you later" Allison said, and walked to class.

Hope walked into a hallway and saw a boy walk angrily up to two other boys, probably twins. Suddenly one of the twins started punching the other one.

Then again, and again. Blood was dripping from the boy's mouth but he was smiling.

The other boy, not one of the twins, looked familiar to Hope, like she had seen him before, but she didn't know where. Right now, he looked confused, he looked around and saw Hope standing behind the twins.

The twin punched his twin again, then helped him up. He then started banging his head on the lockers.

'What are they doing?' Hope thought, not knowing what to do. "Hey! Stop it" she called. The twins looked at her, and ignored her.

The one that had been beating up the other one put up his hand for another punch, but Hope was already by his side, and gripped his hand. The twin was shocked, like genuinely shocked. He couldn't move his arm and that surprised him.

Hope let go, hoping the boy wouldn't do anything more, but she was wrong. The boy gripped his twin and threw him on the floor so he was now lying on the floor in front of the third boy.

Mr. Harris opened his classroom door and walked up to the scene, where it looked like the third boy, the one that had just stood there, had beaten up the other twin. "What is this?" he asked.

Hope looked behind her seeing the other twin disappear. "What's going on?" Mr. Harris asked. "You all right?" Danny asked the bloody twin. "He just came at me," the twin answered. "Isaac, what the hell did you do?" Mr. Harris asked.

"He didn't do anything" Hope defended Isaac. "She was in on it too" the twin told Mr. Harris. "Why would I be in on it, I don't know you" Hope said. "I don't even know him," she added, pointing at Isaac.

"Marshall, Lahey, lunchtime detention" Mr. Harris told the two teens. Scott looked at Isaac with disappointment and anger. Then he looked at Hope and was just straight out confused.

"This is so unfair, I didn't do anything" Hope told Stiles when he had heard what had happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just lunchtime detention" Stiles reassured her.

"What will your dad say? He's probably going to freak, thinking I got in a fight" Hope asked, getting a bit stressed. "He'll believe you when you tell him the truth, trust me" Stiles said, again trying to reassure the girl without much luck.

"Does he believe you often?" Hope asked. "No. But that's not the point, you're different. He actually likes you" Stiles told her, looking a bit down. "I'm sure your dad likes you. He just doesn't have the words to tell you that he loves you, trust me, I would know" Hope said to her friend.

"Don't let it bother you. It's just lunchtime detention" Scott said to Isaac.

Stiles was still talking when Hope stopped. "Stiles, shut up for a sec" she said and Stiles imitated became quiet.

"If all they want right now is to piss you off, then don't give in. They're just trying to get to you"

"That was the girl, the girl I saw," Isaac told Scott. "Who? Hope?" Scott asked, surprised. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "It was her, I'm sure of it. You know her?" Isaac asked. "Uh yeah, kind of. She's Stiles's friend, and she's also friends with Allison and Lydia" Scott informed Isaac.

"Do you think she knows anything?" Isaac asked. "No, well I don't know, probably not. Why would she?" Scott said. "Okay" Isaac replied and the voices disappeared.

"Hope? Are you okay?" Stiles asked, worried. "Yeah, I'm fine, sorry" Hope answered, getting back into place.

"I have to go, see you later" Hope said to Stiles and then she was gone. "She's been doing that a lot lately, disappearing, going away to god knows where" Allison said, walking up to Stiles. "Yeah and roaming around the wood's at night," Stiles added.

"What do we really know about her?" Allison asked. "Nothing much, but my dad trusts her, so, so do I," Stiles replied.

"Hey wait up" Hope called. Isaac stopped and turned around. He was alone, no friends with, and not many other people around either.

"Are you okay?" Hope asked, not really knowing what to say. "I'm fine. It's not like they were beating me up" Isaac answered. "Thanks, by the way, for standing up for me," he added.

"No problem," Hope replied. "Look, I heard what you said earlier, to your friend, about me" Hope told him. Wanting to know what that boy knew.

"How did you hear? You weren't around" Isaac asked, surprised and confused. "It doesn't matter," Hope told him. "What does matter is what you know about me"

"I know nothing," Isaac told her. "That's a lie," she protested. "Okay fine, I know your name is not Hope Marshal, it's Hope Mikaelson. Though I don't know why you are using a fake name" he said. "Just don't tell anyone, okay?" Hope asked, afraid that the word would get out that a Mikaelson was in town. If someone even knew about them.

"You said to your friend that you had seen me, what did you mean by that?" Hope continuous asking. "You ask a lot of questions," Isaac told her. "Well I need answers," Hope replied.

"I get these dreams, visions, of you" Isaac said, blushing slightly.

"And what do you see?"

"Just flashes of you, and sometimes, though I don't know why, I see a wolf, a white wolf with bright yellow eyes"

Hope froze. 'Why was he getting visions of her? And of her wolf? What was going on?'

Hope's mind was going crazy with questions but she decided to call it a day.

"Thank you" she said to Isaac, turned around and walked away. "You know it's a felony to lie about your name" Isaac called after her.

"Marshals my mothers name, so I'm not technically lying" Hope called back without even turning around.

Isaac was left there smirking, his head also full with questions of his own. 'Who was she? Why did she use a fake last name? Why was he seeing visions of her? And why also a wolf?'

I know I haven't updated in a while so here is a new chapter for you guys, hope you like it💜