❝I lived nearly a thousand years of running away from my father or being trapped into a box because of my brother so, for me, this life is kind of my ray of hope.❞
In which, Astrid Mikaelson leaves Mystic Falls for another town filled with the super...
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CHAPTER FIVE !
WHAT ARE YOU?
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Kol had been gone for two days by now. After their night out, he stayed two more days in Beacon Hills but eventually got bored when Astrid had to go back to school. He also kept repeating that he had 'business to take care of' in Beacon Hills, whatever he had meant by that.
Astrid had been sad to see him go, of course, but still cherished the few moments they had spent together. She had kept repeating that he could come back whenever he felt the desire to.
Though, with Kol around, she hadn't had much time to take care of homework and school in general so Kol's departure had left her with a ton of chemistry to catch up on. Ugh. She still couldn't stand Mr. Harris.
To make matters worse, that was her second class of the day. Because of that, the morning had seemed way more tenuous than it usually was. She had gotten dressed, drank her usual glass of blood, and left but had wished to stay in bed the moment she woke up.
The subject wasn't that bad. Actually, she found some of it pretty interesting. She could still remember a time when the concepts of molecules and atoms weren't even a possibility in people's minds. But it was Mr. Harris who turned it into a living hell.
After her first class, she gathered all she needed from her locker for chemistry and went to class. The bell for the second period hadn't rung yet but at least she would be able to find a seat far from Mr. Harris' desk. Being too close to him during class always brought in unnecessary comments from him. He had understood Astrid wasn't particularly good in the subject and, as a result, didn't like her.
After choosing a sit by the window, Astrid got her stuff out of her bag when she saw Scott and Stiles enter the classroom. They seemed to be in a rather important conversation. Curiosity got the better of Astrid and she decided to listen discretely to them.
"Derek's not gonna kill them without proof," Scott told Stiles, concerned. Now, Astrid's curiosity was definitely piqued. It wasn't the first time she heard Scott and Stiles talk about this Derek. She had never met the guy but from what she gathered, he didn't seem like a particularly nice guy. And he was a werewolf too, apparently.
"All right, so he tests her like he did with Jackson, right? But when and where?" What had Jackson got to do with anything? Thinking of it, she did remember that, during her first class here, he had run off while a suspiciously dark liquid poured out of his nose.
When the boys stopped talking, Astrid couldn't help but glance at them, Scott's gaze was fixed on the back of the room. She didn't have time to look at what he was looking at before he responded "I think here and now."
