beloved, hope mikaelson

02 | GAME DAY

"LET'S HIT THE DINING hall and carb load." Lizzie said, as Josie and I trailed behind her while walking down the stairs. "It's game day."

I didn't play any sports, so I knew she wasn't talking to me, but to Josie.

"I'm not hungry." Josie quietly said. I looked at her, concerned, just as Lizzie shot her a dirty look.

"What?" Josie questioned.

"Well, uh, funny thing actually, Josette," Lizzie began, annoyed. "This morning, as I was desperately trying to make this trash bag of a jersey look cute, I suddenly had the urge to purge. So I fled to the bowl, and lo and behold, I heaved up a gallon of black goo. So, seeing as I haven't been dabbling in any illicit black magic recently, I can only imagine it was a twin sympathy hurl."

My head immediately snapped to Josie, a look of pure shock on my face. "You did black magic, Jo?"

"And here you are," Lizzie continued on, "denying the day's most important meal. So fess up. What did you do?"

"Maybe you're pregnant, Lizzie. We know how teen pregnancy runs in the family." Penelope's annoying voice met our ears as she gave me a look at the end of the second sentence. "Oh, or maybe it's just how that jersey fits."

"Is there something wrong with you?" I demanded, sick of how she treated my sisters constantly.

"Go away, evil one." Josie sighed.

"Already gone." she smirked. "Hot tip: next time you burn your ex's hair off," she said, walking closer to Josie, "make sure she can't rock a lob."

Penelope gave Josie one last smug look before walking off.

Josie sighed as we all turned away to continue walking, only for MG to walk into our path, a wide but slightly nervous smile on his face.

"Morning!" he cheerfully said. "Big game today..."

"Bounce, MG." Lizzie cut in.

MG turned to Lizzie, the smile dropping off of his face.

"If you hurry, you can catch up with the Blair Bitch and tongue-chum her again."

MG quickly walked off, not wanting to deal with Lizzie's attacks right now. Even though he should have known damn well he fucked up when he decided to kiss his best friend's ex for no reason whatsoever.

Lizzie turned to Josie and I. "Did she who shall not be named just fat-shame me?"

Josie gave her an exasperated look, while I pursed my lips. I turned to face forward just as Dad was walking up to us. I could see from his expression and his posture that he was about to give the girls another let-down. I wondered what the excuse was this time.

"Hey, girls, listen." He started, but Josie quickly cut him off.

"Don't do it." she said. Dad gave her a confused look. "Don't say whatever it is you're about to say because you have Dad face, and wherever Dad face goes, daughter disappointment always follows."

He spoke anyway. "I'm sorry; I can't make the game today."

"Of course you can't," I mumbled for my ears only.

"But, Dad, you're the coach." Josie said in disbelief.

"And I'm QB1 this year." Lizzie exclaimed.

"I hate it as much as you do, but I have to find Landon Kirby." Dad explained.

"Okay, so, let's cancel." Josie offered. "I mean, it's a joke anyways. We can't use our powers, so we suck."

"Exactly. Which is a normal school for troubled rich kids things to do. This annual event lets the locals see you for what they think you are. And keeps them from asking too many questions."