Wild Child - A Kol Mikaelson Story

Chapter 10

I loved waking up in my house alone. My mom worked a lot, and thankfully Caroline was usually gone, so being alone happened pretty frequently.

It was a Friday and a three day weekend so I had no school and no responsibilites. I contemplated getting a job for extra income, but I knew the only place that would hire me would be Mystic Grill and the thought of working with Jeremy seemed dreadful. We were on okay terms. I had seen him several times over the last few weeks at outings, and of course with my sister. He had actually started seeing someone new. A cute redheaded girl named Taylor. I knew nothing about her othan than Caroline telling me she was very nice. I felt glad he was ready to move on, and I knew I was ready. The only problem was my infatuation with Kol.

I knew myself well and I knew that while I had a "crush" on him, I wouldn't be satisfied with anyone else. I also had gotten to know Kol pretty well and I was positive, he wouldn't be reasonable if I tried to date anyone but him. Part of me still yearned for a relationship with him. The rational side of me knew that it was pointless. He is over a thousand years old and I am a human. I'd either grow old and die, or he could turn me, but then what if he got bored. Then I'd have given up children and a life not consumed by bloodlust for no reason. The logistics didn't work. That was the rational side. The impulsive side of me wanted to show up in his room with an old bottle of bourbon and nothing on but a petty coat.

Simmer down girl, it's just been a long time sense you've had sex. You're intimacy deprived again.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. This is why I had told him friends only. I was too blinded by the lust. But regardless of my feelings towards him. I was excited to do my favorite thing. Lay on my couch, cry to Grey's Anatomy and get stoned. I very rarely got the opportunity to do it from the comfort of my home with my mother being sheriff and all, so I was taking full advantage.

I threw my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head and did my morning routine. Although it was closer to noon at this point. I grabbed myself a small breakfast and loaded up the coffee table with my favorite junk foods. I went back to my bedroom and to my secret hiding spot where I hid all the goods. It was a medium sized box I kept it in the corner of my closet, buried in shoes. It would look inconspicuous to anyone not knowing it was there.

I opened my box and found my baggie with the two joints I had gotten from April earlier this week. I quickly shoved them and my lighter into the pocket of my sweatpants. I put my box away carefully so it appeared to blend in. I thought to my other secret hiding place. Underneath my bed, there was a cut in the mattress. I made it just big enough so I can fit a small box in there. That's where I hid the dagger and white ash. I hoped I'd never need to use it, but it was safe if I had too. My other gift from Kol was safely on my wrist. I hadn't been compelled by him or anyone else to my knowledge, but it didn't hurt to have the extra protection. There used to be vervain in the town water, but the town supply had recently blown up with the whole council in a "gas leak" incident. Everyone was suspicious and on edge about it.

I tried not to worry myself with the details. Alls I had to do was survive another eighteen months until high school was over. Then I could leave and not look back. In the meantime, I knew my mom did everything she could to keep me shielded.

I made my way downstairs from my bedroom and back to the living room where I did what every other bleak minded teenager did, and got high on my couch.

A few hours later I had ate my way through all of my snacks and I was balling my eyes out to the TV show.

Grey's Anatomy while high.. Terrible idea their Alex.

I then laughed at the absurdity of what I was doing. I was crying, stoned, and hungry. I knew I could not leave the house in this state. I debated ordering a pizza, but practically had no money and I really didn't trust myself to take the time to cook.