𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒

chapter six

Chapter Six

| disaster (n): an event or fact that has consequences. |

ALIXANDRA MIKAELSON slid past her fellow werewolves as she changed out of her soaking wet training clothes and disappeared into the locker room to slide on her shoes. Training for the Games was fun and all, but being drenched in sweat wasn't the most desirable thing on her mind.

However, she couldn't even throw her clothes in her locker in peace because she was met with an intruder. Standing in front of her locker was the most annoying person she had ever met.

Akari.

The younger Mikaelson brushed imaginary lint off of her clothing as she yawned dramatically, flailing her hand around her mouth as if to hide the motion. "I grow tired," she confessed, leaning lazily against the grey metal lockers. "... of me constantly asking you what happened between you and Salvatore Wolf Boy yesterday."

The tribrid groaned. "I told you a thousand times," Alixandra sighed, sliding onto one of the chairs to tie her shoes. The locker room was huge, chairs graced the walls with purpose, rivaling the size of many humans' auditoriums. "Riker, forever angry, hit him, and I simply took him to the infirmary."

"Then why are you avoiding him again?" Akari questioned suspiciously.

Alixandra stood up with a sigh. Or a groan. Or a growl. Akari couldn't quite tell. "Rafael was hurt because of me. I promised myself that I wouldn't hurt anyone ever again. Not even vicariously."

Elion stood outside of the door. "Well, to be fair. Riker's going to be angry for a long time. You broke up with him."

Alix flinched as the voice of her best friend. "You aren't supposed to be in the den," she sighed. "One day, you two are gonna' get hurt."

"Well, that day isn't today," Akari shrugged. "Plus, Riker wouldn't let anything happen to me. He still loves you which means he still loves me. As a friend. Because love triangles are weird."

Elion chuckled. "Don't say that around the Salvatore dump's kids... I heard that their parents had an awkward love triangle."

"Gross," Akari shivered. "Disgusting."

The trio walked from the den together, Alixandra watching as the werewolves who had their free period played dodgeball, a game built for werewolves. The ball in itself weighed nearly one hundred pounds, the sheer weight having the ability to knock the wind out of a human.

Riker Wilson's eyes flickered between Alixandra and Rafael Waith, who was already sweating profusely on the other side of the aisle. The werewolf smirked before reeling back, throwing the ball with ease.

Alixandra winced as the ball crashed into Rafael's stomach, sending him flying back against the brick wall.

Flashing his fangs, Riker winked before turning his attention back fully towards the game.

"He's gonna' kill him," Elion mumbled, walking faster out of the den.

Akari flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, definitely."

Alixandra simply groaned and followed her friends. Rafael wouldn't survive in this school if he didn't learn to stand up to Riker on his own. So instead of feeling pressured to help, she turned on her heels.

"So, party tonight in the Circle?" Akari asked, casually linking arms with her cousin like nothing was wrong in the world.

Elion immediately launched into a dramatic coughing fit, flopping over Alix's other shoulder like he was dying. "Akari Mikaelson wants to have fun? Stop the universe. What the actual hell is happening right now?"