Hooked (James Hook X OC)

Chapter 4

Hook:

Castlecoming came and went, but our villain group was still in shambles. Clarabella did everything to avoid Hades, and Hades, being the dick he is, did everything in his power to try and piss off Clare. I, on the other hand, had something else on my mind. Seeing the happy couples that Castlecoming produced (sickening, I know) and Mal and Morgie's constant teasing about how I should just man up and ask her out before she inevitably assumes I'm gay, has pushed me to the brink of almost just doing it.

I slouched in my chair, the detention hall's massive ceiling looming above me as I craned my neck. Clare's not what I would say a romantic person, but I don't think she's one for confessing through a note slid under a door. Laying my head on the desk, I mindlessly etched something into it with my hook, pouting at the poorly drawn carpet and lamp that shone in gray graphite. Probably Jafar, or Aladdin if him and his girlfriend got detention for all their fucking PDA. Running my tongue across my teeth, I willed for time to go faster. Finally, at 6:00, the professor motioned for us to leave, so Uliana, Hades, Mal and I hastily sauntered out of the overly decorated detention hall. I laughed along as the others complained about how annoying having detention take up all of our free time was. I caught the eye of Aladdin as we made our way back to our dorms, so I scowled at him, trying to push away the idea that was forming in the back of my brain. When we got back to the dorms, I winked a goodbye at everyone, waiting for a second outside of their closed doors, trying to decide.

Despite my better judgment I turned on my heel, hoping I could find the person I was looking for. Luckily it only took 3 minutes, with the brisk pace that I naturally walk at. I stopped right in front of him, balancing my hooked arm on my crossed other one.

"What do you want?" Aladdin said firmly, but I could hear the tinge of fear in his voice.

"I need you to tell me something." He opened his mouth, but I interrupted him. "If you ever tell anyone I asked you this. Ever. I will sleep with your girlfriend, and find out a way to ruin your life even further. Believe me, I can do both."

Aladdin nodded, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders as I scowled and pointed my hook at him.

"How did you ask out Jasmine?"

Clarabella:

Three days later, Castlecoming slowly became a thing of the past (not that I went, although I could've) but two long nights of sleep did nothing to calm my anger at Hades. Whenever he would come over to visit Maleficent, I would immediately leave, finding solace in Morgie and Hooks room, although most of the time they themselves weren't there, or even in Uliana's room. I saw Hook less and less, me being busy with school and him being busy with detention. The only chances we got to see each other were glances in the halls and hangouts with Morgie at night if we were lucky.

I slouched, bored, in History of Magic, where Mr. 'Wizard' of Oz was ranting about how potions developed generationally. I glanced at my table mate, Morgie, who had his head on the desk, dragging his pencil along a sheet of paper. He must've felt me looking, because he turned his head and squinted his eyes. After a few seconds he widened his eyes and his mouth dropped open a tiny bit. He sat up and scribbled something on what white was left of the paper. He turned the paper at the same time I turned my head to read what he had written.

hook says to meet him in the black lagoon at 8

I furrowed my brows and scribbled something on my notebook in response to his messy handwriting.

doesn't he have detention?

idk, he just said to tell you to meet him

I looked at Morgie and subtly nodded my head, my mind racing. I turned back to the class and bit the end of my pen, smiling. I could physically feel my heartbeat speed up. How could I even pretend to care about what so and so did to perfect a paralyzing potion! The rest of my classes inched by, the anticipation of meeting Hook at the Black Lagoon thrilling me much more than it ever had. The time after school seemed to move even slower. I rewatched half of the first episode of my favorite show, before deciding that watching people recover after a plane crash wouldn't do much to calm my nerves. After doing my homework I brushed my hair for at least half an hour, trying to force the bits of hair that kept curling up down. At 6:30 I left my dorm, hoping that walking around campus would kill some time. I walked in circles around the academy for an hour, then finally started heading to the Black Lagoon. The sky started to darken as the early November air chilled me. I was almost at the spot where us VKs usually hang out when a huge hand grabbed my wrist from behind.

It jerked me backwards and I let out a scream into the hand that had moved to cover my mouth. I struggled, attempting to move my leg to kick my attacker's shin, but they wrapped their leg around mine, tripping me. I flipped over, onto my back. A huge, burly man, wielding a butcher's knife, loomed over me, a determined look in his eyes. 

A/N sorry this took so long, schools kicking my ass and when I finally sat down to write this I got distracted by Hozier and Bob Dylan . Also the show Clarabella was watching is Lost if anyone cares.