Edgewalkers

Davina Claire, the traitor or the betrayed?

When I went on Instagram later that day, a few comments appeared underneath my latest post. My account was public, so I figured it wasn't such a big deal until I read what they said.

Some called me an "attention whore", others stated, I was a traitor. It was quite obvious the comments were by people from my new school, which made me gulp, trying not to be too bothered.

How could I be a traitor when all I had done was talk to the Mikaelsons? And on top of that, I had not even been a part of any specific group in the first place. Why was everyone upset now? Were they using me as an outlet for their anger against the family because unlike them, I didn't have the power or the influence to make them stop?

I decided to just delete the comments as I was in no mood to deal with such negativity right now. Instead, I searched for Rebekah's account and followed her in an act of defiance. If I was already being hated for being nice with the girl, why not openly show it?

Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. In school, the witches sent glares my way wherever I went. The Howlers did not seem all too happy either because I found a picture of a growling wolf in my locker. Those who didn't belong to any gang avoided me as best as they could. Walking through the corridors, I could hear some whisper, making me out to be "desperate for attention". It was only when Rebekah joined me and shot the other students a cold look that they stopped and turned their faces away from me.

"I didnt think they'd turn on you this quickly," she sighed, patting me on the shoulder. "I'm sorry for causing you such a fuss."
"It's okay," I said, though this wasn't necessarily the truth. Being made out to be a bad person was messing with me and did definitely add to my insecurities. "It's on them, not you."

Rebekah and I didn't have a single class together today. She assured me I'd be fine either way, but I wasn't so convinced. Not that I couldn't protect myself, however, I didn't want to be alone all day long. Standing at the classroom door, I helplessly took a look around for a place to sit. Some girls put their bags up on the tables next to them, to show me I wasn't allowed to take a seat there. My hand clenched around my own bag when I noticed the way they seemed to mock me with their smiles as if saying: "You should not have defied us. This is what you get."

What gave them the right to do this to me? Why did they need to display their "power" over me?

"Caroline, over here!" a voice called out to me and I searched for the speaker. It was Davina waving me over to her table, revealing a free seat right next to her. Oh, that girl was a life saver.
"Thank you," I exhaled after having walked to her, dropping myself onto the chair.

"Don't sweat it. I've been in your position before, I get what you're going through. Besides, any friend of Beckah's is a friend of mine," she stated, watching me carefully. "Did they comment on your insta profile?"

"They did. How did you know?" I asked, letting my head rest on my hands.
"They did that to me too after I joined the Mikaelsons. It's their way of trying to regain control, when clearly, they've lost it." Davina clicked her tongue, now provocatively smiling at the girls in the front, who were very displeased by me having found somewhere to sit regardless of their efforts.

"What is it about everyone being so fixated at their group dynamics?" I wondered aloud, and Davina shrugged her shoulders.
"Who knows? It's just been established like this somehow," she told me. "I don't really care anymore, and neither will you once you've gotten used to it. If you do join us indefinitely, the Fangs are gonna be nice to you and so will the Neutrals, who arent part of any group. The Howlers won't cause you real trouble either."

"What about the witches?" I wanted to know, eyeing them whispering with each other as if they were thinking of other ways to curse me.
"They're all bitches. Do not worry about those girls, it'll only cause you a headache," she suggested.